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Silly Rabbit, part 3 by Vonya Lee We go out about three or four nights a week. When we do Sara pays for everything of course. She's even taken away my wallet. Why do I even need one? All I need is my drivers license. One thing that bothers me though is when she makes a show of having to give me money. Last night we were out with three of her friends from the restaurant. We were in a back booth of an Irish pub. I went to the bar for the table each time we needed a round. I must've made eight trips that night. I would've thought she would just give me a sum of cash to make things less obvious. No. She makes me ask for money for each and every time in front of our entire table. Each time Sara waited for me to stand before the table, maybe keep me waiting maybe not, before she'd hand me the cash. I felt like her friends found it amusing. I gathered all the drink orders and as Sara handed me cash the first time she said loud enough for the table to hear, "Honey, beer for you, alright? And a glass of water." Turning to her friends I hear her say, "Chris is a real light weight. The only way he's going to keep up is if he sticks to beer and water." As if that wasn't bad enough she wouldn't let me go pee either. Sara and I sat on one side of the booth, her three friends opposite. I was on the inside against the wall. After my second beer and water I needed to pee. I asked Sara if I could slide past her with a clear intention. Or so I thought. "Where are you going?" "I need to use the bathroom." "No honey, not just yet. Wait until we finish our drinks and then you can get the next round while you're up." I was flabbergasted. I had no idea what to say. So I said nothing, Time kept passing and nobody was drinking. Talking, laughing, everything but drinking. All their drinks sat half full and noone seemed to be in any hurry to change that. My leg started taping in need. Sara noticed and reacted by sliding her hand down the back of my linen pants and began to rub my ass through the panties. I let out a moan that I think was negated by the bar din. I have to fight my body to keep it from twitching. My legs pinch shut tight. She slides her way to the front and begins rubbing my crotch and chastity the same way. Feeling a quick burst of my hot pee on her hand Sara leans into my ear and whispers, "I own you." The words make me swoon. And tinkle, but just a little bit more. Sara can feel my accident and she turns and looks me straight in the eye and smiles. A devilish smile if ever I've seen one. She then slides from the booth to let me out. Before I walk away she says, "Hold on, take some money and get the next round. Ask my friends what they want." I guess the movers lost most of my clothes. How you lose two big, heavy boxes driving across town is beyond me, but I'm not a professional mover. Sara has been working with them but I've given up hope. Thankfully it's summer because I've got next to nothing to wear. I need underwear badly. Tonight I had no clean underwear. I've only got three pairs left and had all of them in the wash. Big mistake. Sara didn't want to wait so she went and got me a pair of her own. After some token resistance I stepped into a pair of green satin panties. I couldn't believe the sensation as they slid up my smooth legs. Sara notices my shudder as I pull them into place. "They look fine, better than those boxer briefs you were wearing. I've got lots. You can wear my old ones from now on, they fit you much better. Throw out the ones you've got left. No wait don't throw them out. Keep them." Amazing how being waxed smooth makes the panties look like they belong. My legs and crotch seems so feminine. My chastity shows, shows how small I am. Being small and chastised seems to make the panties look right on me. Makes me want to cry. And still I feel really, really, aroused. 'What a fucking dink he is. The movers didn't lose his clothes. I gave them away to the Salvation Army. How does he think professional movers loose two big boxes in a half empty truck? They drove his things all of maybe ten miles. He isn't stupid. He just doesn't question everything like he used to. I think I'm getting him to the point where he's not capable of challenging what I say. I'm not sure I can even remember the last time he disagreed with me. I hardly ever won arguments with him back when we were a couple. He'd be an excellent cross examiner or detective, something like that. I should say would have been. He has a very different future now. I've made him stop using the word 'why', and he does. I can't believe it. I see him stop just before saying it all