Each one is a bit painful. Yet with every pluck, I feel more and more girly. I’m hoping the extra effort will be noticed and appreciated by my Mistr...ss. I shave my face and then as a last step, shave my moustache. It was the hardest of all. The last vestiges of my manhood are gone as the whiskers wash down the sink. Smooth legs, smooth arms and now smooth face, I am now ready to appear before my Mistress. I smile to myself in the mirror and blow myself a little sissy kiss. I dress in the. Now that she was closer, I could tell that she'd been crying for some time before she came over to confront me."Her choice, not mine. She could have moved out to the trailer with you. None of this would have had to happen if you'd lived up to how you said it was going to be. I'm not the one who didn't do what he said he'd do." You don't get any pussy for four days, and you just couldn't take it any more?" I practically don't see the woman who's supposed to love me, and I'm totally ignored most. As He held my leash tight enough to cut off a bit of my air intake, He told me that i was going to eat every last drop of my breakfast, and that i was going to thank Him for being kind enough to feed me. He slapped me in the face and called me an ungrateful bitch, and then dropped my leash onto the ground but quickly put His foot on it so that i could still not get away. With His free hands He unzipped his pants, grabbed hold of his cock and pissed directly onto the dry dog food kibbles. He. Many baseball players, young and old, good and bad, had come and gone by then. We still had about sixty hopefuls, and Jepperson's minions had been out creating a farm system of sorts so that they would all have places to go when the season began in about a month. I was probably the oldest after Makeeta got hurt, and Junkins and I were certainly the most experienced ball players still there. I wish I could say that experience counted for something, but I don't think that it did. Not that spring,.