I started to be afraid, then they told me to get naked and to grab the things inside the bag, i got naked, and saw what was inside the bag: a g-string..., some stockings , and another g-string and a swinsuit thong, all feminine ."Put on the black g.string and the stockings, now " - james orderedI hesitated , then i decided to put it on."Now u look like our bitch. For now on ur name is bitch, and u call us all Sir or Master, if u dont do that you will be severed punished, now stand there and. He was silent. He demanded to know what the hell I was talking about. How was this possible? As reluctant as I've ever been to tell anyone anything, I told him the truth. I had just minutes before caught our son masturbating on the family room sofa, and I climbed on and fucked him. It was his cum inside me. More silence. Deafening silence. His hand remained there. I had no idea what he would do next. Still more silence.Then he quietly called me a whore. How could I possibly do that? With our. They started with the plug. John was informed, though he didn't feel it, that he had been emaciated two hours before. It was a monster, the royal jelly of sluttitude, but he didn't complain.Maybe it was the drugs. Maybe not.The stockings went up fine and attached to his corset. He would never admit that the tug of them felt good, or the whisper of silk to skin. Never. And no way. But they did. So smooth. He felt himself hardened. He tried to touch his breasts again.The long line brassiere. When Alyssa got back we resumed our old routine as if nothing hadhappened. If anything Alyssa seemed more relaxed and friendly than ever.We found ourselves spending more and more time together. Mostly busy,for our little homesteads both required a good deal of tending, but wealso found plenty of time to relax. Alyssa helped me get a garden of myown started?I was a city boy and pretty much garden stupid?and sometimesin the evenings after a dinner of one of her delicious and eclecticconcoctions I.