the time. Usually he just drops what he was going to say. I can make another human being stop using specific words. I never would have thought it could work. Fucking Orwellian. Once you throw off all the bullshit ethical nonsense you can use extreme measures to train a human being like you do an animal. I'm not just going to force him, I'm going to rewire his brain to be incapable of anything else. I'm going to obliterate what he was. I wonder if I can train him to use the wrong words. Make him call birds bunnies, call dogs mittens. Make him sound like a fucking idiot. What a rush this is. Now I understand what Laura's talking about. I just can't believe how much fun this is. I own him. He's going to be my slave. A real slave too. I'm going to do his branding. I'm really psyched. I want to smell his flesh burn as I sear my name into his ass. I can't think of a better way to remove any doubt that he's a piece of property. I want him dehumanized. I want him not to even flinch as he flounces his way through his families big summer cookout. I think that might be the last scene. I think that would be very cool as a climax. Laura's not completely sold yet. I'm going to change him into the biggest sissy cocksucker ever seen. How amazing is that. He's my art. He doesn't know it but that's all he is. He's my canvas. He's nothing. Nothing until I make him. And after I make him he'll live on display. And when the art begins to bore me, I'll sell it. God I can't believe how hot this makes me. I'm so glad I listened to Laura and went through with this.' Friday night we'd gone out to dinner and then to a drag club Sara loves, 'The Garage'. We've come every Friday night for a month. The show upstairs is fantastic, the performers absolutely wonderful. Beautiful , funny girls, great stage. I'm really seeing things so much differently now. Before I never would have set foot in a place like this, now I'm almost as comfortable here as in my neighborhood pub. More so considering my secrets. Its true you know. I don't think there's a soul in here that would really care that I'm completely waxed smooth. No one here is going to take a swing at me because they see my chastity. I feel safe. I feel accepted. The lights, the music. Doesn't hurt that I'm always 'x'ing when I'm here. The first floor is the dance floor, lots of sofa space and four bars. Grooving along, happy as a clam, suddenly I hear "Hey_" Took me a second but I realized it was Laura, Sara's best friend or at least she was a few years back. Apparently they had some falling out. Sara doesn't say much about it. Sucks not being able to ask her why. As they air kiss and chat, I start to wonder if it's a little weird that I can't say why? I mean I guess it is, but not really. She's right. I'm never satisfied because I'm always asking 'why' "Not everything has to have an answer. Haven't you ever heard 'it is what it is'? Asking 'why' all the time only keeps you from knowing the truth. Makes you a lawyer not a believer," she tells me. Sara has been teaching me meditation techniques and they all start with clearing the mind. I find that so hard. Sara explains it to me that I have a hard time quieting my mind because its always busy asking 'why' about absolutely everything. She's right again. That's why she came up with the brilliant idea to help train my mind to relax, stop asking why. The first step is to stop saying the word. Treat the word like it doesn't exist. See it only seems weird but its not really. Even right now, I'm in my own head asking why I can't say the word 'why'. I need to stop it. Just stop it. Doing just that, I can't help but notice the tall thin gorgeous woman standing beside Laura. She's wearing heels making her eye to eye with me at six one. She's very cool looking, a heart shaped face, a perfect mouth. I've never seen lips like hers, such a unique curve to the upper lip. I wonder if they're natural. She has ash blonde hair cut just like Victoria Beckham. And oh what a body She was wearing a print dress, blue roses with some green, came to just above her knees. Oh what legs She even stood with one in front and the other behind, hands behind her back, as if posed. The dress was fitted across the waist which really helped frame the bust. Her bust filled the top perfectly. The dress tied behind her long, slim neck in a big bow flourish. Very fifties retro I would think. Looked fantastic to say the least. I felt innocently smitten. She was smiling and listening into Sara and Laura's conversation when suddenly all three turned towards me who was daydreaming. "Laura, you remember Chris." "Sure I do_ Hi Chris how are you?" big electric