"You really are a little white faggot aren't you?" She asked."I'll be anything that you want me to be." I told her."Good that's what I like to hear bi...ch boy." We made plans for later that night. Or I should say she made plans. At this point I had already become her slave. I gave her my address, and she said that she would be over at about eight o'clock. The anticipation was running wild in me. Part of me wanted to stroke my inferior little clit stick one more time. Still I wanted there to be. Tiff looked over at me and gave me a “what the heck” shrug and moved over closer to me. Jen suggested I lay out on the sofa and she moved over to my chair. I did as I was told and laid face down on the sofa. Jen agreed to time the event and she told Tiff to proceed.No sooner had she finished those words that I felt her tiny hands on my shoulders. She softly began to massage my shoulders surprising me with just how strong her tiny hands were. She rubbed up and down my back really pressing firmly. Laura and l used to hate her.”“I know, and l’m sorry, but our father would never take a holiday and it was the only chance for me to get a break. Anyway, l was up in Cheshire but your father and l had had a big argument just before l left, he was drunk and wanted to fuck me but he couldn’t get hard, l tried to suck his cock, thinking it would help him and he called me a dirty slut and he hit me. He’d never hit me before and it frightened me.”“I don’t know why you stayed with him Mum.”“Not. A short time later, I was wondering how I ended there; on all fours, my sexy black dress bushed at my waist; collared in leather, leashed and butt plugged; with a hard crop swatting my stinging ass… It had been for curiosity, for lust, for my desire for submission… I was very excited…Daniel said I should feel it; while he was putting the collar around my neck.And the bastard was right: I felt…different, very different. He must have seen the change in my eyes, my body language response. In.