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He carefully removes the lipstick top and applies it heavily to his mouth. As he began to touch himself, his mind wandered to images of bondage and forced feminization. Of being held captive by Mistress Angela and used as entertainment for one of her parties. She had described such a situation to him once before, and he longed to be placed in such an erotic scenario. Let's see...how had she put it? Slave drifted into a fantasy world as he proceeded to fulfill his obligation in the ladies' room. Angela had used wonderful imagery as she described what would happen to him.....

"The hospitality suite itself is luxurious, but not overly pretentious. There's plenty of room for the twenty women I've invited to join us. Most of the women are quite becoming, made even more so by their dress. They'll stay an hour or so, have their cocktails and hors d'oeuvres, then leave for dinner and the night clubs. So their hair, makeup, heels and clothes are appropriate for a party night on the town.

"As you mingle with my guests, offering them champagne as you go, you can't help but enjoy the sexy aroma of their perfumes as you walk by. Let's face it, you admire them, worship them ... because they are all beautiful women. It's a shame they don't think the same of you. Well, look at yourself! You're wearing a very revealing outfit. Your corset is made of the finest satin and lace, and is very heavily boned, giving you a rather voluptuous figure. You struggle to breathe as the genuine whalebone stays nip your waist relentlessly, to its smallest. The top of the corset frames your exposed breasts with stiff underwire, and I've taken the trouble to paint your nipples red with lipstick. The eight garters of your corset hold your stockings taut against your smooth, freshly shaved legs. Your cute little skirt, which barely covers your ass, flounces seductively as you walk. The only other thing you're wearing, besides the five-inch black heels on your feet, is a very sheer pair of black panties, dripping with lace. Oh, worry not, my little sissy slave, your arousal is quite apparent to all present. Besides your pupils being dilated, your clit is at full erection, straining against the satin fabric of your panties. Even so, you blush in shame as you overhear some of the women comment on how inadequate your equipment is. They're disgusted by the wet spot that is rapidly spreading across the front of your panties, revealing to all your lustful state. Yes, you are quite a sight....