I look up and see you walk back intothe clearing, without my clothes. "Master!" With a choked sob I scramble to my knees and crawl towardsyou, flingin... my arms around your legs. I sob and shake, grabbing onto youfor dear life and babbling how thankful I am that you returned to me. "Master, I thought you left me. Ill never disobey you again,but please never leave me. Th-thank you for coming back, I would die withoutyou." I carry on, talking interspersed with sobs. You don't sayanything; just. She was wearing a baggy t-shirt that came almost to her knees."I can't reach your toes while we're kissing anyway," I laughed. I kissed her and she pressed against me, opening to a deeper and more intense kiss. She looked into my eyes again."Of course, if I were to pull my t-shirt up a little higher, you could probably reach my legs, right?" she asked. I could feel her pulling her shirt up in back with her right hand. She pulled my hand around her with her left and I could, indeed, reach her. Yet it is immediately obvious that this she-male is far more reluctant to accept her feminine future; for not only is she squealing furiously into her gag, but the chain pulling her forward leads not to her collared neck, but beneath her sea of pretty, billowing petticoating and between her legs! On top of this, her head is covered by a black silk hood."Use the paddle, Pansy!" the redhead shouts, tugging even more aggressively on the chain. "On her thighs!"A hand then emerges from the door. She could not resist putting them to her mouth and licking them clean of the warm, sticky, slightly soapy-tasting goo. It was not at all unpleasant.So agreeable was this discovery that she planned to capture all of Jason's sperm in a condom the very next time she gave him a wank and then when she was alone, empty the thing into her mouth and guzzle it all to see what it was like to swallow a decent whack of cum. This happened on Sunday evening while they were watching Midsomer Murders on the.