Fuck, they brainwashed my dog! It was a really interesting thing to see, how my stupid and roistering dog turned into this little monster ready to fol...ow orders and deny completely his instincts. Exactly what I intended to do with the girls I'd take for me. I want them to understand that their suffering makes me happy and that they want to make me happy, are they used to or excited by pain or not. "Eat," I said, and Beast devoured it voraciously.As I entered the luxurious and classic house,. I think part of it was having access to the sewing room.Dad had never allowed Shandy into his hallowed hall. I smiled at her andmade myself ready to meet the day. It didn't take long. I found that Ijust couldn't face the world without my face being properly made upanymore. I wondered why that was so even as I coated my lashes withmascara. A coat of mauve completed the task.I ate a quick breakfast of corn flakes. There were still no signs of lifecoming from Mom's room. Once in the sewing room, I. The doc then asked if there was anything that helped with maintaining my erection? I said that I watched porn, and that I really liked to watch shemales doing it to straight looking guys. After a few more questions and answers the doctor told me to stand up and to open my robe. I did as I was told, and the doctor grabbed my scrotum and said cough. I coughed and started too get hard. I started to turn red from the embarrassment, and the doc said to relax that it was normal. I was still. She was, and in many ways would forever be, Miss Russell. She had been my teacher in the second grade, and she was the first woman upon whom I had a hopeless, heart aching crush. As I watched her study my report card, I thought about many things. I was still in her classroom, sitting at a tiny desk with an inkwell, and I could still see her precise schoolteacher’s hand on the blackboard, above which was every letter of the alphabet in careful script. Each letter was a model of textbook.