Real Stories - May 2005

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At first Anna seemed shocked and unsure of how to react to the sight of me in a dress, but after a few moments of normal conversation, she grew accepting. She teased me for my trashiness, criticized my inability to walk gracefully in heels or sit properly in a dress, remarked at how disrespectful and unladylike my visibly aroused condition was, and suggested that I needed some discipline. I complied, and brought her a hairbrush she kept handy atop her dresser. I pulled my skirt up to my waist and bent over her knee for several dozen sharp swats. When she finished with me, she sent me red-faced and teary-eyed back into the bedroom to return the hairbrush. Undoubtedly she anticipated some oral pleasure, but I seized the moment, as I was determined to give her a new sort of oral pleasure that evening.

I dispensed with the dress and reached once again into my bag for Annas gift that evening: a black eight-inch strap on. I had purchased the very best I could find, an ultalightweight foam-filled dildo假阳具 — a toy shaped like a penis with flanged base and a fearsome leather belt with multiple crotch straps. I brought it to an amazed Anna and helped her secure it, holding it for her to step into, and gently but firmly adjusted the belt and straps. It fit perfectly, and the transformation was immediate. At once, Anna eschewed amusement for aggression.