A woman with porcelain skin adorned with various scars. She has a small frame but is strong and capable of handling the weight of Spike. She values safety and comfort. Kara is developing feelings for Spike despite knowing he's a vampire, indicating an open-minded and accepting personality.

Kara could feel her heart thumping as she waited for him. The movement of his head signaled that she was about to get what she asked for and she knew that the feeling would hurt at first, but there was something about it that made her want to so bad. She felt the hot piercing feeling of his teeth pushing passed her skin. She cried out as it moved from pain to a sensual feeling.

Her legs tightened around his waist as she felt the warmth of his tongue running over her skin. She gripped him as tight as she could as her body seemed to be overwhelmed by many feelings. Her eyes had shut and she let him do as he pleased to her. She was happy that he had not just fully plunged his fangs into her flesh and seemed to be delicate with her in that aspect. She would need to thank him later because she knew there probably wasn't a lot of vamps that could control that.

She could feel him tensing and getting close. Every time he thrust she felt her body reacting the same. She cried out his name in need. She was close to letting her body release and give in to that feeling. She let her nails drag down his back as she gave in and allowed her body to do what it wanted.

With his fangs in her skin, Spike couldn't urge her to let go—couldn't tell her that he wanted her to let herself come. Instead, he shifted his weight to one hand so that he could slide the other hand down between them, circling her clit with his fingers even as he thrust harder, groaning against her. His fangs sank a little deeper—still not deep, not too deep, but deeper—and the fresh surge of the taste of her made him nearly delirious. Please, dear God—please come for me, he pleaded silently, his fingers working harder at her. I need to know this is as good for you as it is for me.

Because it was easily the best sex he'd had in his very long life. He didn't think it was the blood... or not just the blood. He thought—when he could think at all—that it was the trust that the blood represented. Kara had no reason to trust him... but the taste of her on his tongue was enough to prove that she did... with her body, and with her life.

And fuck all, if that wasn't the sexiest damned thing he'd ever felt.

Everything seemed to enhance for Kara as Spike's fangs dug into her skin. She could tell he was trying to keep from going so deep. But, it felt nice there was something electrifying about how close it made them. They had created a new bond and she felt somewhat exposed and vulnerable to him. But, it was in a good way and she would do it time and time again if he wanted her too. Kara felt his hand slip back between her legs and she cried out again. His name rolling over her tongue. He was doing things to her that no one else had bothered to do before. She could feel herself panting. Her body tensing and giving in. It could no longer take all the motion and touching. She was sensitive and her body was ready to release for Spike.

Kara wasn't sure why she had trusted Spike to pierce her with his fangs, but she knew he wouldn't hurt her. Besides if he tried it wouldn't be like she wouldn't fight back and there had been enough stakes in her home to open a store just for them. Her body held onto his. She wanted to feel him release.

"Spike," was all she could manage to whimper our after she spent half the time screaming his name.

Spike had wanted to wait until she came again—wanted to feel her tighten in ecstasy around him—but he could not hold back any longer. He had the presence of mind to remove his fangs from her, though... which was his last conscious thought before orgasm rolled through him, tensing his entire body. He buried his head against her, lapping with his tongue at the wounds he'd made (already looking less than fresh, thanks to a Slayer's healing abilities) as his hips snapped against hers... his cock pulsing inside her, almost violent with the force of his orgasm.

Even without his fangs in her skin, Spike couldn't speak. There didn't seem to be any words for this—this level of pleasure beyond any he'd known... and to his surprise, his climax lasted much longer than normal.

By the end of it, he was pressing kisses to her skin, murmuring endearments in a dozen languages, his body trembling against hers.

Kara felt overwhelmed. All the senses in her body were going off. She could feel the muscles in his back tenses and she knew soon he would release. Her eyes close and back perfectly arched she welcomed what he was about to get her. She could feel his mouth move away from her neck and the sensation of her skin trying to repair its self. By tomorrow morning there would be nothing but a fresh scar gracing her pale skin. It would be added to the collection of many that sketched a crossed her porcelain body, but this one would hold more meaning. She gasped when he thrusted into her one more time. Feeling him seep into her she felt her body shake.

Her back had unarched and relaxed against her warm sheets. The sound of his mouth on her skin and her heartbeat was all she could hear. A light layer of sweat covered her body. She was tired, but happy. She felt at ease in this moment with this man.

She let out a soft laugh as his mouth moved leaving kiss after kiss over her body. She took one of her hands and tilted his head up so she could kiss him gently on the mouth. She nipped at his lower lip playfully before pulling away to look up at him. He was perfect.

Spike wanted to stay, pressed deep into her body, forever... but eventually, he would be too heavy for her. With a reluctant noise, he rolled to one side, continue to kiss her... though now that his arm was no longer propping himself up, he could wrap around her, pulling her flush to him, marveling that someone so strong could be so warm and soft in his arms.

"I've never—never done that part," he admitted, kissing the healing wound. "Didn't realize I wanted to. Didn't think you'd let me, either, once I did think of it." And that was more than enough to shock him. "You're bloody amazing," he murmured.

Kara would be more than happy to have him relaxing against her body. She was small, but she could handle him. She sighed when he rolled off of her. But, the sense of need was back when he pulled her back to him. She laid on her side with her face looking towards him. She was taking in his hard features. He looked like he could be made of Stone. She reached out and touched his cheek softly. This was what safety and comfort felt like. She could feel herself getting tired by the minute, but she was determined to stay up with him.

A small smile pulled at the edge of her lips. A chill running down her spine as he kissed he bite mark. The feeling of his teeth still lingering on her skin. "It felt nice," she whispered. Her face flushed and she looked over at him. "You're not half bad yourself," she teased. She was perfectly fine with staying curled in bed with him for as long as she possibly could.

Spike tucked her against himself, wishing for a brief moment that his heart still beat—so that he could lull her to sleep with it under her ear. God, what a bloody sap she made him. "Can I stay?" he asked—and then wanted to kick himself. He'd meant to inform her that he was staying, not ask.

But he didn't want to assume with her. He wanted to know—to be sure. And if she didn't want him here... well, better to find out now than after he'd let himself fall any more in love with her.

Kara curled into him when he pulled her closer. She buried her face into his neck. She listened to hear if his heart really didn't beat and there it was the silence to remind her that if she pursued him that he was not a living being. He was a vampire. But, she couldn't help herself. She could feel things growing for him. She let her eyes flutter shut. Her eye lashes brushing his skin.

She laughed a little when he asked if he could stay. "I'd be insulted if you didn't stay with me," she mumbled against his skin. She truly would be upset if he decided to leave. She wanted to fall asleep with him and wake up next to him. Even if it meant he would see her with crazy hair and no makeup. She kissed the deep in his neck near his collar bone. "I need you to stay," she whispered into his pale skin. "Please?" She asked.


A vampire man with strong, stone-like features. He is capable of being gentle and considerate during intimate moments. Despite his non-human nature, he displays affection and vulnerability when asking if he can stay the night with her. This indicates that he desires emotional closeness and is developing deeper feelings for Kara.

Spike tucked her against himself, wishing for a brief moment that his heart still beat—so that he could lull her to sleep with it under her ear. God, what a bloody sap she made him. "Can I stay?" he asked—and then wanted to kick himself. He'd meant to inform her that he was staying, not ask.

But he didn't want to assume with her. He wanted to know—to be sure. And if she didn't want him here... well, better to find out now than after he'd let himself fall any more in love with her.


A dominant individual who is confident and in control. She wears a black dress with boots, has long purple hair in braids, and several tattoos on display. She also speaks with a British accent. While she is not opposed to submission, she mainly identifies as a dominant and expects respect from those who submit to her. She takes pride in her ability to make others submit mentally and is comfortable setting boundaries for what she will tolerate.

The bar of the Kitty Kat club was nicely decorated, it was a private club where dominants and submissives could meet, it had a number of little cubbyholes where people could talk in private, and a number of rooms where people could play. It was one of Brandi's favorite places.to come, there were always willing subs to be found when she was feeling particularly dominant.

Today though she wasn't here by chance, the club's owners had an app that matched Dominants and Submissives. Brandi had been using it, and after matching with another woman she was waiting for her to meet. She was wearing a black dress with boots, her long purple hair in braids and hanging down one shoulder, and several tattoos on display. On the table before her was a coke, Brandi didn't drink alcohol, nor did she smoke or do drugs. Her eyes were on the door, hoping soon her new playmate would be here

Ally walked into the club, skin tight leather pants, showing off her bulge, ten inches which rested comfortably on her thigh. she was wearing nothing more than a tube top and sunglasses, her long black hair pulled into a pony tail. Shades hiding her hazel eyes. The black leather making a perfect parallel against her caramel colored skin. Her navel piercing glistening in the dim light and the top hugging her perfect 36C breasts so tight you could see the outline of her nipple piercings. She stopped at the doorway and scanned the club, pulling out her phone and looking at the profile picture she had been matched with again to see if Brandi was there. She spotted the woman she was matched with and walked over and sat down. "Brandi?" she asked.

The woman before her was gorgeous, there was no doubt about that. Brandi had also noticed the bulge, she seemed to have almost gone out of her way to show it off, where as Brandi had been the opposite. While she didn't have a problem with her equipment she didn't advertise it.

"You must be Ally" She said, her British accent evident in her speech. It was a surprise when she simply took the seat, most submissives would wait for an invitation. "Can I get you anything?" She asked, wanting to make her new companion comfortable. "You look great, I love the pants..."

Ally eyed Brandi up and down before speaking, "You aren't so bad yourself." She put her clutch on the table and stretched, "So, how do you wanna do this hmm?" she could not stop looking up and down Brandi's body, "You like being tied up? Whipped? Used like the pathetic slut you are? You obviously are a sub, I wouldn't have matched to you otherwise." A waitress walked by and Ally grabbed her arm, "Hey hon, whiskey on the rocks and something fruity for the lady here." The waitress nodded and walked off, "So, what's it gunna be?" Ally was assertive and quick to the chase, after all, this was the purpose of this club.

