
I told him that Saturday night would be the time he'd have to take on my "dare". To be at my house precisely at 8pm. One minute late will result in further punishments. He agreed. Meanwhile, I went through my wardrobe for what he, or should I just start calling him "she" now? I laughed out loud as I gathered various undergarments and items, including an array of torn pantyhose, tights, and stockings, a long blonde wig, scarves, various colors of duct-tape, a butt-plug, nipple clamps, and ropes of various lengths and widths; also a white spandex dress that I knew would barely cover his ass because it's so short and tight. I chose mostly white colors as it was winter and I wanted "her" to blend in with the environment, as my devious plan would have her tied up in someone's back yard that "she" knew, but didn't know she'd be there, let alone with what and how I had in mind! I can be such a twisted perverted domme sometimes.
