He looked like a man, but it was clear from one look that Roxanne had reduced him to her sissy slave. At the time, I was unaware of that term, but th...at's the best way to describe Eddie. He wore nothing other than frilly pink panties. He had a special leash that connected his neck and his groin. It prevented him from sitting up straight. Roxanne held an extension of his leash.. She stood behind him proudly with one hand on his head. Eddie held his hands out in submissive posture to me. . I started on her shoulders and began rubbing them lightly and then applied pressure. I asked Mary if she had any kind of body lotion or oil to make the rubbing smother.She had me go into her bathroom and get her body lotion. When I got back I noticed she refilled her wine glass. I applied some oil to her back and began rubbing her shoulders a little harder. I asked her if it would be alright to pull her straps off her shoulders so I wouldn't get oil all over them.She told me to go ahead and how. Tiffany didn't know what to say, she knew the last kiss was for Ron'sview, but this would be for something else, this would be a kiss betweena man and a woman. A kiss would prove that she was accepting herfemininity and losing her masculinity. She looked toward Thomas andbefore she could answer he touched his lips to hers. It was a soft kiss,not one that said I want to bed you but one that bespoke of feelingstoward the other person. As the kiss continued Tiffany felt a glow insideand placed her. .."Fuck, I so love the feeling of soft material on my skin but like this, being used in this way is something I could never have imagined".With casual awareness his thumbs flicked her nipples, twisting them until her whimpers filled his mouth. The way he grasped at her stomach like he knew where the source of her ache emanated from. Radiating outward, upward, in every direction, growing exponentially with every longing manly touch. Like white hot light that he had control over.And then....."Oh.