1. Trust


    Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: BDSM, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    She looked sympathetic, but firm. &#034Go easy!&#034 I pleaded, flushing. Then I took a deep breath and stepped inside. One small step for a... oh, never mind. &#034Don't put the dress on just yet, all right? In fact, if you want, you can leave without doing that part, if you're not ready for it. Put that bag on the balcony, would you?&#034 She disappeared into the bedroom. I took a steadying breath, moved the bag. Then wondered what to do. Well, the bedroom, probably. There was some stuff on the bed. My Calvin Kleins, a pair of tights, and a slightly ragged black leotard that she sometimes wore to work out in. She was rummaging through books on the top of her bookshelf, and looked very appealing, stretched out like that. I stood and admired the view until she noticed me. &#034Voyeur,&#034 she said fondly. &#034Go ahead and put that on, all right? It's pretty vanilla, you know. You could wear it to the local health club and not get an eyebrow raised.&#034 She glanced back at me, giggled. This was more like the woman I remembered. &#034I've got a leotard for you, and *much* sexier lingerie than those awful things -- why'd you buy them anyway? I thought you didn't like cotton. Anyway, *that* outfit is about as sexy as a dishrag, and that's important for what I want to show you.&#034 &#034Why can't I just wear my clothes, then?&#034 I asked her, moving to the bed and beginning, obediently, to disrobe. It was a lot easier this time, I noted. I snuck a glance at her chair, and ...
    sure enough, the dress was there, but it didn't seem so intimidating this time. I thought I could at least put it on without help. Maybe not quickly, but myself. &#034Partly because I won't let you wear men's clothes in my house. The other reason you'll find out about soon enough.&#034 She got down a fat book, and a couple of tall, thin ones. I couldn't see what they were. She caught me trying, and admonished, &#034No peeking! Come on, I'll be in the living room.&#034 I pulled on the clothes she'd laid out. Her leotard was a little small for me. Worse, I'd gotten a little aroused putting it on, and that was very visible. I waited for the swelling to go down, and the padded out into the living room. She was sitting on the couch, next to the table. Looked up, with a smile, as I came in, and patted the couch next to her. I managed to check out the book this time. Mark Twain? Why Mark Twain? She set it aside as I sat down. &#034Okay,&#034 she said, digging through the stack, then turning to look at me. &#034Hmm. Let's get the fear out in the open first, shall we?&#034 She pulled out a book. Joy of Sex. I rolled my eyes slightly. How-To for Hippies. She turned it so I couldn't see it, and leafed through it. Then she stopped, and flopped it down on my knees. &#034What do you think?&#034 she asked, brightly. Woman goes down on man. I grimaced slightly. That had been a sore point, early on in the relationship. &#034You know I don't like it, Nancy. I'm sorry, but I don't.&#034 She left ...
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