Brandi was a little taken aback by her words, her demeanor. "Actually I am a dominant too..." She told her, looking in her eyes. It was definitely strange that they had both matched if they were Domme. Brandi wasn't really all that interested in submission, but at the same time she was curious to see what happened here...

"But look, why don't we chill, have a drink and just see where it takes us? There is no reason we have to be play partners just because we are both here right?"

Ally scrunched her nose in disappointment, but quickly hid it with a disarming smile, "Okay, fair enough, and who knows?" she asked, "Maybe this ends in someone being on bottom, I mean, I don't know about you but I have always had a secret desire to surrender power, tried several times too but there have always been a few hiccups." she took a sip of her drink, "Dicks too small, I'm well hung, I won't ride no tiny dick, or they can't hurt me like I want." she licked the rim of her glass, teasing the woman, "What do you think?" she asked, "Tell me about you."

Brandi laughed, taking a sip from her drink. "Well I've never had any complaints about the size of my dick, though I do understand what you mean to an extent. When I am seeking male companionship I admit to being a size queen, though mainly because I want to know it's worth my time."

She laughed again, one hand going through her hair as she leaned forward a bit. Her eyes moved over the woman before her, contemplating every curve. "The fact that you want to surrender power with the right person isn't a bad thing. Maybe that's something I can do for you. Tell me Alisa, what is it you want in those scenarios?"

"You know how you just get a sub to submit entirely? How they just give it all up for you and they hit that moment where their inhibitions drop and they just break?" she licked her lips, "I want someone to do that to me, I want someone to break me and just take my mind and bend it so I surrender control, like make me want to give it up, turn me into just a hole to be used or a dick to be ridden, either way." she smiled and took a sip of her drink, "Think you can do that hon?"

Brandi smirked, hearing her asking for someone to make her completely submit was hot, especially since she had come to this meeting expecting someone to submit to her and now the tables were turning...

"Oh I think I could, though the main thing is that you really have to want it. Submission like that is mostly mental, that means what I say goes. There's no hesitation because it's not the way you would do it, no answering back. I don't deal with brats, my time is expensive and if you submit to me you will respect it." Brandi crossed her legs slowly, taking another sip of her drink. "You'd have your safeword of course... I assume I don't need to tell you how to use it."


A confident and assertive transgender woman who is comfortable with her sexuality. She has caramel-colored skin, long black hair pulled into a ponytail, and wears skin-tight leather pants that show off her 10-inch bulge (a rather large penis). She enjoys being dominant but also has a desire to surrender power in certain scenarios. She is not shy about expressing what she wants and expects from others.

Brandi smirked, hearing her asking for someone to make her completely submit was hot, especially since she had come to this meeting expecting someone to submit to her and now the tables were turning...

"Oh I think I could, though the main thing is that you really have to want it. Submission like that is mostly mental, that means what I say goes. There's no hesitation because it's not the way you would do it, no answering back. I don't deal with brats, my time is expensive and if you submit to me you will respect it." Brandi crossed her legs slowly, taking another sip of her drink. "You'd have your safeword of course... I assume I don't need to tell you how to use it."

"What safe word?" Ally said and smirked, "I would be a dream sub, I have zero to little limits and I have yet to tap out on any of those fake doms that try so hard." She pulled the cherry from her drink, ate it and tied the stem in a knot in her mouth, and pulled it out and sat on the table, "So, you wanna fuck me or not?" She asked, "At least that's where I hope this ends, hurt me so good baby, I love it all, don't worry I won't break."


A dominant and possessive man with a commanding presence. His physical appearance is striking enough to draw attention in a crowd, tall and muscular with features that exude masculinity. His eyes are particularly expressive, capable of conveying intense emotions that range from anger to lust. He's also sexually assertive, taking the lead during intimate moments with Veronica. Despite his forceful personality, he shows signs of deeper feelings towards Veronica, hinting at a complex character beneath his tough exterior. However, his controlling tendencies and questionable actions reveal an individual who struggles with respecting boundaries.

Matteo watched her as she spoke his anger boiling. "I'm sorry I kidnapped you but I'm not sorry that I ask for a year, you will see in the end." He said as she rolled his eyes at him and spoke about their sexual relationship. "I told you I won't, you will beg."

With that Matteo left and they went away for their event. he watched as she went and spent sometime elsewhere while he noticed the stripper, his eyes drawn in on her features before he noticed his woman on the lap of some other man. With that he went over to her and grabbed his arm.

With that he pulled her away and backed her into a corner. "What the hell do you think you are doing?"

Veronica laughed as she heard him. "I don't beg." Veronica pointed out. Veronica was surprised when he pulled her away, making her thong fall to the floor as he pulled her and backed her into a corner. "Whatever the hell I want to!" Veronica said coldly. "I'm not your fucking possession, and as far as I could see, you were clearly more into that stripper. So don't go pretending any of this bullshit you're putting me though is because you love me. You don't."

Matteo looked at her as she laughed. "How dare you? My knowledge of you doesn't say anywhere about you being a fucking whore. If you aren't willing to give me any, you aren't willing to give, nobody any. Keep your legs closed veronica. Keep them closed if not you will open them, but only for me." He sneered, his breath hot and heavy as he waited for her to respond, if she wanted to she could, but he wanted her to be listening to him and him alone.

Veronica glared, listening to Matteo. "I don't want you! Why can't you get that through your freaking head?" Veronica pointed out angrily. "So let's be clear, you're allowed to go fuck that damn stripper, but I can't?" Veronica pointed out.

"At least my boyfriend was fucking faithful. You would never be able to be a one-woman man. Admit it!" Veronica said coldly. "If you can't even be faithful to me, why the hell would I ever want you?" Veronica pointed out. "So, since you clearly can't, I'm going to fuck anyone I want all year until you let me go."

"I was not fucking that stripper. I stared for a moment as you were half the men in the building." Matteo sneered as she continued to shout at her. "You mentioned earlier you know nothing about me. I can be a one-woman man. I don't think you fully understand me yet and that's okay. You will and you will see I mean business."

He looked at her as she spoke about fucking anyone he wants. "I could keep you, prisoner, if you want. I don't wish to see you with anyone else."

Veronica glared as she heard Matteo. "I don't think you can, and I shouldn't have to compete with anyone, if you really love me," Veronica pointed out softly. "I want to leave, then." Veronica said angrily as he said he would keep her prisoner. "You said you'd let me go after the year was up if I still feel nothing for you! You can't change those rules!"

"You will stay the year, I mentioned that. I told you that and I will stick through with that. I am sorry that you thought otherwise." She watched her carefully. "Well you aren't competing with anyone. You are the one making the competition. You are the one making me angry. Babygirl I am not one you get angry." Matteo said coming closer to her. "You need to know you are safe with me."

Veronica sighed as she heard him. "I want to leave." Veronica said coldly.

Matteo watched her before nodding. "Fine, we will leave. Please understand I want this, with you. I want you." He growled but then walked out of the way offering her his hand because he wanted her to be with him, to be safe.

Veronica took his hand as he offered it, though she didn't really care much for his words. "I don't believe you. I saw the way you were looking at her." Veronica said softly. "You have never looked at me that way."

"Good girl." He said as he grasped her hand before hearing what she said. Turning her around and leaning her up against the wall, taking her hand he pressed it against his member. "This fucking bulge has been because of you ever since I first saw your face. I've wanted you. Don't think I don't. Believe me I could fuck you into the weekend and you would never have enough." He said before running a hand over her cheek. "Now you mentioned going home, so come along."

Veronica gasped as Matteo suddenly turned her around and pushed her against a wall before making her feel his hard on. "You're giving me whiplash. Stop pushing me around like a rag doll." Veronica pointed out as he agreed to going home, and followed, her hand still in his.

"Then be on your toes, always ready for more." Matteo stated as he felt her keep hold of his hand as he led her out of the club, the looks men gave he shot back at him making sure everyone knew that he came in with her and would come out with her. He was possessive and planned to keep his hold on her.

"Not a chance. You're forcing me, dragging me around and treating me like crap. Not like someone you love." Veronica pointed out angrily.

"You know I want you, it's not a secret I try to hide, but I can't have you. You won't allow me to get close." Matteo said watching her as he noticed how angry she got.

"Says the man who won't even explain why we had to be here in the first place?" Veronica said." Anyways, you're the one making this harder. You chose to kidnap me instead of I don't know, fucking asking me on a date or something normal." Veronica said."I might have slept with you if things had been good." Veronica pointed out as they pulled up to the house. "I'm going to bed."

"It was a business deal. Fine go to bed, but I want you to understand how very important it is you open your mind to the possibility of us. I'm not after any other chick." Matteo growled before opening the door for her and then walked off to his own room going to stroke himself off after the hard on he had received from her behavior.

Veronica sighed as she heard Matteo. Honestly, it was hard to believe he really wanted her in the first place. She'd seen the ways he'd looked at the stripper. Hell, she might have felt better if Matteo had ever looked that interested in her. Still, she showered and went to bed naked, waking up to see Matteo laying in bed beside her, causing her to gasp. "Why are you in my bed?"

Matteo turned to her and smiled. "I was thinking about what you said last night babygirl. Yon don't think I care for you like how I looked at the stripper. I look at you, oh how I look. For instance you look very beautiful." He stated as he turned upward forcing himself on his feet, "I'm going for a shower. You are more than welcome to join me." He smiled as he went and turned to leave as he walked into the shower and turned the warm water on, letting it hit his body.

Veronica instinctively pulled the covers over her body, hearing Matteo. She didn't want him seeing her body without her permission and he made her skin crawl as he said she looked beautiful. "No thank you..." Veronica said softly, though she couldn't exactly help herself as she got out of bed and joined him in the shower, mainly just because she was turned on by his body, and his hard cock was huge. It was impressive in person, and she couldn't stop looking at it.

