.. A personal slut, cumdumpster, maid, and I am Master Denton's little slave. His very own fucktoy... Wait, before I continue, let me tell you the sto...y of how I got here. It is very special and so very true. My personal story of how I became a transexual slave...------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------It had been so long since I have seen my beloved girlfriend Brooke, we have been dating for quite some time, yet she knows very little. Without even saying a thank you or a goodbye I left and drove home.I went straight to my bedroom, locked the door and took my clothes off. I didn’t bother to shower or take my makeup off, let my hair down, or clean my teeth.I took two sleeping pills, something I rarely do, and laid down on the bed. Soon I fell thankfully asleep.I was awaken by the telephone ringing loudly in my ear. I opened my eyes and everything was bright. I had a horrible headache. I looked at the bedside clock. 10:30am.. .." OK, some other time, when is good for you?" asked Rick."I uh ... I sort of met someone." Who?" Not someone you know." At least it's not a side of someone that you know. "Look have you or Glen told anyone about what happened between us?" What? Hell no!" Why not?" Well," said Rick slowly as thought the answer was obvious. "We figured you'd get pissed at us and cut us off. That or you'd become so busy that we'd never get anytime with you. Why? Are you worried your fella's gonna find out?" Sort. After a few quick strokes she took the small spraybottle, cautiously dampening the small section on her forehead beforerunning a comb through them two or three times."Wait, did you say leaving the house?" Owen asked as she stretchedthem between her fingers, checking their length."Now's not the time to fidget or they will be way too short. Chin up,and be very still," said his mother, again titling his face and thenpositioning the blade at the outside of his left eye socket. "Textdaddy that we'll.