Clean up,.. again.

You go get cleaned up, again, this time you dress up in another dress. Your going through the panties and cloths. At least some of it is getting cleaned and in the dryer. The pantyhose you tried to clean earlier.

After You shower, get dressed and go eat a bowl of cereal reflecting on your days activity so far.

The dogs both greet you in what you feel will be the common fashion, sniffing your crotch with their noses under the skirt, you pushing them away, and then petting them and talking sweet to them.

While you eat you realize you just had Video sex with a really freaking hot woman. Masturbated together, she said she would fuck you had she been there with you, which makes you adjust yourself absentmindedly under your skirt. Admittedly it was the best masturbation session you had in your life.

Your head is spinning with the thoughts and you even chuckle to your self a couple times saying you can’t believe that just happened.

At first you were so apprehensive about wearing women’s clothing, now that’s not even a thought, your so preoccupied with thinking about the dildos that clothing isn’t even an issue at this point.

It’s making How priorities and levels of discomfort change with just a few interactions with someone. Now you would be super happy if all you had to do was wear the clothing, now it’s about that freaking dildo and using it. That and the issue of her wanting you to masturbate on video.

Your already hard thinking of it. You absentmindedly adjust yourself with your package wanting to push out of the silk panties. Your spoon scrapes on the bottom of an empty bowl. You glance down and look at the empty bowl. You don’t even remember eating it all because you were lost in thought about what was going on. The fact that she has these videos that would practically end your life if anyone else saw them. But then she was super kinky and you realize that she masturbated in front of you too, and it’s all about not telling anyone about you. She didn’t seem to care in the least about her behavior getting out in the open.

You say quietly, “so what the hell am I supposed to do now, cram a dildo up my ass? What if it makes me cum, does that make me gay or something?”

Then you get a tingle on the back of your neck when you realize that your wearing a camera that broad casts everything you say. You slap your hand over your mouth as you say a muffled “Shit!”

You feel like ripping the collar off of you but know things may not end well if you do.

There’s a blooop sound on the tablet. Incoming text message. It feels like it’s going to be painful to read, but you read it anyways.

“I really do hope it does make you cum, and no, it doesn’t make you gay, it just means you have more options for sex”

Great, you think, she is actively monitoring your camera feed.