smile. "Hi. Hi Laura. Great to see you." "... and Chris, this is Gwen." Happy small talk ensues until we all succumb to the dance floor and drift apart. It isn't long before Laura and Gwen are all over each other. I always thought Laura was gay, even if she always did have a boyfriend. They look so hot , two lipstick lesbians attacking each other. I was really digging watching until Sara gave me a disapproving glance. I'm excited leaving the dance floor. Somebody else knows about Sara and me_ Laura will talk. She was a huge gossip and I doubt that's changed. The cat is out of the bag, or so I hope. I return from the bar with our drinks and hand Sara hers. She's sitting back in an overfilled sofa, I sit beside her. She takes out a cigarette and I take out my lighter. Sara is a social smoker, our ritual is for me to always light her cigarettes. "What did you think seeing Lauren?" "I thought it was fine. I guess she knows something's up with us now though huh?" "Oh yeah, she knows." "Sorry." "That's okay. I still want to keep this just among my friends for now." "Yeah sure, that's cool." "How did you think Laura looked after not seeing her for four or five years?" "She looks the same really." " ...and Gwen?" "Is that her girlfriend? I didn't know Laura was gay." "Technically she isn't. Gwen is a guy." I was stunned. "Gwen used to be Glen. You don't believe it? It's true. He's one of the performers upstairs, he's very good. They were down the cape for the summer Laura told me. He's beautiful no?" ""No, he is ... ah ...beautiful. I guess." "Laura just thinks that she's the cats pajamas. She thinks she's so cool. Just because she's married to a drag queen. She parades him around like a Chihuahua on a leash. Did you see the way the two of them went at it on the dance floor? How could you not, they were like two cats in heat for Christ sake. I mean my god, how about a little discretion, even here." looking around and gesturing with her hand. "You know she always has to be out there on the extreme. Always the first one. You know she got an iPhone the very first day. Yes she did. Had to have one. Well she didn't get one, she had Gwen wait in line. Amazing isn't it. Imagine he was willing to do that for her. Would you do that for me?" "Of course I would honey," and you know, I would of course. "You're sweet," and gives me a kiss. My heart soars, suddenly I want an opportunity to prove myself to her. She deserves more than Laura. She offers up a cheery "Anyway here's to Lauren and Gwen, cheers." She needs my devotion. I see that now. And I know how I can show it too. Sara has a hidden love of karaoke. I never knew. We started checking out different karaoke bars a couple months ago. Lately we've been going to the same one on Wednesday nights, the Red Dragon. Sara goes up and she's really good. Me? I'm terrified. Performing on a stage is probably my biggest fears, ever since childhood. If I can surprise her by getting up on stage that should impress her. If you say you're devoted, show devotion. If Sara wants to have fun at a karaoke bar than we are going to have fun at a karaoke bar. Funny, but I don't ever think about my old friends anymore. They would mix in this world like oil does water. Karaoke? They'd be heckling. They wouldn't appreciate the artistry of the performers at the Garage, all they'd see would be a room full of faggots. Sara was so right about them. What a bunch of fucking losers they are. What a loser I was when I was hanging out with them. Sara was absolutely correct in forcing me to make a complete break from them. I'm sorry to say I haven't thought too much about my family either. I think my feelings towards Richard and Cheryl are still to raw for me to want to deal with. When we got home from the club Sara was horny as hell. She was all over me and I've never felt less like a man. I was desexed. I was burning with desire and not a single goddamn thing I could do about it. It's an absolutely mind numbing experience to be denied the ability to get hard. My body spasms with all the unspent sexual energies. I was almost at the point of asking her to fuck me when she said, "This sucks I really, really want it and I can't get it. I shouldn't have to suffer just because you fucked up." Thank god I hadn't opened my mouth and asked her to fuck me. "Well, you could unlock me." God that sounded pathetic. "No. No. You're being punished." She dismissed the notion without so much as a hesitation. "If you won't unlock me, I could use a vibrator on you." sounding even more pathetic "No that's not going to do it. Not tonight. Tonight I want the real thing, you know?" "You could ..." motioning towards