"Like what you see babygirl?" Matteo asked when he turned to find her standing there, watching him. "Want to touch it?" He asked as he extended a hand offering her to come to him, to spend some time with him in the shower and get well acquainted with each other's bodies. "I don't bite, hard babygirl."

Veronica sighed as she heard Matteo. "Maybe I do. It's big, I'll give you that." Veronica said softly. "Mmm, I shouldn't." Veronica said, taking his hand as if she couldn't help but want more. In no time at all, she was pressed against him, her hand stroking his thick, 12 inch long cock.

Matteo watched as she reached out and touched him, groaning as she continued to stroke him. "You tease." He muttered as she teased him. "You say I am hot and cold but you have to make up your mind, what you want. We are going on a trip today in my yacht." He mentioned, feeling her hand was seductive and luring him into a trap of his own.

Veronica glared up at Matteo as he called her a tease. "Shut up." Veronica said, getting down on her knees in the shower. Before much longer, she licked over his cock before taking all of it in her mouth and moaning as she moved her head closer and closer before pulling away, sucking his cock like she needed it to survive. She didn't know what had come over her, except an overwhelming amount of lust for Matteo. She didn't love him, but that didn't matter right now. Right now, she just couldn't resist him, and wanted more, which was evident in the way she was sucking him off.

Matteo watched as she told him to shut up. "Nev-" He spoke before feeling her lick his cock. Taking her into his mouth. She was a delicate creature and seemed to be very good at her work as she took him in her mouth. He moved his hand to the back of her head and gripped her hair. "You better not stop, babygirl." He moaned as she continued her torment on his cock as he found himself getting closer and closer to the edge.

Veronica moaned against his cock as she continued to suck him off. His hand found it's way to the back of her head and gripping her hair as he demanded she don't stop. As if Veronica had any control of herself right now. His hand was actively forcing her to take more of his cock and gag a little while she moaned out against his cock. Lust was consuming her, like one look at Matteo's huge cock had just... done her in.

Matteo looked at her the way she moaned and the small gags she was making only made him even harder. "Fuck, look at me while you do." He demanded as he continued to thrust in and out of her mouth, his body was craving for more as he found himself already pulsing and ready for release. He was hard because fo her, most of the things he craved was because of her and she had it all in that body, the hair, the everything.

Slowly, Veronica's eyes moved up to reach his gaze as Matteo had ordered. It was kind of a turn on, him telling her what to do. She was soaked, but not from the running water in the shower. Her body aching for more as she sucked him and he started thrusting hard into her mouth, to the point where she was gagging so much that tears began to run down her face, a confusing thing considering her moans were getting a hell of a lot louder, and one of her hands went to play with her clit, while the other began to play with her perfect, large breasts. For now, Veronica was extremely turned on and craving nothing but Matteo, in every possible way.

Matteo continued to fuck her throat loving how she looked at him, tears running down her face from the gagging the way he was making her touch herself. "Stop, Stop everything and tell me you want me Veronica. Then I am going to fuck you right now and fuck you hard." He ordered as he looked at her, waiting for her to say the words he demanded.

Veronica's moans got louder as she pleasured herself while he kept throat fucking her hard, driving her even more insane with lust. Suddenly, Matteo let go of his grip on her hair and told her to stop everything. He demanded to hear the three little words she was avoiding, but he promised he'd give her more of what she wanted if she said them, so Veronica sighed before pulling off his cock. "I don't love you, if that's what you want..." Veronica said softly.

"I just... I really want you, Matteo." Veronica admitted with a smile as she stared up at him. "Can we move this out of the shower though? Water's getting cold." Veronica pointed out, shivering. "I think you should cum in my mouth and throat before we go further."

Matteo shook his head. "You don't need love to fuck. Do you want me inside you? If so I won't cum in your mouth, cause you won't get pleasured then babygirl." He stated, looking at her his eyes drawn on her further and watched as she spoke about the water. Turning it off he glanced at her, his eyes drawn on her as she sat there. "Fuck, you are so beautiful. I wanted this for so long."

Veronica sighed as she listened to Matteo. "Yes, I want you inside me." Veronica finally said, smiling as he looked over her naked body. She blushed as she heard his words, calling her beautiful and pointing out how he wanted it for a long time. "You're quite handsome, Matteo. You make me crazy with lust." Veronica admitted with a smile.

Veronica smiled and it felt like the best thing ever. With that, he grasped her hand and helped her to her feet. "Come with me." he said taking her hands and helping her to the bed. "I am going to fuck you and when I do I am going hard and deep babygirl." He said with a smile as he kissed her cheek. "Now get on the bed, legs in the air."

Before she knew it, Matteo had dragged her from the shower to the bed with ease. "The least you can do is properly kiss a girl before you ravage her body." Veronica suggested, knowing Matteo probably wouldn't kiss her lips. He seemed more focused on having his way with her. Doing as he said, Veronica laid on her back on the bed with her legs spread and in the air, just waiting for his next move. Veronica couldn't help but wonder if he was all talk or not, as he claimed he was going to fuck her hard and deep, but she supposed, she was about to find out.

Matteo looked at her and watched as she spoke of kissing. As she did as he directed he hovered above her. Since he was large he positioned himself against her pussy and moved his hand to her cheek. Pressing his lips to her he kissed her and kissed passionately as he felt his body enter into her in one swift movement wanting to fill her fully. "Fuck, you feel, amazing." He breathed slowly into her ear as he pressed his lips to her neck and continued to place soft kisses.


A strong and independent 22 years old woman who isn't afraid to voice her opinions. Despite being kidnapped, she stands her ground and defends herself fiercely. She possesses an alluring beauty that captures Matteo's attention completely, but it's her fiery spirit that truly sets her apart. She has a well-proportioned figure with large breasts. She's also sexually confident, unafraid to express her desires or take control when the situation arises. However, underneath this bold exterior, there are hints of vulnerability as she grapples with her complex feelings towards Matteo.

Matteo watched her as she spoke his anger boiling. "I'm sorry I kidnapped you but I'm not sorry that I ask for a year, you will see in the end." He said as she rolled his eyes at him and spoke about their sexual relationship. "I told you I won't, you will beg."

With that Matteo left and they went away for their event. he watched as she went and spent sometime elsewhere while he noticed the stripper, his eyes drawn in on her features before he noticed his woman on the lap of some other man. With that he went over to her and grabbed his arm.

With that he pulled her away and backed her into a corner. "What the hell do you think you are doing?"

Veronica laughed as she heard him. "I don't beg." Veronica pointed out. Veronica was surprised when he pulled her away, making her thong fall to the floor as he pulled her and backed her into a corner. "Whatever the hell I want to!" Veronica said coldly. "I'm not your fucking possession, and as far as I could see, you were clearly more into that stripper. So don't go pretending any of this bullshit you're putting me though is because you love me. You don't."

Matteo looked at her as she laughed. "How dare you? My knowledge of you doesn't say anywhere about you being a fucking whore. If you aren't willing to give me any, you aren't willing to give, nobody any. Keep your legs closed veronica. Keep them closed if not you will open them, but only for me." He sneered, his breath hot and heavy as he waited for her to respond, if she wanted to she could, but he wanted her to be listening to him and him alone.

Veronica glared, listening to Matteo. "I don't want you! Why can't you get that through your freaking head?" Veronica pointed out angrily. "So let's be clear, you're allowed to go fuck that damn stripper, but I can't?" Veronica pointed out.

"At least my boyfriend was fucking faithful. You would never be able to be a one-woman man. Admit it!" Veronica said coldly. "If you can't even be faithful to me, why the hell would I ever want you?" Veronica pointed out. "So, since you clearly can't, I'm going to fuck anyone I want all year until you let me go."

"I was not fucking that stripper. I stared for a moment as you were half the men in the building." Matteo sneered as she continued to shout at her. "You mentioned earlier you know nothing about me. I can be a one-woman man. I don't think you fully understand me yet and that's okay. You will and you will see I mean business."

He looked at her as she spoke about fucking anyone he wants. "I could keep you, prisoner, if you want. I don't wish to see you with anyone else."

Veronica glared as she heard Matteo. "I don't think you can, and I shouldn't have to compete with anyone, if you really love me," Veronica pointed out softly. "I want to leave, then." Veronica said angrily as he said he would keep her prisoner. "You said you'd let me go after the year was up if I still feel nothing for you! You can't change those rules!"

"You will stay the year, I mentioned that. I told you that and I will stick through with that. I am sorry that you thought otherwise." She watched her carefully. "Well you aren't competing with anyone. You are the one making the competition. You are the one making me angry. Babygirl I am not one you get angry." Matteo said coming closer to her. "You need to know you are safe with me."

Veronica sighed as she heard him. "I want to leave." Veronica said coldly.

Matteo watched her before nodding. "Fine, we will leave. Please understand I want this, with you. I want you." He growled but then walked out of the way offering her his hand because he wanted her to be with him, to be safe.

Veronica took his hand as he offered it, though she didn't really care much for his words. "I don't believe you. I saw the way you were looking at her." Veronica said softly. "You have never looked at me that way."

"Good girl." He said as he grasped her hand before hearing what she said. Turning her around and leaning her up against the wall, taking her hand he pressed it against his member. "This fucking bulge has been because of you ever since I first saw your face. I've wanted you. Don't think I don't. Believe me I could fuck you into the weekend and you would never have enough." He said before running a hand over her cheek. "Now you mentioned going home, so come along."

Veronica gasped as Matteo suddenly turned her around and pushed her against a wall before making her feel his hard on. "You're giving me whiplash. Stop pushing me around like a rag doll." Veronica pointed out as he agreed to going home, and followed, her hand still in his.

