It wasn’t Cien’s keep though. It was far dirtier, and instead of being made of stone, the keep was wood, and looked haphazardly made. I was yanked... off of the horse suddenly, and thrown to the ground. I hit hard, knocking all the air out of my chest. I tried to breathe, but I couldn’t and that made the panic all the worse. My eyes darted around wildly trying to take everything in. Where the hell was I? Who were these barbarians standing over me, snickering? Why was I bound? Oh Lord help me, I. I dolove sissies, but only obedient sissies. Understand tommygirl?"A chill ran through me. She seemed much stronger than I ever imagined. And happy to exercise her power."Yes mommy." Good. Kneel down in front of me."I quickly followed her orders. I was naked with a hard on kneeling infront of her."Take my panties off cocksucker."I reached in and removed her wet panties as she lifted her hips toassist me. She took the panties from me and pressed them to my nose."Smell them faggot. You like. The winter had been long and cold, but in the dying days of the season the rains didn’t let up. We spent an hour walking through the fields and woods. The first signs of spring were already showing on the cold dark silhouettes of the trees. It was a day filled with the sights of the end of winter and the first smells in the rain promised the onset of spring. But we laughed and joked and finally held hands as we realised that we were soaked as we slowly walked up to the house door, but we didn’t. The sides of the house were paneled in thin sheets of crude plywood, applied at random and painted over in green. It sat in a neat row of five houses just like it. I remember that people called houses like hers ‘mill houses’. I’m not certain if it was because they were all close to the only industry in town, the Tallassee sewing mill, or because they all looked the same and appeared to be made as cheaply as possible. ‘Fir’d out’a saw mill, they was’ as the old folks would say. When the wind.