my chastity. Immediately reading my intention. Sara looks at my chastised cock and lets out a quick laugh. "That's certainly not going to do it." she stops herself from further laughter. "I'm just kidding honey, you're just fine, just fine." I'm crushed. Her intention as clear as mine. She wants a bigger cock. After an uncomfortably long silence Sara says, "Honey we need to talk." My worst nightmare is about to come true. I'm going to lose Sara because I can't satisfy her. I'm not big enough. "I know you try," Sara continues, "and I know you think you can do it, but the truth is you can't. I'm sorry honey but its true. You're just don't have it .. down here where it counts." taping my chastity. "Not everyone does. I need a real cock sometimes. Something that fills me up. Stretches me. Fills my need. Truthfully I can barely even tell when you're inside me. You pop out unless I squat on top of you. I'm sorry but it's true." "No please honey, please," I begged, tears welling in my eyes. "Maybe you should find a tiny Asian virgin." "What are you talking about?" "Some of those girls are tiny, so obviously she should have a small pussy." "But what do you mean about a virgin?" "Well someone with no experience wouldn't no any better." Her words pound me like fists. I begged, pleaded and cried for more than an hour. I conceded my abject failure as a serviceable cocksman. I had no shame only desperation. I hold no cards. I can't even pretend to be manly here. I plead and plead and plead. Actually it started out as pleading and devolved to straight out begging. Begging, begging and then a little more begging. I was finally able to convince Sara to let me try and satisfy her with a strap on. Imagine that. I had to fuck my girlfriend with a 10''strap on dildo. What an out of body experience that was. I was in the act of fucking but I couldn't feel a thing. Thank god she got off from it. "How was that?" I ask hopefully. "Not too bad. Definitely an improvement over the last time we tried. Not too bad. I got off." Great, I've been surpassed by a piece of hard rubber. 'He cried like a baby and I loved every minute of it. How the mighty have fallen. He's nothing like he used to be. He used to have tons of confidence, bordering on cocky. Not anymore. I remember that smug look he wore the night he broke my heart. Now look at him. Begging me for crumbs. I think the hormones are making a significant impact on his emotions. He gets hysterical, he cries easily. His feelings are as fragile as glass now. That has to be because of the hormones. I've got to think that not being able to cum has to be affecting him too. I can see some change in his body, subtle enough he doesn't notice, but definitely changes. He has much more tenderness in his chest. He really reacts to a little twisting now. I think his ass is looking bigger too. Hard to tell considering how much weight he's lost. I think he's lost about sixty pounds. I feel so free being able to just let my imagination loose. I always knew I had some sadistic tendencies but I had no idea how deep they run. I love this. I love everything about it. He's like a character I'm creating for one of those internet community games. I can make him what I want him to be. No one can stop me either. Tonight while I was enjoying his begging and crying I was thinking about something Laura had told me about. She told me about getting your slave to the point where he loses his male identity. He stops being a man, she said. That's what I saw tonight. I understand now. He stopped being a man and became a child in my eyes. I love it. The rush I feel changing this man is like no other. Revenge is a dish best served cold and this motherfucker is going on an all ice cream diet. I think the Christina project is the truest thing I've ever done in my life. He has absolutely no sexual confidence. None. He just expects to fail. Fantastic. He's going to be my cuckold soon enough. I'm going to have him sucking dick and licking cream pies. I got off just reading the look of utter frustration on his face as he fucked me with the dildo. I got off on that look as much as I did the sex. We're getting hours of good footage. I'm not sure how she's going to cut down all this great footage into a single disc.' I'm so glad we're going out tonight. I haven't been out since last weekend. Sara has been out most nights but she hasn't taken me. I feel like I'm losing her. Ever since the night we talked she's been kind of distant. She hasn't let me touch her other than foot massages since. Worse though is she hasn't been touching me at all. Not a bump. It's awful. I'm so afraid she's going to kick me out. I