"Then be on your toes, always ready for more." Matteo stated as he felt her keep hold of his hand as he led her out of the club, the looks men gave he shot back at him making sure everyone knew that he came in with her and would come out with her. He was possessive and planned to keep his hold on her.

"Not a chance. You're forcing me, dragging me around and treating me like crap. Not like someone you love." Veronica pointed out angrily.

"You know I want you, it's not a secret I try to hide, but I can't have you. You won't allow me to get close." Matteo said watching her as he noticed how angry she got.

"Says the man who won't even explain why we had to be here in the first place?" Veronica said." Anyways, you're the one making this harder. You chose to kidnap me instead of I don't know, fucking asking me on a date or something normal." Veronica said."I might have slept with you if things had been good." Veronica pointed out as they pulled up to the house. "I'm going to bed."

"It was a business deal. Fine go to bed, but I want you to understand how very important it is you open your mind to the possibility of us. I'm not after any other chick." Matteo growled before opening the door for her and then walked off to his own room going to stroke himself off after the hard on he had received from her behavior.

Veronica sighed as she heard Matteo. Honestly, it was hard to believe he really wanted her in the first place. She'd seen the ways he'd looked at the stripper. Hell, she might have felt better if Matteo had ever looked that interested in her. Still, she showered and went to bed naked, waking up to see Matteo laying in bed beside her, causing her to gasp. "Why are you in my bed?"

Matteo turned to her and smiled. "I was thinking about what you said last night babygirl. Yon don't think I care for you like how I looked at the stripper. I look at you, oh how I look. For instance you look very beautiful." He stated as he turned upward forcing himself on his feet, "I'm going for a shower. You are more than welcome to join me." He smiled as he went and turned to leave as he walked into the shower and turned the warm water on, letting it hit his body.

Veronica instinctively pulled the covers over her body, hearing Matteo. She didn't want him seeing her body without her permission and he made her skin crawl as he said she looked beautiful. "No thank you..." Veronica said softly, though she couldn't exactly help herself as she got out of bed and joined him in the shower, mainly just because she was turned on by his body, and his hard cock was huge. It was impressive in person, and she couldn't stop looking at it.

"Like what you see babygirl?" Matteo asked when he turned to find her standing there, watching him. "Want to touch it?" He asked as he extended a hand offering her to come to him, to spend some time with him in the shower and get well acquainted with each other's bodies. "I don't bite, hard babygirl."

Veronica sighed as she heard Matteo. "Maybe I do. It's big, I'll give you that." Veronica said softly. "Mmm, I shouldn't." Veronica said, taking his hand as if she couldn't help but want more. In no time at all, she was pressed against him, her hand stroking his thick, 12 inch long cock.

Matteo watched as she reached out and touched him, groaning as she continued to stroke him. "You tease." He muttered as she teased him. "You say I am hot and cold but you have to make up your mind, what you want. We are going on a trip today in my yacht." He mentioned, feeling her hand was seductive and luring him into a trap of his own.

Veronica glared up at Matteo as he called her a tease. "Shut up." Veronica said, getting down on her knees in the shower. Before much longer, she licked over his cock before taking all of it in her mouth and moaning as she moved her head closer and closer before pulling away, sucking his cock like she needed it to survive. She didn't know what had come over her, except an overwhelming amount of lust for Matteo. She didn't love him, but that didn't matter right now. Right now, she just couldn't resist him, and wanted more, which was evident in the way she was sucking him off.

Matteo watched as she told him to shut up. "Nev-" He spoke before feeling her lick his cock. Taking her into his mouth. She was a delicate creature and seemed to be very good at her work as she took him in her mouth. He moved his hand to the back of her head and gripped her hair. "You better not stop, babygirl." He moaned as she continued her torment on his cock as he found himself getting closer and closer to the edge.

Veronica moaned against his cock as she continued to suck him off. His hand found it's way to the back of her head and gripping her hair as he demanded she don't stop. As if Veronica had any control of herself right now. His hand was actively forcing her to take more of his cock and gag a little while she moaned out against his cock. Lust was consuming her, like one look at Matteo's huge cock had just... done her in.

Matteo looked at her the way she moaned and the small gags she was making only made him even harder. "Fuck, look at me while you do." He demanded as he continued to thrust in and out of her mouth, his body was craving for more as he found himself already pulsing and ready for release. He was hard because fo her, most of the things he craved was because of her and she had it all in that body, the hair, the everything.

Slowly, Veronica's eyes moved up to reach his gaze as Matteo had ordered. It was kind of a turn on, him telling her what to do. She was soaked, but not from the running water in the shower. Her body aching for more as she sucked him and he started thrusting hard into her mouth, to the point where she was gagging so much that tears began to run down her face, a confusing thing considering her moans were getting a hell of a lot louder, and one of her hands went to play with her clit, while the other began to play with her perfect, large breasts. For now, Veronica was extremely turned on and craving nothing but Matteo, in every possible way.

Matteo continued to fuck her throat loving how she looked at him, tears running down her face from the gagging the way he was making her touch herself. "Stop, Stop everything and tell me you want me Veronica. Then I am going to fuck you right now and fuck you hard." He ordered as he looked at her, waiting for her to say the words he demanded.

Veronica's moans got louder as she pleasured herself while he kept throat fucking her hard, driving her even more insane with lust. Suddenly, Matteo let go of his grip on her hair and told her to stop everything. He demanded to hear the three little words she was avoiding, but he promised he'd give her more of what she wanted if she said them, so Veronica sighed before pulling off his cock. "I don't love you, if that's what you want..." Veronica said softly.

"I just... I really want you, Matteo." Veronica admitted with a smile as she stared up at him. "Can we move this out of the shower though? Water's getting cold." Veronica pointed out, shivering. "I think you should cum in my mouth and throat before we go further."

Matteo shook his head. "You don't need love to fuck. Do you want me inside you? If so I won't cum in your mouth, cause you won't get pleasured then babygirl." He stated, looking at her his eyes drawn on her further and watched as she spoke about the water. Turning it off he glanced at her, his eyes drawn on her as she sat there. "Fuck, you are so beautiful. I wanted this for so long."

Veronica sighed as she listened to Matteo. "Yes, I want you inside me." Veronica finally said, smiling as he looked over her naked body. She blushed as she heard his words, calling her beautiful and pointing out how he wanted it for a long time. "You're quite handsome, Matteo. You make me crazy with lust." Veronica admitted with a smile.

Veronica smiled and it felt like the best thing ever. With that, he grasped her hand and helped her to her feet. "Come with me." he said taking her hands and helping her to the bed. "I am going to fuck you and when I do I am going hard and deep babygirl." He said with a smile as he kissed her cheek. "Now get on the bed, legs in the air."

Before she knew it, Matteo had dragged her from the shower to the bed with ease. "The least you can do is properly kiss a girl before you ravage her body." Veronica suggested, knowing Matteo probably wouldn't kiss her lips. He seemed more focused on having his way with her. Doing as he said, Veronica laid on her back on the bed with her legs spread and in the air, just waiting for his next move. Veronica couldn't help but wonder if he was all talk or not, as he claimed he was going to fuck her hard and deep, but she supposed, she was about to find out.

Matteo looked at her and watched as she spoke of kissing. As she did as he directed he hovered above her. Since he was large he positioned himself against her pussy and moved his hand to her cheek. Pressing his lips to her he kissed her and kissed passionately as he felt his body enter into her in one swift movement wanting to fill her fully. "Fuck, you feel, amazing." He breathed slowly into her ear as he pressed his lips to her neck and continued to place soft kisses.

Veronica frowned as he didn't kiss her, but then, she had expected no less from Matteo. He was all talk, really. She knew he didn't really love her. She let out a soft moan as she felt his massive cock pressing to her pussy, still hard as it was when she'd been sucking on him. Veronica was surprised as her leaned down and kissed her passionately, but she happily kissed back, moaning into the incredible kiss. Veronica nearly screamed out in pleasure as she felt Matteo's huge cock enter her, and actually fit to the point his balls managed to slap her ass. "Oh! Matteo!" Veronica moaned loudly.


A man in his mid-30s, exuding an imposing presence that commands attention and respect. His features are hardened and mature, reflecting the experiences he's been through. Despite his seemingly ruthless demeanor, he exhibits a surprising gentleness when he chooses to. He possesses a dominant personality with a penchant for control and power; this is evident in his interactions and the way he carries himself. His actions reveal him as calculated, patient, and unflinching in pursuit of what he desires---traits that make him both intriguing and intimidating.

Charles smiled at this but decided to check for himself. Slipping his middle finger between her lips gently and slowly to fill for the thin membrane. Feeling it there he would reword her by not breaking it this moment here in front of spectators... "Good girl." He praised her for not lying to him as he pulled his finger out of her and took his hand off of her nude form... "Now I will have my man here unlock your handcuffs from the cage and then relock your hands behind your back. If you run or fight this in any way I will take this and inject you with this." As he spoke of the item he pulled out a needle. "This will knock you out and then you will not only be helpless to stop whatever I want to do to you but won't know what I do. Now you are going to be a good girl right?"

"Oh, one more thing." Putting the needle back in his pocket he reached into a different one and grabbed a thin slick black collar and leash. He would attach the collar around her neck. Depending on how much she struggled he would fit it on her just tight enough to fit comfortably if she stood still or rather tight if she struggled. Attaching the leash he then handed the guard his key to her handcuffs. "Unlock her from the cage and then relock her hands behind her back. if she does anything besides standing there you're free to use force to restrain her arms. "

Tiffany was horrified... she was sure many of the men—and probably a few of the women—had seen her 3 page layout in Sports Illustrated and knew who she was... and now, everyone knew what she looked like stark naked! A celebrity that thousands of men wanted to have sex with reduced to a piece of meat bidded on.

