..made me into your plaything. You kindled my lust, toyed with me, abused my trust--you turned me into your horny little bitch, your perfect little co...ksucker," she fumed. "You manipulated me for your own selfish needs. Well, who's the bitch now?" she asked, slapping me one more time, knocking me to the floor."I can fix it," I blubbered incoherently, lying abjectly at her feet. "I can remove the suggestions! Everything can be the way it was before!" Oh, you have helped me quite enough already,". They had to have seen his sissy cock twitching andthrobbing as it bounced embarrassingly inside his silken panties. Oh thehumiliation!Of course, Linda was equally humiliated as she was forced to mince andwiggle in the same sissy manner as Simon. The heat in her pussy and asshad not yet dissipated. The exaggerated sway of her hips was causing hershort skirt to flare wildly, giving those same horrid boys a tasty viewof her new lingerie.As horribly humiliating as parading in public clad in his. This is exactly why he chose her punishment. Eventually, he’d hear her scream for him as he pressed a vibrator against her clit until her throat was raw and she begged for him to stop. But today was not that day, and with as delicious as she looked strapped to his bed and absolutely quaking with need, it wouldn’t be any time soon. He leaned over her, bracing himself using his fists forming a cage over her helpless body. Her hungry eyes searched his face, teeth tugging uselessly at her bottom. The capers weren’t ... in anything. Kippers ... not so much either, I loved them but the girls? Another tidbit for the cats.What eventually became my staple breakfast were Omelets. Omelets allowed me all manner of leeway. Crumbled sausage, bacon, mushrooms, red and green bell peppers, diced. Jalapeño in moderation, and cheese ... whatever was in the cheese drawer ... didn’t matter ... sometimes it was just cheese. What really made the difference was the grease ... butter ... not margarine. No.