I look at my other hand: its holding the white rope. My eyes follow that. It is tied in much the same way around a dark skinned girl. Gwenda. The whit...e rope shows sharply against her dark breasts, pressing in against them; and against her waist and belly where it loops tightly about her. It's odd, I think to myself. Why would she let herself be tied like this? And why I am I standing here holding the rope?I turn, as if to ask Jenny, but as my eyes follow the rope I see only its loose end. But the stories tell otherwise.There never seems to be a problem with money. In most households themale is a substantial part of the household income. In many householdstoday, the wife is also a wage earner and it takes the combination of thetwo salaries to run the household. So the executive who is turned into asecretary doesn't make sense. But we fantasize.And then there is humiliation. The wife (or girlfriend) goes out of herway to publicly humiliate her now sissy husband. I suggest. "She left me in the backseat, as I was, naked except for the 5-inch heels and hose. I pulled off the heels and gave my feet a rest. As we pulled away from the parking lot the juice from her pussy had just about dried on me, and I sniffed myself, loving the fact that I smelled like her pussy.The welts on my ass were still sore, so I felt it best to lie on my back with my knees up in the air till we got to the cabin. I hoped that the people passing in trucks and busses wouldn't be able to look. Anyways, let’s continue with the story. About me: I am a 24-year-old guy around 5’10” in height, lean/athletic build, medium to fair complexion. My dick is around 7 inches when fully erect.So, actually this story was in 2016 when I was doing my Bachelor’s in college. I was 21 at that time and had been living with some flatmates who also happened to be in the same college. This was in Kolkata and I was totally new there.So, as a young guy with budding hormones, my flatmates introduced me to a.