.."I was begging, and I knew it... The truth is, transition is the verylast thing I wanted, I wanted desperately to be a big strong guy... Thething is...we don't always get what we want...Her face softened some, I hoped she could tell I was being sincere,because I really was. "Okay... You know you can tell me anythingJordan..."I nodded. "I know that... I do... There are several things I'm stillstruggling with, with my problem... It's really hard for me to talkabout right now..." I felt the tears. He opened his dressing gown and I looked instinctively at the movement. I could see the crotch of his pyjama trousers were bulging. He grabbed my hair again, I was starting to learn that this was a favourite tactic of his. He pulled back so I was looking directly into his eyes.“You have been very reluctant to do as you are bid. I keep this ruler as a tool of correction and to train reluctance out of a boy. You will remember that won't you?”“Yes sir.” I was still cold and shivering and I was. He disregarded the eyepiece in the centre of the door, electing instead, to grasp the brass handle, open it and see who had the balls to disturb him at this ungodly hour.The first Anne knew that there was something wrong was as Bill barrelled backwards through the door to the antechamber, arms flailing in cartwheel fashion, into the living accommodation they were sharing. His shoe heel caught the edge of the Wilton centre rug and all one hundred and eighty pounds of him fell flat on his. ? It takes a greatamount of trust, almost love, to let yourself be cuffed to a bar by someone whohas every intention of applying torture using whips, paddles and other evildevices.? I?d known Lisa a long time, andwe?ve played this game many times before.?More on this later. Luannused the whip and some of Lisa?s paddles on me.?Lisa showed her how to go down onto my thigh, and then back across bothcheeks. Lisa would play with my dick and balls with the crop, or a smallpenis-whip of hers.? A few.