I can’t seem to please my Master. Nothing I say or do is good enough or meets his satisfaction. I think that I am just a useless genie.”“Now, ...ow, Jeannie”, Roger says, “It can’t be all that bad. Tell old Roger what the problem is. I hate to see close friends like you and Tony having problems like this. Maybe I can help.”Jeannie stops crying and looks up at Roger, “Oh Maj. Healy, you are such a good friend but I don’t know if you can do anything to help.”Roger sits down on the couch, next. So I kissed them and then went for the big one. Well, it isn't very big, but is very neat and you know how boys always draw them as a circle with a line down the middle, well it's almost like that. Anyway while I was sucking her nipples I started playing with it and then went down and licked and sucked until she came. I don't think she had any idea of what was happening and I'll bet that was her first time."I laid and cuddled her for a few minutes and then told her it was my turn. She said she. I felt like I lost a part of myself. He turned me around and now began to whip me in front. Again, I thanked for each lash. That thanking was not only protocolary, but true, essential, because I was truly and honestly grateful for every stroke He has granted me.One. Thank you, Master...Two. Thank you, Master...Three. Thank you, Master...Whip was curling over my body, over my stomach, pussy, breasts. My nipples were burning every time a stroke came down over them. I moaned, tried not to scream,. Except for my hair, I looked like the kind of pretty, made-up girl you see in pre-teen beauty pageants.Then mother drew me to her large perfumed bosom. "Oh darling," she said, "you look so pretty. You've got such a sweet, girlish mouth. You should have been a girl. Then we'd have so much fun dressing up and shopping clothes and shoes and getting our hair and nails done together. Wouldn't that be nice, sweetheart? Mother and daughter. You'd be my sweet little girl and I'd teach you everything I.