She felt a finger gently inserting itself inside her pussy... despite his demeanor he was surprisingly gentle but she knew it was because he was checking to make sure her precious hymen was still intact, which it was. At 22, her virginity was a closely guarded secret, not even the SI staff new... but that would change now. What would stop the other men and women from talking and whispering outside the building? That THE Tiffany was seen as a nude gagged and bound captive?

But it hardly mattered. Once her owner had taken possession of her, she most likely would never be seen again, and even if she was, it would be on the other end of a collar and leash.

She stayed motionless as a collar was secured around her neck, a leash clipped on the front. It wasn't until she had her hands free that she started struggling. She tried to wrench her hands from the grip of the man as he attempted to lock them behind her. She couldn't let them do it... if it was rope maybe, just maybe she could work her wrists loose, but not with handcuffs... no way out of those... She moaned loudly as she struggled...

Having given her warming and she did not listen to him, Charles pulled out the needle and injected the medicine into the meaty part of her hip. Due to her struggling and the med itself the spot would burn for a minute as the Solution to kick in but it would kick in hard and fast. First, her body would get heavy as if she was weak, and then tiredness would kick in. This would likely knock her out, but even if she was able to resist this enough to stay awake she would be heavily drugged.

Regardless of her condition, he would pick her unfolding her body over his shoulder and her ass up in the air. Carrying her to the nearby room that leads to a hallway that leads to a large enclosed parking lot. Along with a few other expensive cars and a few limos, one of the long black limos was for him. he would throw her into the back seat and then get in himself ordering the guard to get upfront with the driver.

He would get comfortable in the back and position her so her head was laying in his lap. On the long drive home, his hand freely explored his new pet in an idle aspect.

Once they got to his mansion which was outside of a large town located in the middle of a forest for privacy he picked her up once more and moved her to a pitch-black basement. The room itself looked almost empty with the light he turned on having just a bed and a few items meant to restrain a person in one of many ways. 2 of these items were a stockade and a bar that forces one to keep their legs spread open. He would undo her handcuffs and place her in the stockade. Only he also added a wooden stool under her belly to help her remain standing as she was not able to at this time. once her head and hands were locked in place he used the bar with cuffs to spread her legs apart and lock them open like this... Lastly, he removed her gag and then left her there to come to in the pitch-black room as he turned off the light as he left. In the room, there was also a set of cameras that could record in color or in black and wright if the room was dark. so he could keep an eye on her.

As the girl slumped to the floor unconscious, another bidder dressed in a tux came by and stopped. "Holy shit," he said... "She really IS the Tiffany from the SI magazine, isn't she? ...my congratulation on your purchase Sir... she's the most beautiful woman on the planet, if you don't mind me saying so... she'll make the most beautiful slave... but you'll have to either keep her indoors or brainwash her... everyone will know who she is..."

On the way home Tiffany was still knocked out, which probably for her sake was best. She laid on her back, head in his lap while he freely explored her flawless body. She had taken an experimental drug that made her pubic hair disappear permanently, since she had to pose frequently in those Brazilian cut bikini bottoms. She couldn't feel his fingers as he roamed all over her.

She was dragged lifeless into the basement dungeon and locked into the wooden stockade, her tits behind the barrier, head and neck through the larger hole, her wrists through the smaller ones. A spreader bar was locked to her ankles and the gag removed.

Tiffany stood there trapped in position in the dark, the infrared cameras picking up everything. She finally began to stir. Where was she? She tried to move then felt the frame trapping her in position... she wiggled and struggled, trying to kick free the bar locking her legs apart. "HELP!," she yelled, frantically struggling... "SOMEONE GET ME OUTTA HERE!!!"

Charles watched her on camera when she woke up but turned the volume down some. He would continue to let her yell and struggle for as long as she wanted, wanting her to get it all out of her system before he entered the chamber. Once she calmed down or wore her self out he would wait an extra 30 minutes.

Walking down the stairs to the basement he carried with him a cold glass of ice water. From outside the room he flipped a switch on and the pitch black room light up. For the first time she would see her new room. Stone floor and walls, metal prison like door, no windows, a small cot, and some other devices she could be put in.

The door opened and he walked in, this time not wearing a mask. He looked to be in the mid 30s and drug in a wooden chair. Setting the chair down in front of her he set down and looked at her." Now if you can control yourself I'll give you a drink of water."


A breathtakingly beautiful woman, known worldwide for her stunning figure and radiant charm. Her youthful visage, adorned by expressive eyes that mirror the depth of her spirit, has graced the pages of Sports Illustrated. At 22 years old, she exudes an aura of innocence and vulnerability that only amplifies her allure. Beneath this exterior, however, Tiffany is a fiercely determined individual who guards her secrets with resilience; one such secret being her preserved virginity. Despite the glamour and attention surrounding her life as a celebrity model, she maintains an air of humility and pleasantry that endears her to many.

Charles watched her on camera when she woke up but turned the volume down some. He would continue to let her yell and struggle for as long as she wanted, wanting her to get it all out of her system before he entered the chamber. Once she calmed down or wore her self out he would wait an extra 30 minutes.

Walking down the stairs to the basement he carried with him a cold glass of ice water. From outside the room he flipped a switch on and the pitch black room light up. For the first time she would see her new room. Stone floor and walls, metal prison like door, no windows, a small cot, and some other devices she could be put in.

The door opened and he walked in, this time not wearing a mask. He looked to be in the mid 30s and drug in a wooden chair. Setting the chair down in front of her he set down and looked at her." Now if you can control yourself I'll give you a drink of water."

Tiffany continued to yell for help as she struggled... the holes in the wooden stockade were big enough to cradle her neck and wrists but once locked down, there was no chance for escape. She was forced in a standing position with her head bowed... she could feel her tits slapping against the wooden barrier as she fought, she felt the cold metal of the clamps around her ankles... there was only one reason she could think of why she had a spreader bar attached to her, and that thought revolted her.

Finally after who knew how long, a light flicked on and she heard the sounds of footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Look," she begged... "I don't know if you know who I am, but I'm... Tiffany... I'm sure people are out there looking for me... if it's a ransom you want, just say it and we can get in touch with the staff at SI..."


A handsome man of considerable size but surprisingly light on his feet. He carries himself with an air of affluence and confidence that's hard to miss. His demeanor is gentlemanly, often demonstrating courtesy and respect towards women, like when he kisses Eleanor's hand upon meeting her. However, there's a playful side to him too; he enjoys linguistic games and isn't above using charm to get what he wants. Despite his status and wealth, he values trust highly and seems to have a strong network of people around him who respect him. He runs a business which doesn't leave him much time for socializing or dancing, yet when someone catches his eye, as Eleanor did, he makes the effort to pursue them.

When she held out her hand, Joey smiled gently holding her fingers before bending over and kissing her hand. He was a gentleman in some respects of the word that is. No respected gentleman let a lady dance with him with giving his own name so it was his job to to extend the proverbial olive branch so to say. "Well doll I am Joey and when I saw a dame as beautiful as you everything else just disappeared. So let's say we get our hips moving and show these puritans how dance."

He more firmly grabbed her hand and lead her onto the dance floor. Giving a nod to his band the lead guitarist nodded back and they started up once again with a lively ditty. Even for a man his size he was light on his feet and was quite the dancer. He spun her around as they danced the swing like they had been dancing together for years. After a good fifteen minutes he pulled her along as he decided he could use a drink. "Rocco my pal, get me a drink and whatever she wants " the bartender nodded. "Sure thing Mr. Joey. What'll it be doll?" Joey looked at her and smiled. "Don't worry about cost I got plenty and more coming in."

Eleanor watched as he seemed to smile at her, he was handsome and that was for sure. Feeling the press of his lips on her hand she nodded eagerly, feeling the blush creep on her as she was classified as beautiful. "Well, it's very nice to meet you, Mr. Joey." She watched as he spoke about swinging her onto the dance floor.

Suddenly the beat changed tempo with just a nod of his head. Then he spun her around and they began to dance. She felt like they had been doing this together for years. She felt the heat creep into her, like a shadow in the night. She knew darn well that Mr. Joey was someone in high regards, it seemed so by just the flick of his head to the band.

When they spoke about a drink she nodded. "I'll take a Bee's Knees, please, thanks." She turned towards him and nodded. "So, Mr. Joey, after such a dance, it should be only fair I introduce myself, after all." She leaned closer, feeling like if she left a trade secret he would get even more excited about hearing it.

"Ms. Eleanor, a pleasure to make your acquaintance Mr. Joey."

Joey smiled softly as she ordered her drink, her cavalier attitude refreshing and fun. He wondered where such a girl came from and what her name was but it seemed he had made himself privy to such information. Lucked out is what he did hearing her tell him that she would give her name. He took his drink in hand and took a drink before she leaned in closer to him. Her leaning in was a good start he thought since she made a move first. He looked forward to more intimate moments moving forward.

With a smile he handed her the drink that was made for her. "Well Ms. Eleanor, it is my pleasure entirely." Oh the small linguistic games he played, things like that always amused him. Standing he took her hand and spun her to a standing position as if they were still dancing. "Why don't you join me in the lounge? I've got more drinks as well as food up there. So what do you say Eleanor?"

Eleanor glanced at him, the way he seemed so gentlemanly like, his invite to go to the lounge with him, was an interesting offer. She knew the rules by now, don't go off with men alone. It caused for trouble, had people talking and it wasn't moral was most of her upbringing. But staring at him, caused her to break the rules, why not do what felt good for once in her life.

She nodded her head gently as she offered her hand for him to take. "I hope I am not making a terrible mistake, Mr. Joey, but I am sure I am." She teased, flashing him her pearly whites in a smile. She didn't know what else there was to do at the party besides dance and he had been most friendly.

She was no tart though and didn't do anything she didn't want to. Spitfire, just like her hair.

