.I am h..happy to do what you tell me, to be yours....slave until you no longer want me." He choked out."Again!"Joe repeated it several times, until M...ry said, "Good enough. You nowonly answer to Joan, and no other name. You introduce yourself as Joanto anyone you meet. To anybody who asks, you have found your feminineside, and all these changes are your own idea, and you couldn't behappier. Do you understand?" Mistress, please ...." You cannot fight me. To be sure, every morning I will give. It was deemed "distinguished and handsome" in their words. We sat about the fireplace sipping decent wine and discussing different choices and trade-offs that I'd made. In the morning the lawyers released the rest of the construction account to me. I opened a local working account with it, arranged for a debit card and checks, made the post office and emergency services aware of my address (I got a rural delivery box) and got a local driver's license. With homeowner's insurance the place got. Debbie grinned as she pushed the dildo all the way in and began fucking me with long, hard thrusts. Her hand kept pace with her thrusts on my cock and I fell into rhythm with her, fucking her hand and my own arse.‘I should have brought my strap-on dildo with me. Then I could have fucked you like the bitch you are.’ Debbie growled.My heart skipped a beat at the thought and I felt my balls tighten. I moaned that I was close to cuming and Debbie made me stand up and turn around. She kept the dildo. And as the days passed, the truism was all the more emphasized in Midge Robinson-Mason's life.At twenty-four, happily married and well-settled, she should have been looking forward to the expansion of her family, but with an absentee husband and a ticking biological clock, she was in no position for family planning. Her life was happy, yes, but that was when her husband, Moose Mason, was home. The problem was, he rarely was.And as much as Midge wanted to say "Damn You!" when he called up week.