I gripped her wrists again. “First, ow! Second, why are you angry all the time?”She shrugged. “I don’t know. I just get tired of being treated...like a princess who can’t do anything, or a pair of walking boobs, or any of the other inane things people seem to believe of me.”I pulled her hands to my chest, and pressed my hands on top of hers. “I honestly don’t know why anyone treats you in any of those ways.” Then I glanced down and amended my statement. “Okay, the walking pair of boobs problem is. Now the weights and bell have arrived, and now this is my new procedure with my mistress. Once I arrive home, I change into my lounge pants and t-shirt. Next, I bring both the weights and the bell to her and pull down my pants. I am inspected to make sure the CB 2000 is still securely on me, and then she attaches either the bell or the weights. The bell and weights are attached by a small adjustable leather band that fits around my ball sack, just below my little clitty. The weights pull down. " No, I'm really not. My mind let that question out before common sense reviewed it. All the right words and thoughts were there, just not in the right order or context." I said trying to propose a mea culpa to a "marriage proposal"."Alright, I didn't think you were that spontaneous or irresponsible. Yes, we are on the same page." She said relieved.Then she looked off beyond me into the basis of thought and idea and said, "But doesn't it show that we both have similar ideas and hopes for us. I was relieved that they were pleased with me as this would mean that I would get my capsule and not have to suffer, yet at the same time it meant that I was becoming what they intended I should become, a girl!When Ann was satisfied with my appearance we went for breakfast. Ann had not referred to the previous night and we ate our cereal and drunk our coffee with Ann telling me that I was starting to look quite pretty.I asked her how long would my treatment last and she surprised me when she.