really wanted to surprise her on Wednesday at karaoke, but she didn't take me. She went with some of her friends. I was crushed. We were going to go shopping to replace my clothes but instead she gave me a garbage bag full of her hand me downs to dig through. I'm wondering if she doesn't want to spend money on me because she's getting rid of me. I acted as grateful as possible for her mostly unisex collection. As much as I thought I hated her beatings and torture, I hate not getting them even more. At least they showed she cared, she thought about me enough to do the things she does. Now? Now it's like I'm not even there. That is so much worse than any beating she's ever inflicted on me. I'd do something bad just to make her punish me but I'm so afraid she's ready to put me out that I don't dare. That's why I'm so glad we're going out tonight. We ate dinner in with her friends, Arlene and Devin, before heading out to The Garage. I found a sweet old t shirt from a beach resort in the bag. The shirts pink color was mostly washed out to a much more neutral rose. It was a little short but with the great shape she's gotten me into it, I like that. I wore the t shirt with a pair of her jeans. The jeans were a little snug and I notice they don't seem to come up as far in the ass and hips as they do in mens. Still this is about as neutral as I was able to find in the bag. I realized as soon as I sat down for dinner just how much shorter women's jeans are than mens in the back. My blue satin panties were definitely to be seen. We spent the whole night up in the drag lounge. Laura and her friend Candice joined us at our table. All night we had a steady flow of friends stopping by the table for a drink or two. Gwen was performing and boy what a performer she is. She was in on four numbers and is an obvious star with an obvious following. She's fantastic. We would all stop talking and turn our full attention to the stage when ever Gwen came out. Laura's pride was obvious and well placed. After two very entertaining drag queen friends of Laura left our table, Sara turns to me and says "I have so much respect for them. Don't you?" "Oh yeah of course. They're great." I respond. "Such courage." Gee, I never thought of it like that. She's right. We got home late and were both as horny as hell.. "I want to fuck you." "Oh please baby I want you to fuck me." "Hard." "Yes baby, as hard as you want." I sucked on her fake cock as she ripped my ass with her nails. Finally she surprised me by producing the key and unlocking my chastity. She then positioned herself behind me, rubbed my ass with some lube and started to push in. God I was so horny. I had her whole cock in me in about two minutes. I had to go slow but she seemed willing to let me ride the cock at my own pace. "I'm looking over this beautifully smooth back and you know what's missing? A tattoo. Are you going to let me tattoo you?" "Oh God yes! Tattoo me honey. This feels so good. Yes." "You like this do you? You like getting your ass fucked?" Feeling trapped but not wanting her to stop I had only one answer to give, "Yes.Yes." "Good girl." she slowly picked up her pace. I couldn't hold back any longer so I whimpered, "I'm gonna cum." She grabbed hold of me tight at the hips and thrust me hard. My soft little cock starts to spurt all over the bed sheets. She finally stops and pulls out. "Now darling what you need to learn is that a proper etiquette is that after you get fucked you thank the cock by cleaning it off. And the only way is to clean the cock with your mouth. Now come and finish." I positioned myself to take her cock in my mouth again. I slid the hard rubber deep and began to try and rub and suck what I could. I repelled after tasting something awful. Sara held me tight by the back of my head. I soon realized the bottom side of the dildo got dirty inside me as it were. I was repulsed but she kept me in place. I gagged and gagged as I rubbed my own shit off her rubber cock with my tongue. But I did. What else can I do? How awful. "I hope you learned something there. If you want your ass fucked you need to keep it clean. Or accept the consequences. That's up to you. Did you like licking shit off a dick?" "No." "No? Are you sure? Okay then. You're going to need to keep yourself clean and ready at all times. You never know. I'll show you what to do later." She did. The next night I was tied back into the stockade and subjected to two big, warm, sudsy enemas. I felt like I was going to explode. After the second one was released I was back in place when she stepped in front of me wearing the harness. I sucked the fake cock before she took her place behind me. She used a double headed dildo that had her moaning along with me. I exploded first, if that's what you'd call what I do these days. Explode is hyperbole, I release. Not at all like the way it used to feel. She kept fucking me for a good ten minutes until she finally came. After a moment she came around in front of me and brought the cock to my mouth. Exhausted, I open my mouth and take the rubber cock in. I suck it. No bad taste. I see why I need to keep my ass clean. I'm so glad to have contact again. Even if it means I'm getting fucked. I hope she means what she said about a tattoo. How could she leave me after I get a tattoo for her? 