It was nice to undress and then put on my nightgown, which was a longpink cerise creation. It had a matching gown. I kept my panties,pantyhose and sli...p on. I got into bed after doing my teeth and reveledat the soft silky material on my skin. I surfed the internet for a whilelooking at sissy outfits. I fell asleep wondering about my visit to thebridal shop the next day.I woke the next morning and as was my custom upon waking I began tostroke myself after I lifted myself up and pulled my panties. " Don't call me that!" She demanded and slapped me, not hard just playfully, "it's Ms. Chrissy to you!" She then giggled."Ohh I'm sorry, Miss Chrissy, I'll do anything you want me to do... Ms. Chrissy!" I replied."That's better," she smugly responded, "and well that's just what I want you to do, and you better do it... or else!" She jokingly threatened.I nodded agreeingly, then she stood up over me taking off her dress and throwing it to the floor, she then turned around with her back facing me. As it turned out, both of us really had some deep-seated repressed hang-ups that took a lot of time and trust for Ingrid to bring to the surface. Although I did not find out about Lydia's issues until we had completed our professional course of doctor-patient treatments with Ingrid, because we had agreed to honor Ingrid's wish that we not talk to each other about what transpired in our individual sessions with Ingrid while we were actively undergoing treatment.As for me, Ingrid helped me to. "Angel, I have always loved self-bondage, but I have also craved the opportunity to be made to do something I ordinarily would never do on my own." I then explained in detail how I had been planning this particular day for the past couple of months. "You really like this? You really like the idea of being made to do something you hate doing?" "Yes, Angel I do. It's strange though. I love the idea of doing it while I am horny, but after I cum I usually lose all desire." "Tell me more about all.