Friends United

I nod and stretched out before him as if on an operating table he gently stroked my face. His wandering hands the travelled down cupping my perky breasts, stroking my flat tummy, jumping over my groin and sliding over my smooth legs. He fingers the Lycra between a thumb and forefinger then bounces back to my pantie where his huge hand cups what looks like a feminine mound. He gently squeezes my cock and I let out a feminine squeal. 'Isn't this what you want? It will be like your dream.' My cock still cupped in his hand he leans over me, I smell his strong aftershave and he whispered in my ear. 'I know you want it, Tomi, you can't deny it, you as good as told me.' He was shaking now, and I wanted to explain but he had unfairly gagged me making any speech imposable.

Why was he playing with me this way? He was so cruel toying masterfully with my emotions, exercising power over me. So many questions I wanted to ask but now my life had complicated and it seemed all my own fault. I shouldn't have been so honest, I shouldn't have offered to do his chores. A tear runs down my face and Brad looks down at me pitifully. Why was he doing this? Why was he behaving in this way? It seems for now he wasn't going to divulge.
'Well, well my sissy friend you're enjoying this rather too much. But since you're here looking so pretty and I'm incredibly hungry lets complete the picture and get you a dress. He opens the closet that was brimming with ladies clothes. He selected a sexy short mini dress. 'This was Donnas and I'm sure its your size. Get up and put it on!'

I whimper like a lost dog as I swung my legs off the bed, my nylons rasping loudly. My stockinged feet on the floor, Brad roughly grabbed my bound hands and hoisted me up like a carcass of meat at a butchers. The handcuffs bite into my tiny wrists and I moan pathetically but my obvious discomfort seems to encourage Brad like petrol on a fire. I shake my head and bite into the rubber ball gag as if it was an apple but all my struggling is to no avail.