Fantasy Fest

"C'mon bitch, hustle up," Monique whispered down. She was in a leather dominatrix outfit, her large bulge conspicuously noticeable, her large fake breasts pushing out of their top. She and Douglas were at Fantasy Fest in Key West.

Douglas was on all fours, collared, in chastity and a simple leather harness. He crawled, guided by Monique's leash, listening to her greet and gab with fellow fetish enthusiasts.

"Who is this, Monique?" another Black transsexual asked, nodding towards Douglas.

"Oh, this is my new bitch, Douglas," Monique said, smiling broadly. "Yeah, his pussy is on point. He's even kept my load in him this entire time. Totally owned."

"Wow, I'm jealous," Monique's friend said. She trailed her long fake nails over Douglas's gangly pale frame. "You should bring him to San Fran sometime. I'd take a crack at him."

"I'm sure you would, Chantelle," Monique said, chuckling huskily. "I might come out there, but not till this bitch had a ring on him."

"Ooh la la," Chantelle replied. "Monique is in love."