Red Shirt saw the panic in my eyes, and a faint smile crossed his face. 'You want me to take your gag out?' he asked.
I nodded eagerly.
He thought for a second; I could practically hear the cogs whirring around. 'No,' he said at last. 'No, I don't think I'm going to do that. Thing is, you see, I'm getting a pretty clear signal from you at the moment, and I'm not sure I want to change that. Understand me, girl?'
Girl...
He couldn't think I was really a girl, could he? I mean, I looked good, and perhaps even passable from a distance, but Red Shirt was up close and personal now. I could almost smell the beer on his breath and the potent musk of his sweat: the way real men smelled, the way hard work settled into your armpits and across your brow. I was sure he could tell that I was hiding something extra inside my panties, and sure enough he laughed when he saw the confusion on my face.
'You got a problem with that, girl?' he said. 'Way I see it, you put a great deal of effort into making yourself look pretty today. It'd be a real shame of me to ignore that. Rude, even.' He paused for a moment and looked down. 'Even if your little pecker seems to be doing its best to give you away.'
After losing a bet, Stephen agrees to become a sissy for his wife for a long weekend at their remote log cabin in the woods. Three days of sex and submission -- and most importantly, total solitude -- await them. That lasts until Sissy Stephanie is left chained up on the front porch while his wife goes into town for a few hours -- and the alpha male from the next cabin along makes his move...
Gagged and helpless, Stephanie has no choice but to wonder: Is this part of his wife's plan for his humiliation? Or does the man in the red shirt have something else in mind entirely...?
I nodded eagerly.
He thought for a second; I could practically hear the cogs whirring around. 'No,' he said at last. 'No, I don't think I'm going to do that. Thing is, you see, I'm getting a pretty clear signal from you at the moment, and I'm not sure I want to change that. Understand me, girl?'
Girl...
He couldn't think I was really a girl, could he? I mean, I looked good, and perhaps even passable from a distance, but Red Shirt was up close and personal now. I could almost smell the beer on his breath and the potent musk of his sweat: the way real men smelled, the way hard work settled into your armpits and across your brow. I was sure he could tell that I was hiding something extra inside my panties, and sure enough he laughed when he saw the confusion on my face.
'You got a problem with that, girl?' he said. 'Way I see it, you put a great deal of effort into making yourself look pretty today. It'd be a real shame of me to ignore that. Rude, even.' He paused for a moment and looked down. 'Even if your little pecker seems to be doing its best to give you away.'
After losing a bet, Stephen agrees to become a sissy for his wife for a long weekend at their remote log cabin in the woods. Three days of sex and submission -- and most importantly, total solitude -- await them. That lasts until Sissy Stephanie is left chained up on the front porch while his wife goes into town for a few hours -- and the alpha male from the next cabin along makes his move...
Gagged and helpless, Stephanie has no choice but to wonder: Is this part of his wife's plan for his humiliation? Or does the man in the red shirt have something else in mind entirely...?
