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Trust

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

She *oozed* sex appeal. &#034Wow!&#034 I said. I couldn't manage anything else. She hadn't dressed like that even the time I took her to the fanciest restaurant in town. Well, it might not have been appropriate. &#034Do you like it?&#034 she asked, and twirled. &#034It'll certainly draw attention, won't it?&#034 Whoof! I felt as if I'd been sandbagged. I didn't *want* attention. I nodded. &#034Are you ready, then?&#034 she asked. I swallowed heavily. Nodded again, tensely. &#034Stand up and let me look at you.&#034 I stood. She motioned, and I did a pirouette. Turned back to face her, and forgot about keeping a stiff upper lip. I gave her an agonized look. &#034Good. I think we're ready then. What do you like on your pizza?&#034 &#034On my...&#034 I stared. &#034Mushrooms and ham, right? Why don't you call?&#034 I felt a bit light-headed. Took a step toward the phone. I kept my eyes on her the whole time. Dialed. Ordered, rather confusedly. Hung up the phone. She had kept her eyes on me, a tiny smile playing on her lips. When I hung up the phone, I finally broke eye contact, and stared at it. She burst out laughing, and then she was hugging me, &#034Oh, good, good, good girl! Oops! Good boy, I mean. Sissy. Whatever!&#034 She pulled back, and I stared, as she chuckled and wiped tears from her eyes. &#034You *did* it!&#034 &#034Was...&#034 This was simply not possible. &#034Is that what you meant to do on Tuesday? Order a *pizza?* You *said* 'go out!'&#034 She laughed again, ... and stroked my cheek. &#034Tuesday I was going to run down to the deli and bring back sandwiches. But *Tuesday,* you went into a panic. Now. Am I going to do anything to hurt you?&#034 She turned her wrist out, to show the cigarette burn. I blanched. &#034W-why are you dressed like *that* for pizza?&#034 Chuckle. &#034I'm going to go change again. I bought this dress for a special occasion, and this isn't it. I'm sorry to tease you, love, but Tuesday you worked yourself into a panic very quickly. You were upset, of course, but so was I. That didn't make me want to humiliate you in public, though.&#034 She gave me a rather hurt glance, &#034*Or* to call you names. So I needed to get you tense, and this seemed like the best way to do it. That's why I sent you home Wednesday, too. You were too tired to be anxious.&#034 &#034W-*why?&#034* I was a bit shrill, I suppose. &#034I mean... why did you have to, to get me anxious? And, and upset, and *scared?* Are you going to tell me I liked *this,* too?&#034 &#034No,&#034 she replied, so quietly and soberly that I paid careful attention. &#034Because if I had asked you to, you would have walked out the door with me, trusting me to keep you safe. Wouldn't you?&#034 I looked toward the hall, looked back at her, and my eyes filled with tears. I nodded. &#034Trust,&#034 she finished, simply. Then shook herself. &#034Relax. I've got to change again.&#034 I sat back on the couch. Well, I suppose it was important. I thought about it. She came ...