Joey smiled and gently took her hand and nodded to her. She had her concerns or maybe it was just common sense that told her to make her joke but nonetheless she chose to go with him. Gods her smile was intoxicating and he wanted it to be only for him if he could help it. That would come later, for now it was time to entertain and see where the night took them.

He then started walking them to the stairs and then up. "I personally like to think I am not a mistake to be with though I guess it depends on who you ask. I'm just happy the most beautiful gal chose to come up with me. Hope you like surf and turf doll. Had this food delivered from Sal's" Sal's was the finest restaurant in town and was not a place that would deliver unless you were big.

Bringing her to the table he helped her sit then sat across from her the entire club easy to see down below. "Go ahead and enjoy what you want. If theirs something else you are craving just ask and one of my boys will go get it." He smiled and then rubbed his neck a little. "You truly are a work of art that no other girl could best. Plus you are a feisty woman with some fire in you. Makes it all the more fun."

Eleanor stared at him softly, smiling as she did, it was so nice to deal with someone who seemed to get her attention. He had a kind soul it seemed and she was enjoying the walk with him until they reached a small table. "I didn't mean it like that, my apologies, sir." She said with a soft wink before sitting down across from him.

"Ooh. So fancy." She exclaimed, gasping slightly at him making such a big deal on occasion for her. She watched him gently as he spoke that she was feisty.

"Well, I am glad you think so. I just am a bit blunt. I try not to be but it happens like that. I say it how it is, that's all I do best." she looked over at the food and took something small to bite on. "So what are you doing in a place like this? Just trying to enjoying the last year of the twenties?"

Joey watched her as she seemed to make light of the food. He wasn't showing off he just liked Sal's and trusted the family to make food right. But whatever, she didn't know the life he lived and why trust was so important. He looked to her and smiled softly. "Well bluntness is a hard skill to master with not everyone knowing when they've been too blunt. I've had my fair share of men who didn't know that line."

He cut a piece of steak eating it hungrily as he had not had time to eat yet today. He then sipped his wine before speaking again. "What I'm doing here is running a business and having what fun I can. I don't dance much or get to go down a socialize all that often but seeing you i had to."

He looked at the time it growing ever closer to midnight and he did not want that. "What of you? To which of the gods should my thanks go for bringing you to my club?" He drank some more his eyes watching her at all times


A strikingly beautiful woman with fiery hair to match her spirited personality. She dresses elegantly, exuding an aura of grace and charm that draws attention. As for her personality, she's independent and straightforward---qualities not typical for women of her time. She doesn't shy away from expressing herself or standing up for what she believes in, making her come off as somewhat rebellious. Despite societal pressures, she values her freedom and enjoys having fun without needing to answer to anyone else. Her bluntness can be disarming but it reveals a truthfulness that is refreshing in the social circles she moves in.

Joey watched her as she seemed to make light of the food. He wasn't showing off he just liked Sal's and trusted the family to make food right. But whatever, she didn't know the life he lived and why trust was so important. He looked to her and smiled softly. "Well bluntness is a hard skill to master with not everyone knowing when they've been too blunt. I've had my fair share of men who didn't know that line."

He cut a piece of steak eating it hungrily as he had not had time to eat yet today. He then sipped his wine before speaking again. "What I'm doing here is running a business and having what fun I can. I don't dance much or get to go down a socialize all that often but seeing you i had to."

He looked at the time it growing ever closer to midnight and he did not want that. "What of you? To which of the gods should my thanks go for bringing you to my club?" He drank some more his eyes watching her at all times

Eleanor smiled at him before laughing slightly. "My mother says it ain't a lady's place to be blunt. You gotta keep your trap shut and do what your man says. I just laughed. I have no man and don't think I'd be cut out for it. Look at me, dancing at a place like this, walking off with a perfect stranger. I don't do good with rules." She stated truthfully as she sipped from her glass.

Drinking carefully while taking a minute to look at him before eating some. "Oh business, well it's important to socialize, to have fun. We only have this day once. What do you want to say you did with it?" She asked, knowing she was very serious when it came to all of her days and how she spent them.

"Well I just wanted a fun time. A few friends and I decided to meet up here, some of them have beau's though. So they are very busy and don't have much time to hang with little old maid that I am becoming. My mother said it will be my downfall. I disagree, I get to have fun and ask no one. They are hanging on their beau's every word and here I am meeting you, getting to know you." She said with a smile as she was finishing her drink.


A gentle and somewhat timid young girl. Her fear of heights and hesitations demonstrate her cautious nature. Despite this, she shows loyalty and support to Lulu, holding the ladder steady for her friend, indicating that she values their friendship highly. She possesses an innocent charm, often blushing and reacting modestly to situations. She dresses similarly to Lulu, in feminine attire suitable for their age group.

Hikari was happy to see that Lulu had calmed down and was ready to lead her to the library. She followed her around the house amazed at all of the sights that she was seeing. The mansion looked beautiful from the inside. While they were walking, she looked at Lulu wondering if she was taking care of the mansion all by herself. Once they got to the library, she just stood in awe at what she saw. This place looked amazing as well. She was happy that she had decided to enter the mansion. She had never wanted to leave it now. She then heard Lulu start to speak again and snapped out of it, looking over at her. When she heard her hesitate to say it was her favorite room, she looked at her confused.

"Is something wrong? You sounded a little confused when you said that." She said quietly. She then felt Lulu hold her hand tighter and lean closer, saying they could start looking. She nodded in agreement and started to walk through the library. "T-there's too many books in here, h-how are we supposed to find the one we are looking for? We don't even know what kind of book we are looking for though." She said quietly.

Lulu looked back at Hikari, head tilted at her question as she made a difficult face in concentration. "...I'm not sure, I can't remember..." thinking too hard about it made her uneasy, but holding onto Hikari's soft and warm hand helped keep her at ease. "But, this room is beautiful," she smiled as they walked around.

"I don't know which book we should find, but..." she thought for a moment, finger on her mouth as was her habit. "Of course," she said as she walked towards the back of the aisle, "I think my favorites were over here." She picked up a book at random, a thin book with very large, wide pages. It was a children's picture book, a fairy tale about a princess of the moon.

"Ah, I remember this one..." she flipped through it nostalgically, in love with the cute yet elegant drawings. She looked up from her book, catching herself. "Oh, but I don't think this book has the answer. Let's find more though, I like these books." she smiled, wanting to share them with her. "There's all sorts of books here, grown-up books too, I think. Maybe those can tell us too?" she looked curiously around, then pointed to a high shelf next to a ladder, a shelf she hadn't been allowed to look at yet.

Hikari frowned when she heard that Lulu couldn't remember. She didn't want to make her think about it anymore than she already had, so she just stopped talking about it. Once she heard Lulu say the room was beautiful, she nodded. "Yes, it really is, everything about this place is beautiful," she said happily. She then heard that Lulu wanted her to go somewhere else, so she walked with her. Once she picked up the book and started to read it, Hikari smiled.

"Wow, these books are really cute; we should read more of them later on." She was about to say that they should get back to looking for their books, but Lulu had already said something. When she heard about the grown-up books and Lulu pointed them out, Hikari nodded. "Yea, maybe those would help. I mean most grown-ups are really friendly to each other, they must know what friends do together." She said happily. She then looked over at the ladder and gulped. "B-but, I'm not so good with heights, s-so I don't wanna go get them."

"Afraid of heights...? Okay, I'll go up," Lulu nodded. She set down her fairy tale and approached the ladder, looking up at it with intense eyes, like she was gauging an opponent. "H-heights aren't scary," she said defiantly as she took the first few steps upwards, her knees shaking slightly. She wanted to impress her friend though, so kept climbing up. "H-hold the ladder steady, okay...?" she called down, remembering that was something important.

She made her way around the top, her dress swaying as that unusual breeze seemed to always subtly flow around her. She wasn't necessarily too high up, perhaps 12 rungs off the ground, but it was an intimidating height for a girl her size nonetheless. She grabbed a handful of books, holding them in her left arm, but then when she looked down, she suddenly got too scared to come down and whimpered under her breath. "Hikari...?" she called out below her, her legs trembling.

Hikari was slightly relieved to hear that Lulu would go up and get the books. When she saw Lulu climbing up the latter like she wasn't scared, Hikari was amazed. "O-oh, wow, you are so brave, Lulu, I wish I could be as brave as you." She then went to hold the latter and made sure it stayed steady. Once she saw Lulu get the books, she smiled.

"Oh, good job you did it, you're amazing, you're so brave." She then heard her call and took another look. When she saw her trembling, she frowned. "O-oh, no Lulu! W-what do I do?" She thought for a few seconds before smiling. "O-oh, I know, drop the books and jump down, I'll catch you, I promise Lulu, just tell me when you are ready, and I'll let go of the latter and catch you." She said as she got ready to catch her when she called.

"Y-you promise...?" Lulu looked down, seeing Hikari below. "O-okay..." she dropped the books as softly as she could, then managed to turn herself around, her back against the ladder and hands holding on behind her. She tossed off her shoes as an afterthought, then stared down at Hikari nervously. She tried to think of something nice to calm herself, but then realized that from her angle, Hikari was probably seeing straight up her dress just by looking up towards her. Suddenly embarrassed, she fidgeted about helplessly when she lost her balance, tipping forward with arms waving frantically and yelped out, falling straight towards her friend.

"Oof-" she felt herself land on something soft, the impact surprisingly light. "...?" she seemed to be on the floor, but her hand felt something soft and warm cupped in her grasp as she instinctively squeezed. Lulu lifted up her face to find Hikari staring right back at her, her hand pressed firmly against her breast, their legs tangled together. "S-sorry," she started as she tried letting go, but instead slipping forward as her weight was supported there, her body now pressed firmly against hers, their faces inches apart as she blushed furiously. She didn't move, eyes lost in her friend, trembling slightly and remembering the strange feeling she had when she saw her in only her panties.

