1. Trust


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

    another. Modeling our lingerie. Then, however, she wanted to take me to dinner, and she wanted us both to wear our presents. It made me horribly nervous. I was wearing a white shirt with my jacket. I usually did. The pink was visible. I'd worked up my nerve to ask, &#034Please, Nancy, I'm afraid to go out in a bra. Look. You can *see* it!&#034 &#034You're right,&#034 she said, looking carefully, and surprising me. I was greatly relieved. I pulled off jacket and shirt, and was struggling with the bra, when she came back from her bedroom with a dark blue silk blouse. &#034Nobody'll see the sleeves, if you keep your jacket on.&#034 Well, I gave in. But I didn't have much fun during dinner. I was sure that the lines of the bra showed through the jacket. She'd noticed, of course, and a couple of days later, she gave me a handful of bras. Which, she said, I should wear whenever I was wearing panties. I refused. For one thing, she'd traded me about half of my old collection of panties back, in exchange for my boy underwear, which she'd destroyed. I only *had* a couple pairs of boy underwear left, and I didn't *dare* wear them to her house. They were too likely to disappear, and at that point I thought that there would be times when I *had* to have them. In fact, that was the first time, after the time I burned dinner, that I took the boy-clothes option and went home. It was also the only victory I won. I went back two days later, armed with pictures and some new purchases. I didn't ...
    start arguing as soon as I walked in the door, and in fact I changed into the bra that she had laid out for me, before I sat down to show her some things. I felt a bit silly, which was what I'm sure she intended by laying out a sheer white blouse to go with the pink bra. I was also a little warmed, though, that she had laid out my Valentine's underthings. The pictures I showed her were of business and professional women, wearing jackets, but in every picture, the bra straps and ridges were visible. That set her to frowning slightly. And then I offered a compromise. I laid out the three blouses I'd bought. She'd given me the idea herself. I'd found blouses that mimicked men's dress shirts from collar to waist. One of them was a bodysuit. All of them, though, were obviously feminine, but in a manner that was *covered* when I put on my jacket. I suggested that I could get more of them, and replace my dress shirts with them. She had agreed, although she had made the further condition that I wear a bra at her house. Which turned out to be okay... oh, we're being honest here, aren't we. Well, it happened to be another thing that turned me on. I don't have very sensitive nipples, but the brush of nylon over them for a few hours could actually make them reasonably responsive. And I like the straps. Well, but I was hoist by my own petard. The day that Nancy brought me the skirts, I was wearing a back-buttoned blouse with a false front placket and puff sleeves. It had a belt, too, but ...
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