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It Started With Tattooed Eyeliner 4
It was late Sunday morning, a time when I had hoped Keri would let me recover a bit from Saturday's intensely humiliating venture to the waxing studio, along with my exposure via social media. In keeping with her threat to keep me dressed in the skimpy outfits I'd bought for my secret crossdressing, she had me in a crop top and a school girl pleated skirt that was so short my heavily bandaged penis showed below the hem. No underwear. That wasn't being allowed these days. Five-inch pink...