1. Trust


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

    &#034The&#034 pizza. She'd told me that I was going to learn to cook properly, so I arrived on a Friday evening, a bit trepidatious. There was a sign up over the kitchen door. &#034Kitchen Anthrax.&#034 &#034Thanks,&#034 I said, sourly, smoothing my skirt nervously, and nodding at the sign. It wasn't the famous pink dress; I didn't see that again for quite a while. &#034I'm not *that* dangerous.&#034 She gave me an odd look, then burst out laughing. Refused to explain why. Once she had me slaving over a hot stove, she said she had to run an errand, and left. I didn't destroy dinner, mostly by luck, and after we finished eating, she drew me into the living room. Put a tape in the VCR. Monty Python and the Holy Grail? Well, okay. I *still* didn't get the joke, even when Sir Galahad was in Castle Anthrax. Nancy waited until the line, &#034First the spanking, then the oral sex!&#034 and froze the movie, then turned to me. &#034First the pizza, then the spanking,&#034 she said. I caught my breath, crossed my legs -- and blushed when she made a point of noticing me cross my legs. Or she played these nervous-making tricks on me, always in such a way that I couldn't resent it. For instance, she started dropping by my office occasionally, when she knew I had office hours, and she was out of her office for whatever reason. She was a translator, did I mention that? Well, it just meant that she often had to go places to pick up or drop off translations, or find obscure dictionaries, and ...
    sometimes even do simultaneous interpreting. Well, one afternoon, in March I think -- at any rate, after she had convinced me to shave my legs, but that's another story -- she showed up in my office, with some packages. &#034Hi, sweetie!&#034 she greeted me. &#034I've been out spending your money.&#034 That's another story, too, but suffice it to say that she had spent money on my wardrobe, I had started to spend more and more time at her house, and so on, so she had charge of a big chunk of my finances. Well, all right, all of them. I had an allowance, though. &#034Stand up, and try this on. Does your door lock?&#034 It did. She locked it. &#034Nancy! Come on, I have office hours? What if somebody comes?&#034 But I was standing up. *Really* nice skirt. Slim, in a sort of pale rose. She said I looked nice in pink, and I think she was trying to make sure that I was aware when I was wearing feminine stuff. Oh, hell, that's not really the point. I *like* pink. &#034Oh, I wouldn't do that to you,&#034 she said, disconcerting me further. &#034Go on, try it. I want to see if it fits. So, breathing fast, I kicked off my shoes, stepped out of my pants and into a skirt. In my *office.* I was already wearing panties, a garter belt, and white lace stockings. Well, trust Nancy to be prepared. She had a new pair of shoes, too. White heels, a bit taller than what I was used to. So I put them on. &#034What do you think?&#034 she asked, brightly. I stepped back and forth, to make the skirt ...
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