Sitting with my full weight on the plug, Sophie starts to tie me up. First both legs folded, then securing my wrist to my ankles, and a bar between, d...isallowing me to move much at all. I’m at her mercy, and I’m spread wide open.Sitting in front of me wearing only a basque and stockings matching my own, she reaches down between my legs, letting her hands slide gently over my exposed, caged cock. The pressure inside is immense, but with a cage a mere 1.36” long, it’s impossible for me to become. Even then I knew a suave bastard when I saw one, and Sergei, as he asked me to call him, was all of that, promising me a job as a dancer in ‘high-class clubs’ – because ‘he thought I moved gracefully’ – yeah! I asked him where and he was vague, saying that it was a nice place, with good audiences. If I had had any options, other than a continued life in that desperate, damp, cold village, I should have told him to go and fuck himself. I told my mother I was going away, collected a few miserable. What else could I do, I was only able to follow instruction.OOH ifeel like a lady.With that she took out of a nearby dresser some blacknylon stockings,she bunched the stocking up and point the toes Lor andslid it up my bare leg.Its dark color made my leg look soo differant.Shesaid now the other and slid the second up my leg and oh my you look likea fem boy at minamum go ahead and feel your new legs baby.Sit on the side of the bed and cross your leggs for me.Oh my Ratchel thisis crazy it feels. We grab lunch and drink the beers. I can’t keep my eyes off you. After we eat we decide to explore the park a little bit. We pick a random trail to start off with. We’re talking about whatever, enjoying the scenery. I’m enjoying you. Your hand reaches for mine and I gladly take it. We spend the entire day at the park. I have a great day. My best in a very long time.Too soon, it’s late afternoon. The sun is starting to set, it’s getting a little chillier. It’s getting time to head back. Once.