I look at her legs, her exposed breasts, her whole body, and sexual thoughts race through my head. Months ago, it would be nothing but fear and anger... But they drove out any feelings but sexual urges. They made me a horny slut. They made me ashamed to be a horny slut. They made my shame a turn on. The more I'm demeaned, the more I love it. I used to be dominant in bed, but they trained me, like Pavlov's dog."You urge to be fucked by anyone who will, anywhere they will," he said. "Not. It also felt reallygreat to be out and about, hearing the click of my heels, feeling thebounce of my skirt, and the swish of my nylons rubbing together. Itwas invigorating seeing people notice you, glance at your legs, andturning heads because of how pretty you look. As we walked into thehotel bar a waiter quickly sat us at our chosen table and commented onhow beautiful we looked. We ordered champagne and sat back on thecushy chairs, crossing our legs and chatted a bit."I told you.....you're. I set my burger down and cradled the magazine inmy lap. As the minutes passed I found myself quite comfortable rockingin the chair totally fascinated with the end of the articles.When Lexi rejoined me she pulled the magazine from my hands. "Damn itAriana, you haven't even touched your food!" She was right, I had twobites of the burger and barely touched the fries. "I'm sorry Lexi, Iguess I just got consumed with the magazine article and lost myappetite. I twirled my feminine fingers in my hair. “Hey, big boy, I haven’t seen you before. What are you doing here?” a beautiful platinum blonde with huge breasts who I guessed was around 30.I figured I wouldn’t get in trouble so long as I gave a very brief answer.“Fixing the computer.”“So you’re some kind of child prodigy, then?” she said with a small laugh.“Child? I’m eighteen.”“Want to be a man?” she smirked.This was just like Stacey Nelson all over again.“Well, Miss...”“Starr.”“Well, Starr, I doubt there’s anything you could think of that.