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She couldn't move or speak. She was stretched out, and secured to and upright X-rack, her arms stretched wide over her head, her Wrists locked in broad, padded leather cuffs. Likeise her legs ere splayed, each ankle bound in similar restraints. A broad band about her waist held her tightly against the frame. A ball gag ha been pushe into her mouth and secured, and a high rigi collar ha been placed aroun her neck. She couldnt move. She coulnt even turn her head. All she could do was watch.... so she watched.

What she saw int upset her as much as it surprised her.

He had strapped the young man to the table.... the same table she ha been bound to many times before... with all its interesting features.. the upper wings had been swung out as had been the lower ones, the boy's arms and legs bound much as hers were... He even ore the same collar, though his was secure to the table. He was just as immobile as she was.

She was no stranger to that position or that table.... she had been there often... This, however, was new and different, and mentally she wasnt sure ho she felt about it. Physically her body seemed to have made up its mind from the quivering in her loins... her min kept telling her the real differences ere the fact the person on the table dint have heavy, pendulous tits and she didn't have a cock and balls between her legs.

And yet she watched with enraptured attention, her pussy wet and leaking, though this as something she had never expected to see.

Well maybe not exactly. She knew from things Joseph had aid to her in the past, he would have preferred the person on the table to be a busty broad hipped transexual. Instead, the person on the table as an effeminate young man, lithe limbed with a tight body that seemed to be completely hairless other than his long shoulder length locks...

She knew the hair as dyed.... of course she did. She as a oman after all and spent more tan a little time in salons.... because it wasnt this natural color... but some coppery red. It worke ell ith is complexion though. His smooth soft skin as dark... not brown but almost bronze.


Sze as trying to remember his name, but it evaed her. Nonetheless, she recalled clearly the night they met the kid.... not so much the dsy but the experience. They had been out listening to this live blues band. Personally, she love 80s rock, but Joseph ha this affinity for the sorrow and passion of the blues. Somehow it suited him in many ways.

Joseph had gone tot he bar to get them another round. When he came back he had tis kid in tow. That's how she thought of him then though he wasn't a kid. He just looked like it. She was twelve years younger than Joseph, and this guy ha to be at least that much younger than her. That would have put him in his early thirties, but he looke like he was in his early twenties, and for some reason she couldnt explain that made her a little jealous.

Ishmael,,, the name finally came to her. It was just he was pretty, not pretty in a boyish kind of was ay but in a girly kind of way. Only way she was able to describe it to herself. He had perfect hair, perfect skin, ark almon shaped eyes overshadowed by thin ark brows... she would have bet he plucked or waxed them. His lips ere full an sensual looking. Lips that lonnged to be kissed... by a man or a woman. Knowing Joseph the way she did she would bet she ould get the chance to taste those lips.

Still, she had never expected something like this. Bound to and x-frame helpless, watching as Joseph paced around the the table where Ishmael as bound tretched ous and vulnerable.... the ay she had been so many times before.

Part of her knew Joseph as experimenting, searching for answers. Yes, he was dominate, but for a long time he ha been questioning his sexual orientation. Time and time again he had admitted this...had admitted he had never seen a man he was attracted to but was drawn to transsexuals.

She didnt get it, but the truth of the matter she didnt need to. They didnt have that kind of relationsip. They were devote to one another, best friends, but not exclusive. Jealousy dint fit into their relatiionship. Hell, they confided in one another about relationships they had ith other people. Yet in many ways, they were like a couple... mentally, emotionally an sexually. Just, somehow, they ha the wisdom or maybe the the acceptance to realize they ere not made to be exclusive to anyone in that way... not physically anyway... maybe not even emotionally..