Priscilla's Photo Caption of the Week (June 1, 2020)

I met Darin in. a gay bar/restaurant where I was having lunch. As I began dressing and looking more femme, I'd started looking around for a bull. I'd slimmed down. Instead of being slim, I now looked almost svelte and sylphlike. My ponytail now reached the middle of my back. I often wore it tossed over my shoulder down the front of my blouse. The ladies at the salon where I worked often told me I looked as "pretty as any girl" they'd ever seen. 

When some music came on, Darin asked me to dance. After some dancing and kissing he took me home. Before we had sex he spanked me. 

Then he had me kneel and he put a collar on me. As he collared me he said, "We're going to have sex now, Cindy. Yes, that's your new name, Cynthia. You're mine now girl. You'll be moving in here with me, so I can keep an eye on you. Now get all those clothes off and mince into my bedroom, you pretty, little thing."