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This may be where the Morgana tales will finish, I can really decide.
I don want people or myself to tire of her.
I welcome all feedback and thank you once again for taking the time to read it.
Authors note hose panty shemale: the following story is based loosely on an actual event, and is so dedicated to "the king" thank you, love, it was an amazing party!
We received the invitation in the mail...
We couldn wait.
It was only two weeks away.
But what to do about costumes...
and characters?
We knew we had to be the best hose panty shemale there, and after discussions and thoughts, we decided to have fun with it.
You would go as a modern day devil in a deep red suit, and I would go as a fallen angel, in bondage to you.
Those were roles we hose panty shemale knew we could play.
I found you a beautiful suit, a black shirt and a deep red leather tie.
I made myself a dress of white crushed velvet, very short in front, and longer in back, and hose panty shemale very tight.
From the shoulders, I attached white tulle for falling wings, and found white fishnet stockings, a white garter hose panty shemale belt, and shimmering white high heels.
We already had the necessary bondage parts of my costume.
Finally the night arrived.
We dressed, and I curled my white blond hair so it framed my face in a cloud.
We added silver glitter over my entire body and face, and then you came near me and wrapped a thick black leather collar around my neck, cuffs around my wrists and ankles.
I felt wonderful.
We drove out to the party.
It was down a long, winding dirt road deep in the hose panty shemale woods.
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We arrived at the door, and it was held for us.
We sat, you holding my wrist, on short black velvet stools.
A man appeared.
We looked at one another, puzzled.
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We looked down and saw that there was a tag attached to each of our shoes, and how they got there, we had no idea.
You pulled them off, and read.
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