"And then the injections started. The first series made my mouth turn bitter. It tasted like lemons." She clicked her tongue in her mouth. "I can stil... taste it."I nodded faintly. "Yes, the preparation drugs, they're known to do that. They briefly modify a key quality of one of the brain's neural transmitters. They deactivate a critical internal defense mechanism. It leaves your brain wide open and helpless against the eternity drugs." I sighed. "The taste will disappear within a week."She. But somehow I slept for a while.And that was Monday of our first week at Mistress Steele's School for MaleSlaves. A week that was just the beginning of many strange, humiliating,and mind-boggling events.Tuesday morning Jim and I were un-handcuffed and given breakfast. Then wewere led to the room where I had been beautified the night before and Jimwas given the same treatment. Before they started on him, however, I hadto shower, shave and freshen my makeup. Dressed again only in heels,. His hands moved to her sides, down, and to her hips, which moved up to his touch, inched closer to him on the couch. His fingers tightened on her hips as she moved them, moved closer to his mouth with hers, still touching his soft lips with her finger, then moving one hand, then the other, behind his neck. She wasn't nervous. Wasn't scared anymore. His hands squeezed and let go of her hips, looked at her mouth, watching her lick her lips, caught her eyes, and saw no fear. Feeling her hips rise. Actually, things weren't so bad. The next morning, the girls went shopping, John went to work, and that left just me and Paul in the house. I was dusting the furniture in the living room when he found me.'Uh, Mum, ' he said hesitantly.'Yes?''You know you said ... when we, um... 'I could guess what he wanted.'You want us to go to bed again?' I asked. Put him out of his misery. Besides, if he wanted to take his old mum to bed and screw her to the sheets, well, that was rather flattering, I.
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