'He thought he was surprising me tonight at the Red Dragon. We've been taping him all week practicing. He's taken to discussing his feelings straight into the bathroom mirror. We've got all sorts of pure confessional material from him. He did 'Can't get use to losing you.' and did a really good job. I think he was even surprised at how well he did. He did a duet with me on 'Don't you want me.' and joined in with me, Laura and Gwen on 'Our lips are sealed'. I know it was hard on him but he did it. I like fucking him. I really do. Fucking a guy is an extremely liberating feeling for a woman. Especially a helpless man. I like to think that I'm raping him. Which in a way is exactly what I am doing to him. He's starting to get into it. He's starting to connect getting fucked to cumming. I loved seeing his eyes tear up sucking the dildo when I told him I was going to Vegas for the weekend.' Before leaving to pick up Arlene and Candice for the airport, Sara handed me an envelope. "Here's some money for the weekend and a short list of things I need you to do. I want you waiting with a cart at baggage claim on Monday. Make sure you're early. You should be all set for food. I've made you three lunches and dinners, they're in the fridge all marked. I'll see you Monday." before giving me a quick kiss. "Bye. I love you," I say back to a quickly closing door. She's gone. I'm all alone. For the first time since I moved in, I'm alone. Already I can't stand it. I have a pit in my stomach. I don't like this. I don't like this one bit. I open the envelope, count the money, forty dollars, and take out the note. The note has some tough chores on it. She wants me to polish the wood floors in the hallway and dining room by hand with the Butchers wax. That's going to suck. She wants me to steam clean the bedrooms and the living room. Finally she wants me to detail the two bathrooms. Detailing is just that. She wants me down on my hands and knees with my special little brush scrubbing behind the toilet, scrubbing underneath the little porcelain caps, shining all the metal, scrubbing hard in the corners. The bathroom is cleaned for a queen. That's some hard work in three days. She left me one other chore that seemed like it was okay. She wanted me to bring a necklace down to the Garage tonight and give it to a girl named Patrice. That was what the money was for. 'Be there by nine, in case Patrice is early' read the note. I put the note down and went to the basement to get the steam cleaner I got all the rugs done twice. I made extra sure I got into every corner by hand. I heated up the lunch Sara had left. Delicious. I was showering when I started feeling a little nervous going into the club by myself. I've never hung out in a gay bar alone. Still though I felt a little bit more comfortable going to a gay bar by washing my smooth soft body. Feels so good. I get the strangest sensation when I'm soaping myself that the soft, smooth, hairless legs I'm sudsing up are those of a beautiful woman and I begin to get aroused. I'm really getting used to not having hair. Body hair is kind of gross. I'm starting to really like being so smooth. I think to myself 'I'm so much better going to a gay bar like this than down to the pub. That's for sure.' I've never been thinner in my entire life. I feel fantastic. I have next to no body fat. I'm not sure if it's from using the elliptical two hours a day but I think its making my ass bigger and stronger. Must be. I have an ass for the first time in my life. My chest feels bigger too. Sara says she talked with her doctor who explained that its because I'm no longer artificially inflating them with weight training. They're readjusting. That makes sense I guess. I get out of the shower and powder my body, another ritual Sara has started insisting upon. I empty the bag of clothes onto the bed and stare down on them. Felling playful and knowing I'm alone, I pull out a simple summer dress and pull it over my shoulders. Ah! This feels