“Friday night was definitely one for the record books.”“And the next couple of days?”Well, I really didn’t want to mention how I was drunk a...d hungover from using a fake ID, so I simply nodded and said, “Pretty much like you two. Jack is now but a dried-out shell of a man.”“So, when do we get to meet this wonderful guy? You’ve told us about him, but it’s been months now and he’s never been here.”I shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s just never been the right time. This weekend?”Mom shook her head.. “Not yet. After I take you out of the studio.”“I want to see it now,” the girl said, reaching for the leather.The Dominatrix frosted her voice. “No.”The girl's nostrils flared but she held her tongue. The Dominatrix smiled; even the most stubborn could be taught when to shut up. She retrieved the girl's clothing and led her out of the studio, locking the door behind them. Stepping into the cool, bracing air of the hallway was like jumping into a mountain lake. The Dominatrix, accustomed to the. ”“Gender dysphoria,” he replied, “D Y S P H...”“I got it. I’m looking it up on line.”“I’ll go talk with your mom. Remember if you have computer questions, I’m here to help. It is my profession.”He approached Sierra. “Jackie seems to be doing well.”Sierra handed him a packet of papers. “For tonight’s parents’ orientation. We’ll need to leave right after dinner.”“What is dinner?” he asked“I have a stew in the slow cooker upstairs. Can you go up and give it a stir? Also give it a taste test? See. Hecame without the slightest warning and she couldn?t help but gag, heaving andspewing cum everywhere.She?dnever felt so humiliated in her life. To be on her knees before her masterretching and crying while semen sprayed from her mouth running down her chin.Snot mixed with cum and dripped from her raw nose. It was beyond anembarrassment, she felt shamed and hopelessly inadequate, she had wished shecould just curl up and fade away. Even then what shehad really worried about was how disappointed.