I opened the door to my apartment and flipped on the light. I walked to the bathroom, leaving a trail of clothes behind me like breadcrumbs. All I wan...ed was a hot shower. I stepped in and let the hot water run over my body. It washed away the smoke of the bar, the stress of the night, and a year’s worth of confusion and hurt. The water mixed with a flood of tears. I cried out all the sadness and hurt I had been carrying and emerged feeling lighter. I pulled on a set of pink flannel pajamas and. For our destination turned outto be my own Lesbian Apartment!We stepped into the mirrored interior and I looked around, seeing onlysmall signs of the extensive search that I knew must have gone on here.And then my eyes fastened on the myriad reflections of me, nude, boundand feminized -- and on the images of my captors, well-dressed andsmiling cruelly, and I shivered again.Angela tugged downward on the leash, forcing me to my knees on the softcarpet, and Dorothy unbuckled the straps of the. Though the hole I could only see his waist area. As I watched he unzipped his pants and took out his cock. I was glad to see that it was a nice fat one with a big head. When he turned and pointed it towards the hole I slid off the chair to my knees and stuck my finger in the hole, signaling my desire. As he pushed up against the wall he was still soft so only about two inches came through. But it was a quality two inches, fat and juicy. As I inhaled his male aroma, I leaned forward and. The man who calls himself Grigorii shows me to a windowless room lit up by a single filament bulb. There's a mattress here, a large tin pan next to it, and a water spigot sticking out of the wall, with a drainage grille underneath it. This is the extent of my accommodation. There is not even a door.My mind is still churning over the idea that after tonight, I will be losing my clitoris. A part of my body will be irrecoverably taken from me. It's barbaric and frightening and I can't even bring.