How I became addicted to my toys,

How I became addicted to my toys

I tell in this story my experiences by showing how I developed my share of femininity and the toys that I use in bed to amplify my pleasures alone or as a couple.

For several years now I have discreetly rented a second garage near my home to store my wigs, dresses, skirts, furs, silicone breasts, stockings, pumps, make-up and my many toys that I have bought over and over again. ten years.

I put them away in two large wardrobes equipped with sliding mirrors facing a sofa that allows me to lie down to try out my lingerie and my new toys.

Regularly making trips to Paris for my work, I never forget to take a large suitcase filled with my daughter's things.
It is the solution that I found to live my femininity in hiding from my wife who does not share my pleasures.

I got into the habit of staying in the same hotel by booking an upstairs room opposite apartments separated by a narrow lane.

I often spend three nights there before meeting at her house a transsexual friend whom I have known for a long time.
I love her beautiful breasts and her feminine hips which contrast with his massive cock erect under her transparent negligee.

She gives me her precious advice so that I always become more feminine.

After my make-up session, she chooses from her closet the wigs and lingerie that I give her as gifts and that she wants me to wear.
Then she presses her knee against my back to tighten the laces of my corset and compress my waist before helping me put on my stockings.

Looking at myself in front of the mirror, I am satisfied with my metamorphosis (the caterpillar has become a pretty butterfly).
I now feel the urgent need to fill this great void that I have between the thighs.

Then, Mirella puts a bag of ice cubes on my sex to be able to close my chastity cage because my cock is stretched by putting my underwear.
Then, she pushes my rosebud to me to soften my anus having decided that I will be the girl to start our games.