She'd loved her breasts. She'd thought they were perfect - just the right combination of firmness and softness with a perfect pendulous shape. Her nip...ples and areola were small and pink and just the right size for her breasts. Now her nipples had darkened to brown and, while those fit the increased size of her breasts, her slightly puffy areola looked like small teacup plates. Decades of forced body image shame made her face hot with anger. Now who the heck would want to- dangit. What does it. I said yes, enthusiastically. I would let him lead me anywhere, he was so hot. We took our shoes off and stepped into the shower, otherwise still in our soaking wet clothes. Greg put his trong arms around me and kissed me as the water rained over us. I could feel his hardness pressing against mine. Slowly, we began to undress each other. I waited to see the look on his face when he saw what I was wearing underneath my suit. Greg's eyes grew wide and he smiled, saying, "Oh, my," again and again,. As girls we would scour magazines and porn books in a lurid frenzy looking for the biggest and wonder how they would go inside us.This was long and thick and as he shaved he appeared even bigger.There was a silence as I stared at it, my eyes transfixed, 'You like it', he asked knowing fine well I did, as I made no effort to escape or raise the slightest objection.Even as he walked towards me it remained rigid and upright, not bobbing around as most men's do, this was hard, shiny and rigid.I. Instead, conserving a bit of boyish element to my appearance (a flat chest for example) would make the humiliation more significant. Being the proper bourgeois boy who is dressing up as a sissy and begging superior blacks to take control is indeed very hot, maybe hotter than just being a regular girl acting like a whore. The corset and choker were already steps toward some kind of total submission, but adding a latex hood was a new fetish I wanted to explore.The latex hood dehumanizes the.