I washed my face in the kitchen sink, so as not to disturb Joe and Sarah. Then I grabbed some toast and headed off to the nearest tube station. The co...ference was long and dull and by the time 5pm rolled around I was ready to go. I headed back to the tube and found it full of shoppers and football fans heading home. It took ages to edge closer and closer to the train before finally being able to squeeze on. I got stuck standing up against one of the end walls with a crowd of people in front of. "Listen baby", he says. "I know why you're here. You're here because deep inside, you're a pathetic little faggot slut. You're here because you dream day and night about cocks. You're here because tonight, you hope that I will use both your holes, and cum all over you. You're here to start your transformation."I almost choke on my girly drink. How can he know so much about me. How can he guess how I'm feeling, and know that all of those words are triggering a huge erection in my jeans. It's. He already had sought out several men for her to be shared with as his list was down to a few choices. His decision came down to a gentleman named Mike. Mike was a thirty five year old who loved the life of being single. He was a very confident man and loved fucking wives of other men. He was very experienced and had all the necessary things that Steven had been looking for. Steven always had wanted a guy who had a big cock and who would fuck his wife senseless. Mike certainly had those. The Domestics tell me that she has done all the work required of her without complaint and there have been no more displays of defiance. I see her into her cell and take off her muzzle. She looks around. "Please," she says, "can I have my washing things?" She pauses and then tries another tack. "Please, can Vyerka have her washing things?"This is at once encouraging and disappointing. She is at least associating herself with her new status and identity, which is good. But she stills sees it as.