So I had to confess...She didn't believe me at first, but after about 30 minutes of questioning me (the longest 30 minutes of my life) as I sat petrif...ed on our bed, she changed her attitude into that of a confident conqueror who has total control of the man backed into a corner in front of her. She went upstairs and brought me down a beer to help relax me. Then she reached into my suitcase and held the largest of my dildos in both hands (12 inches with the girth of a soda can). I sat on the. I endured a few years of that, simply not understanding why it was happening. Despite this, I went on playing with the girls. Hopskotch, wall flowers (a singing game with very girly dance movements). But the bullying increased in intensity and I saw the only way out as trying to conform to male gender conditioning. At grammar school, with no girls to play with, I decided to butch up. The bullying stopped. I played rugby and hated it but saw it as a way of conforming. At 12 I began to. So, she got some. The sneaky witch put a camera in my bedroom, and they went on a date. She told me a the time, our dad had no idea of this. She got the camera the next day, and played it back. I only gave him a blow job that night, but it was proof enough. We couldn't hide it anymore," June told us."She wasn't mad that we were having sex, but that we didn't tell her about it. Her, and not our dad. She told us that she would have made sure that we had more time to be together, and our dad would. "Bitch! See that spunk drying on your pathetic husbands face.....lick itoff."I looked into my wife....Mistresses eyes and saw the look of lust, Irealised then that she was completely under the control of MistressShelly. Leaning forward she lapped up the sticky spunk. I felt her hottongue and my cock throbbed painfully. Completing the job with relish shewinked at me."Now that is the taste of manly spunk....what do you think slave?" Yes Mistress it tasted......potent.......and virile." I blushed.