” “Yeah, I guess I can see that. It’s different. Well, to be honest with you, I’m kind of into that too.” “Oh yeah?” I said, pretending ...to be surprised. “We do have a lot of the same interests. Actually, I’m going to admit something else, I like to dress in women’s clothes.” I thought for sure, by admitting this, he would in turn do the same. “That’s cool.” It got silent again. He looked kind of nervous. “Ok, Joe. I was hoping you would just tell me but I got to be honest. I was looking for my. My master has taken me there for some abuse and humiliation. He has told me to wear a slutty dress which is very short and with cut outs in the front and back which make the straps of my g-string clearly visible. My master tells me to go to get some drinks from the bar for us but he doesn't give me any money. "You'll have to find some other way to pay" he tells me. I walk to the bar and I can feel the eyes of every man following the movements of my ass as it threatens to pop clear of my dress.. I could feel a slight erection building as I realised it was the path that led down to the clearing where I had met those two men years ago. I moved my hand to the front of my trousers and felt at my bulge as I remembered how I’d knelt down between them in these woods, taking each of them in my mouth in turn. The path was getting a little overgrown and it was difficult to see if anyone was around. Thinking I could see a figure further along the path I pushed through some low hanging trees and. Helen kept hold of myhand under the table gripping me tightly as if to remind me of her wordsor warning. Things didn't bode well for that as I saw his eyes firmlylock on me and he studied me from my feet to my hair with a knowingsuperior smirk on his face. I was embarrassed by his attention andblushed and looked downward. I was used to men looking at me but not withthe sort of intense scrutiny of Derek. I felt I was being assessed as tomy value in a clinical way, not so much as a sex object,.