"Are you my slut, Mistress?" I do not answer. I can not. Am I his slut. He grabs my face squeezing my jaw tightly and says again, with more authority...."You are my slut mistress." No question. At this moment, he owns me. I do not fully embrace my role but I am smothered by the pleasure of being controlled. His finger nails dig into my skin holding my face so tightly. His reddened cock is fiercely hard. His fist slowly stroking down, up, down, up. Squeezing the head, milking the pre-cum from the. He recognizedthat he wanted to be a girl, that he had loved sex with Brad and Kurt, andthat he wanted to do it again. But he also knew that he had fallendesperately in love with Jean and that he had so much to learn and that shewould be his perfect teacher. He was too timid to broach the subject of hisfuture and how he wanted to spend it in her shadow, at her feet, worshippingher.Jean dressed him in a diaphanous pink silk floral print dress with a halterneck and a mid-thigh length flared skirt.. More

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