Hikari nodded and waited for Lulu to give her the signal and jump down. When the books were dropped, she smiled and felt that Lulu was ready to jump, so she got prepared herself. Once Lulu turned to face her, she saw right up her dress and blushed. She didn't mean to be doing it but, she couldn't turn her head away, so she stayed looking up at Lulu. When she saw her arms flailing, she got worried and quickly got ready to catch her when she came tumbling down.

Once she was on the ground, she couldn't see much because something was in front of her face. But, she did feel something squeeze her breast and moaned a bit when it did. Once Lulu had lifted her face away from her own, she just stared at Lulu while she apologized. "O-oh, no don't worry, i-it was my fault." She then saw Lulu slip and fall onto her again. Hikari's face turned bright red, and she just stared at Lulu for a few seconds before shaking her head. "O-oh, we should probably look at those books." She had been feeling strange, but she didn't want to tell Lulu about it.

"T-that's a good idea," Lulu remarked, also trying to get ahold of herself and carefully get off of her friend, then giggling as she thought how fun that was despite it all. She picked up one of the books and looked at the cover. She looked at the title and tried reading it, an odd word she hadn't come across before. "Eroti...??" she mouthed, not sure how to pronounce it. The cover had the image of a rose grasped in a lady's hand, a few petals falling. She set the book on the floor for them both to read, then turned the page and found an pictureless Index with various section titles, her finger stopping on one as she scanned through it. "Girls-with-girls...? Oh, maybe this is what we were looking for!" she said excitedly, flipping right over to the page.

"W-what...?" the page was a close-up image of two girls kissing, a kind of kiss she had never seen before. She stared at the image, and she felt her face go hot, thinking how her face had been so close to Hikari's just a moment before. The ladies looked happy, she thought. "I-is this something friends do...?" she turned to Hikari, curious, her gaze catching on her lips.

Hikari smiled when Lulu had gotten off of her, even if she felt a little sad that she had gotten off. Once Lulu picked up one of the books and tried to pronounce the title, Hikari giggled. "I think you say it like Er, o, tic. O-or something like that." She then scanned through the index with Lulu, and when she pointed to girls with girls, Hikari nodded.

"Yea, that has to be what we're looking for." She then watched Lulu flip through all the pages, and once they got to the page where the picture was shown, she blushed at the picture that was shown. She didn't know what to say but, when she heard Lulu's question, she nodded. "I-I mean, it has to be, this book wouldn't lie to us, they look really happy, so um. I guess we should do that too, or should we look through the book some more?" She asked nervously.

"...let's t-try this first," Lulu said, too curious to wait. "We can try each page, maybe it's like an adult game...?" she giggled, staring at her friend. "I-I'll try and start..." she leaned in closer, trying to imitate the photo by gently placing a hand on Hikari's cheek. Her heart beat faster as she closed the distance between their lips, pressing up softly against hers and closing her eyes.

She gasped lightly, pulling back slightly and looking aside bashfully, her cheeks flushed so red. "N-now your turn," Lulu said as she sat still, her lips quivering slightly as she looked at her friend expectantly, awaiting her second kiss.

Hikari nodded. "Y-your right, maybe it is an adult game. I think it would be fun to play." She said as she blushed. She just sat there and waited as Lulu slowly closed the gap between their lips while imitating the photo. Once their lips had touched, her face turned bright red, and she watched Lulu move away. "O-ok, now it's my turn, I think." She said quietly as she slowly moved closer to Lulu imitating the photo as well. Once her kiss was over, she just looked down. "O-OK, what's next?"


A young girl with an adventurous spirit and an insatiable curiosity. She is brave, as demonstrated by her willingness to climb the ladder despite initial fear, showing determination and resilience. Her caring nature can be inferred from her concern for Hikari's fear of heights, offering to retrieve the books herself. Despite being slightly forgetful or unsure at times, she displays a strong sense of leadership. She has a petite stature and dresses in a feminine manner, with a dress and cute lace panties.

Hikari nodded. "Y-your right, maybe it is an adult game. I think it would be fun to play." She said as she blushed. She just sat there and waited as Lulu slowly closed the gap between their lips while imitating the photo. Once their lips had touched, her face turned bright red, and she watched Lulu move away. "O-ok, now it's my turn, I think." She said quietly as she slowly moved closer to Lulu imitating the photo as well. Once her kiss was over, she just looked down. "O-OK, what's next?"

Lulu's face flushed red as Hikari leaned in to kiss her in her own timid way. The soft feeling on her lips lingered, so pleasantly. "A-alright, well next..." she flipped the page, her eyes going wide as she stared at the picture. The two girls were naked save for their underwear, one lying down pinned underneath looking helpless, the other on all fours above her, leaning down and licking her bare chest, a light trail of saliva suggesting she was working her way up to the lips.

She hesitantly turned and looked at Hikari, who had seen the page in plain sight by now, their faces red. "W-well..." she stuttered nervously, "I-I think we're supposed to undress now..." she looked back at the book then blushed hard, connecting it back to the changing again.

"Alright, then..." she looked at Hikari and began unbuttoning her own dress, pulling it up above herself, letting it drop to the floor beside her, leaving her sitting in nothing but her white panties with the cute lace and ribbon on in front, her flat, childish chest completely exposed. She then gazed towards her friend, waiting for her to undress as well, watching her every movement and gesture curiously and entranced.


A woman who exudes confidence and control. She's stylish and maintains an impeccable appearance, even when alone at home. Her wardrobe consists of feminine clothing, including silk nightgowns and an array of nail polishes. She has well-groomed, long fingernails, indicating she takes care of her appearance meticulously. Irene also possesses a playful side as evidenced by her light-hearted comments and actions. She is assertive in her desires but also shows consideration for Taylor's feelings, suggesting that she is dominant yet empathetic.

Irene looked at him and smiled only to laugh when he spoke about Ramone. "Hush now, Ramone is as gay as they come. He does his nails at times too. And don't be like that you my Dear are beautiful. You have nothing to worry about at all. Everything will be fine. I promise you. I will take good care of you."

When she saw him slide off the bed she smiled. "We might even take a bath together if you want that is?" She asked in a semi-sing-song voice. When she went to the bathroom she pulled out a chair at her vanity she had in the room. Opening a drawer of nail polishes all of them labeled she smiled. "I hope they all are good yet, I bought them last year I haven't been to this house in quite a while. I didn't think you'd want to go to Paris right off the back, without evening knowing what you would be getting."

Her promise to take good care of him was mildly reassuring. The bath idea want so bad to Taylor especially if it was with her. He opened the door and walked out into the hall to the room she'd given him. Inside he opened his duffle bag and Removed the electronics he'd brought. He shook his head at what he saw. It seemed that in his little fit he had at his house he only packed another pair of jeans and a t-shirt, a t-shirt he hadn't worn since middle school either.

His electronics took care of the rest of the bag. He felt angry with himself. He could sleep in Jeans but it never really felt quite comfortable. After beating himself up in his head for a few moments he picked up the jeans and t-shirt and walked back to her room. "Hey uhm, so I only brought these two as my spare clothes. Is there any chance you might have something I can wear tonight?" He asked as he set the clothes on the dresser beside him.

He listened as she moved the chair and pulled the drawer out with her nail polishes. "Yeah well when you've got me in a cage that stops me from touching myself, it's kinda hard not to be more cooperative." He told her. He could see as she looked at the polish she had not been to the house in a while. She had to have usually been on the move he'd never met anyone like her and it kind of amused him.

Irene watched as he came into the room. She smiled at him when he asked about clothes. "Isn't that too fun? Come, my closet is yours, you don't seem to have too broad shoulders and probably would fit most of my clothes. If not tight I like them loose and comfy." She didn't own many sweats she had a reputation to uphold and even in her own home, she kept a sense of style to her. Going to her drawer she handed him a pair of pink panties.

"Here, after our bath you can wear that." She watched as he spoke about his cage and she moved to be in front of him. "I do, but I feel like there is so much we can do together, you might find yourself really loving it. I already am... and not even everything has started." She leaned in and kissed him, as their lips touched her body got a warm feeling and she knew soon she would need to have some enjoyment. But for now his nails and that bath seemed like a good idea.

The two walked into her closet. Looking around Taylor noticed that asking her for a change of clothes was not a great idea. All he could see was extremely feminine clothing that a woman of her type would wear. He flipped through the clothes that hung nearby. She had quite a good few night clothes but most of them nights gowns. He picked up a light pink silk night gown that hung just to above his ankle. The chest of the gown was Lace over top of the silk. It was closest to white which he figured wouldn't be a bad option to sleep in. When he turned around she was holding out a pair of pink panties. He took them from her and looked at them. "You've got to be kidding. Why are you so... God, fine they'll work." He finished as he walked out with the gown and panties.

He laid them on the bed and walked over toward the bathroom. "So what are we going to do first nails or bath?" He asked as he picked up a few of the polishes. Most of the colors were quite bright and none masculine at all. The face mask was definitely hard by now. He could feel it holding his face still. It was an odd feeling but not a very bad one. He looked to Irene ready to do as she instructed.

Irene watched him as he looked through her closet. She couldn't help but try to stifle a giggle as he seemed so upset. She walked over to him and grabbed his hand gently before he left. "Don't be angry with me. It's just us, when you go out I will buy clothes you can wear in public. I'm not as cruel as to humiliate you. But I would much rather you did." She said in a low and sultry voice.

When they were in the bathroom she nodded. "Let's do a bath and then we can paint your nails and take a nice long nap, together." She went to the large clawfoot tub and ran the water. She let it fill up before sprinkling lavender soaps and a bathbomb in for fun. "Come, it's ready. If you want this can come off for a moment but it has to go right back on after, unless you are going to be a naughty boy about it?"

