She then brushed out the ash blond wig and attached it to her head, using small adhesive tabs to secure it. She glued pre-polished fingernail tips on ...her hands. The final touch was her black 4-inch heels. Since Chris was small for a man, the shoes gave Tina a sense of command as she surveyed her appearance in the full-length mirror on the bedroom door. Her bedroom, indeed her whole apartment, was decorated in a feminine style; it was in Tina's name anyway. Chris had his own male apartment,. His middle finger of his right hand kept circling that spot under the ridge at the tip of his dick. He was leaking pretty good at this point, drops of clear fluid dribbling down onto the tip of his finger.“Please,” he managed to croak.I laughed, not in a cruel way, but more a nervous giggle.His hips were pushed towards me, exposing himself to me.I nodded my head and reached for the hem of my t-shirt. (What bra am I wearing?) My plan was to simply pull up my shirt and bra at the same time, not. I head to the nail bar first, to have my talons painted a sultry shade of deep green, his favourite colour. This is followed by a trip to the salon, to have my hair washed and piled into a sophisticated up-do than I know he will enjoy messing up. Before I leave town, I head into the lingerie shop to buy a new pair of stockings and an emergency pair of hold-ups, just in case my hands are shaking too much later to be able to fasten the suspenders.I glance around the sexy bras, corsets, panties. “Forgive me, Sir,” She pleads. She is a sub. “Are you okay?” I ask her. “Yes Sir. Thank you for asking,” she replies. I walk to her, place my hands on her hips and lift her skirt. Her eyes are still fixed on the ground. I lift the hem of her skirt past her elbows. She gives out a long sigh and presses her elbows into her sides, holding her skirt raised for me. I take half a step back and admire her long legs, hips and shaved cunt. She isn’t wearing panties. I ease myself down to one knee. I.