I chanted inside my head, “my pain is nothing, his pleasure is all, my pain is nothing, his pleasure is all” and I replayed the memory of coming w...thout Master’s permission. That thought made me want to sink to the floor. A new picture popped into my head. I visualized the slave I wanted to be: a slave who doesn’t presume to take that which isn’t given. I saw her holding on and delaying the crash inside her as Master slammed away inside her, knowing he was bringing her to the brink with his. "Oh, Harry!" she cried as she released him and grabbed his hand. "It's so brilliant to see you."She tugged a thunderstruck young man into the kitchen chattering all the way and pushed him into a chair, put the kettle on and then came back to stand behind his chair, put her arms round him and then kiss him again on the cheek. Harry had still not uttered when she danced away from him to make the coffee. She turned to look at him her face alight with happiness and then, seeing the bemused look on. A long moment. He had to do it, he had to look in the mirror. There was one just across the room. He stood up, and again felt his breasts move after him and then settle back into position. He walked across the room, and felt everything different. His breasts jiggled and moved independently of the rest of him. He could feel his bottom jiggle slightly, and the fat of his thighs rippled. His walk had a strange sway, yet it was natural. He looked in the mirror, his stomach lurched, and he almost. The two prosecuting attorneys who had presented the case thanked the grand jury for their time and then dismissed them, reminding all that they had agreed to serve for a year and could be called up again. The twelve members left the federal courthouse and went about their business, all of them proud to have served and eagerly awaiting their next assignment, blissfully unaware that the justice system had no intention of ever using them again. They had served their purpose.The text of their.