nice. The dress slides right over my shoulders fitting me perfect. I feel wonderful! I'm surprised it how free my legs feel in a dress. I feel much freer in movement. I celebrate with a twirl. Then another. And another until I twirl myself silly and fall atop the bed laughing. I feel great. I parade around the house, stopping to look at myself in the full length mirror. I love the way this dress looks on me. Something' s missing though and that's shoes. I haven't anything and Sara's are way too small. Looking around the house I come across an old dictionary. Big, thick dictionary, must be at least three inches wide. I put the book down on the floor against the wall before the full length mirror. I place my heels on the book and place the ball of my foot to the ground. I can look at myself standing like this and imagine my legs with heels. I have great legs. I try on a series of different combinations. I find a plaid skirt and grab a white oxford I had. The shirt is ludicrously big on me but that's fine as I gather the shirt front and tie it into a knot above my navel. I find a black tie in Sara's closet and I'm half way to Brittany. I need the stockings. I start rummaging Sara's underwear drawer. I am so turned on by their feel and look. I find a pair of stockings and sit down to put them on. I shake with pleasure as I start to roll the first stocking down from my toes as I've seen women always do. Feels so good, so tight. Wait! What am I thinking? I'll stretch these things all to hell. Sara will know it was me. It'll be too obvious. Stepping back from Brittany, I gladly step back into my simple cotton flower print summer dress. I feel great in this. I'm back before the mirror. Staring. I'm not sure how long I was staring into the mirror just studying my face. Could have a minute, could have been twenty. All I know is that I came out of the trance knowing what I needed to do. I needed to clean up my bushy eyebrows. That's what I needed to do. I found a pair of tweezers and made my plan, just the middle and some of the edges. I thought that was the plan. The first several hurt but after awhile you barely notice. The bitch of it was getting them to match. I think I did okay. I had to take off a little more than I would've liked trying to match them up, but I think they look better. I don't think they're noticeable. I wanted to go a little farther so I found some mascara. What a turn on it was massaging the brush across my lashes. What a difference it makes too. My eyes look so much more seductive, so much more interesting like this. Why else would women wear it right? Duh. I next tried a little eyeliner. I didn't do a very good job honestly. My hand wasn't steady enough and it shows. Oh well I'll do better with lipstick I thought. The creamy texture, the taste, I was hooked. Back to my Daniel Webster heels. I studied myself in the mirror, wondering. Not sure what I was wondering, just wondering. I'm startled back to reality by my cell phones ring. Yeah! It's Sara! "Hi honey! How are you doing?" "Hi sweetie. We're fine. Flight was fine. I'm in room 1530 in Bellagio, if you need to get in touch okay?" "Okay. How is everything?" "Everything is great. Perfect. What have you been doing?" "I cleaned all the carpets like you asked." "That's good. Anything else?" "That's about it." not wanting to say, 'playing with your make up.' "Okay then. We're going to go check out the casino before dinner. I'll talk to you later. You know what necklace it is I want you to give Patrice tonight right?" "Yes, the one with the red stone. You left it here in the hallway. Right?" "Yes. Okay have fun." "You too." "Oh we will. Bye." Click. Laura called me as soon as she saw what he was up to. Fortunately she happened to check one of the live camera's and saw him. He was dressing up! Laura sent me the feed. We watched the whole thing on my notebook. I didn't know what he was up to with the book at first, very clever. He has no idea I know. I'm ecstatic about this development. We all are. I actually got wet watching him flinch with each eyebrow hair he pulled out. His food for today is heavily dosed. I want him wired in the club tonight. Laura's going to add ecstasy to his drink tonight. She's going to run into him tonight. We've spoken with several different people at the club and asked them to look out for Chris and make him feel real welcome. We're letting it be known that Chris is getting ready to come out of the closet, he's just shy. Laura is going to set Gwen on him big time. We want to see where that will lead. Will he cheat? How far will he go with another man? This is when it's going to start getting even better.