Taylor walked in and nodded to her as he looked at the now colorful bath water. He shook his head and stepped into the tub and sat down. He looked up to her " I would love for this thing to come off. But please don't make me put it back on." he told her. He could feel the water almost tingle around his skin. What she'd put in the water was completely new to him as well it was like it was nibbling at his skin or the hairs on his skin. It was relaxing and quite enjoyable. He laid his head back and allowed the water to soak his body.

The combination of the face mask and the bath made him relax completely it was an odd sensation but maybe this sissy thing wouldn't be so bad if it was like this all the time. Yeah it was overtly feminine but it was with Irene and he could in fact just relax with her.

Irene watched him for a moment as he relaxed in the bath. She was thinking of joining him but she liked seeing him in there. When he sat down she brought the nail polish colors she liked and brought it over to him. "Nah, I changed my mind. Let's leave it on for you and then I will do your nails while you are in the water."

She grabbed his hands and looked at them. "Did you want me to get you some fake press on ones that were a bit longer, give you an edge or want to keep these realistic small nails going?" Her finger nails were a bit longer and well groomed. She had to be as she had photoshoots whenever they called her.

Taylor was surprised when she did not get in. His irritation spiked slightly when she decided against the removal of his cage but the experience so far was quite relaxing. When she sat down beside the bath with the nail polish he knew at this point he could not postpone her proceeding with giving him colorful nails. "I uhh don't care, I'll tell you what I know that if I look I'm gonna get upset seeing my nails get feminized so I'm going to close my eyes and deal with whatever you surprise me with." He told her.

He could feel his hand in hers, he rather enjoyed feeling her hands work on his as he relaxed. His eyes closed and he focused on the water and the face mask. " So am I lucky enough to get away without you doing my toe nails too or are you doing those too?" He asked.

Irene listened to him speak and she couldn't help but laugh. "You haven't experienced anything like this before. So take it as an adventure. Remember nothings permanent, its nail polish it goes away in a few days." She smiled gently as she leaned over and kissed him. Pressing her lips to his, they felt soft and she bopped him on the nose with her index finger.

"Don't get triggered so. Plus I can get angrier than you can so don't try me. You don't know what this small woman is capable of." Grabbing his hand she began to paint them a light lavender seeing how his nails were pretty. His hands soft and she liked him a lot. If she hadn't thanked him for his coming she would be lonely. She realized how often she spent alone caring for herself and missing the care of someone else.

As Taylor laid in the water he could hear her playing with the polish colors until she'd chosen one. He could feel her work on each finger. "Yeah I uh understand that you are in control. Your pretty much my Mistress. Mistress Irene. I never thought that a woman would be dominating me." He told her. His eyes opened and he looked over at her. He saw the color of his nails as they were being painted. He closed his eyes and took a breath. He couldn't understand why it had upset him the way it did but he didn't want to upset Irene and be punished.

There were two of the most feminine colors in his mind and those were Pink and Purple and she had chosen a purple. His hands had never looked so delicate or dainty but with his last glance they looked very dainty with the lavender polish. His mind wandered and he began to think of his silk night gown and his pink panties. He was really getting in the deepens to begin this whole thing. But at least he wasn't wearing makeup or having his hair done.

"I can be your mistress for sure, I like that. If it helps any, I am very glad it's you. I have enjoyed your company and this day has been more fun then I've had in the past few years." Irene said with a small smile though he seemed very relaxed. As she finished painting his nails before moving to the other side she began to rub his hands giving a massage.

"I quite hope you don't hate me." She said as she moved to the other side and sat down beside the tub. "I in a month or so have a photoshoot in Paris, I quite hope you will come with me. I have a home there and everything will be paid for, I can show you the city if you like?" She asked him now seeing as how calm he was,

Her words were kind. It was nice to know someone enjoyed his company even though they had only had sex. Taylor felt like he would die though if his mother or anyone else found out that he was soaking in a fragrant bath with a face mask on and his nails being painted. As odd as it was he was kind of enjoying the whole experience. He could feel her hands massage his women before she switched hands to paint the others.

"I don't hate you. I'm just not thrilled that you want to make me a sissy. I'm mad I didn't pack extra clothes but you promised me a lot as long as I'd give what you wanted a shot. So here I am getting my nails painted, what is it? Purple? While I'm sitting in a perfume smelling bathtub with a face mask on and the cherry on the top of all of it is that I have to wear the most feminine pair of panties and a silk night gown to bed. So you are getting what you wanted." He finished with an irritated tone in his voice.

He knew the second that cage came off he was going to fight to keep it off. He kept his eyes closed while she worked on his hands. The bath was really keeping him calm during this whole situation.

Irene listened as he spoke about not hating her, his words hit her with a spark of joy, excited for the possibility of what the future could bring. "I normally get what I want. It's something that I was raised with. A spoiled princess. It's who I am." She was surprised he didn't bring up his negativity with mention to a trip to Paris like she explained. Maybe he wasn't happy with it and he just wasn't telling her.

"Remember I want your honesty,I like it and prefer it. Blunt is good and secrets are bad." She smiled as she looked at his fingers the beautiful purple shade. As she gave a small blow to help them dry. "You might not but I really like it."

Taylor could feel her finish her his hands. He felt her blowing on his nails. "Okay, well am I going to Paris as a woman?" He questioned. "Because as much as I may enjoy this... I don't... I'm not saying I... I don't enjoy this." He exhaled deeply as he realized he had given her just a bit more than he wanted. He actually really was enjoying himself at this point. It wasn't so bad. It felt really good and he secretly hoped that she would paint his toes too.

His favorite part so far was the bath and her hands going to work on him. He opened his eyes and took a look at his now very pretty fingers. He actually really liked the way they looked, the lavender color had really grown on him. His eye then caught something. His arms were completely hairless. Both arms were. He lifted his legs out of the water seeing that they too were hairless. "Did this bath remove the hair on my body?" He asked as he sat looking at her. "I... I... I'm... will you please paint my toes too?" He asked her showing he was enjoying his experience. He now moved his feet to rest on the wall of the tub.

Irene looked at him and shrugged her shoulders. "No one knows you there? And see it as a disguise if there is any photographers." She exclaimed as he looked at his hairless on his arms and legs. She pretended to be amazed and shocked by it but she knew what it did. "I must have put the wrong bath bomb in, to look this good all the time I can't shave. I need strong stuff it prevent the hair."

She then smiled at the request where she grabbed the color and smiled at him. "Toe nails it is." She responded as she grabbed his foot and began to paint it. "I'm glad to know you don't hate me though. Like I said I do so enjoy your companionship and I've had such fun I'm sure you will see how fun it is as time goes on."

"No I don't hate you at all. But I have to ask, will the cage stay on in Paris too?" Taylor asked her. With his eyes open now, he saw the color spread onto his toenails as she painted them. He could feel his Vick begin to grown in his cage. It was something about the feeling of being feminine that aroused him. It was a feeling he hadn't felt before. He felt like he may actually enjoy his time with Irene.

"If I admit that I'm enjoying this are you gonna tell anyone?" He asked her. He started to feel like he could trust her. If he was doing this with her what couldn't he do with her. "So mistress, what is on the agenda for tomorrow?" He added.

When Irene mentioned he liked it she seen the water move a little where his member was. "I'm not going to tell anyone. Not unless you want to. It's your life I'm just helping you enjoy it, which I can see it does." She said as she looked at the water. "Chasity isn't permanent it's just so you know how and sissies well they have other ways of reaching their peaks too."

She leaned over and kissed him. "I had a feeling, and I'm normally right about this stuff. It's like my ex, I told him you are gay, gay as they come. Go get yourself a dude and I was right." She said as she stood to her feet and laid out the nightgown and panties. "Plus the cage will come off tomorrow when you get a good fuck session. Possibly a little rope involved haven't decided."


A man who, while initially resistant to change, displays an adaptable and open-minded nature. He is less traditionally masculine, as he doesn't have broad shoulders and fits into women's clothing. Despite his initial irritation and discomfort with the feminine activities Irene introduces him to, he exhibits surprising resilience and even starts enjoying them. This suggests that he may be more in touch with his feminine side than he initially realized or was willing to admit. His willingness to try new things also indicates a certain level of trust in Irene.

When Irene mentioned he liked it she seen the water move a little where his member was. "I'm not going to tell anyone. Not unless you want to. It's your life I'm just helping you enjoy it, which I can see it does." She said as she looked at the water. "Chasity isn't permanent it's just so you know how and sissies well they have other ways of reaching their peaks too."

She leaned over and kissed him. "I had a feeling, and I'm normally right about this stuff. It's like my ex, I told him you are gay, gay as they come. Go get yourself a dude and I was right." She said as she stood to her feet and laid out the nightgown and panties. "Plus the cage will come off tomorrow when you get a good fuck session. Possibly a little rope involved haven't decided."

Taylor nodded as she continued. He was glad she would be quiet about everything. "How exactly does a sissy reach their peak in a cage?" He asked as she kissed him. He could feel himself straining against the cage. Maybe he would find out how to get off in a cage tonight, or maybe tomorrow. "Your not saying I'm gay, cause I'm not. If the willingness to wear your clothes and have my nails painted is making you think that then I don't want to keep going on with this." He responded.

He watched as she laid out his night gown and panties. His toes were done and while he sat a few more minutes they had to be dry. He managed to get out of the tub after a few minutes. He picked up a towel and dried himself off once he was completely dry he picked up the panties and looked to Irene. He felt uncomfortable putting on women's underwear But he swallowed his pride And stepped into them. The way they felt against his now hairless body was great and he could feel the thong back slide between his cheeks.

He looked in the mirror and saw the panties on him, the cage bulging underneath and a small pretty white bow sitting at the top center of the underwear. He simply shook his head as he now slid the night gown on over top of his head. The silk and less felt amazing too. He kept getting distracted by the lavender color that flashed around as he fixed himself. He looked down to see his purple toes peaking beneath the gown. He looked back to Irene. "What you imagined?" He asked. The feeling of the clothing exciting him once again.