Tara had her hands tied behind her back, there was a thick black leather collar around her neck and cuffs on both her wrists and ankles. She was such ... gorgeous girl and I felt my dick jump just looking at her.Jim snapped his fingers and Tara fell to her knees on the floor, her eyes were wide and framed beautifully by the gag harness that crossed her face.“Do you need to use the slut?” Jim set his hand down on Tara 's head, my dick was straining against my shorts.“No, no, not right now I. What is your plan?" A commune." A commune, like a sixties commune?" Yeah, just like that." But with the exception that you will be the man in charge and all of the women will be your sex slaves?" That is what I am not sure about. I keep asking, how much longer am I going to be excreting the gray mucous crap out of my dick? How lasting of an effect is my control. Does it wear off in three days or less?" You need a control; a test that will tell us how long your influence lasts." Exactly." Well,. . uh ... Ted ... uh ... Ted’s waiting.”“Excuse me,” we heard as Donna now stood in the bathroom doorway. She had pulled her robe on, but it was only loosely belted showing plenty of her pale skin.“Luke was just finishing up,” Cindy said. “Need privacy?”“I wouldn’t mind it,” Donna said.“Come on,” Cindy led me by my cock to the sink, giving me enough time to wash up and gather my pants while Donna sat down without flushing after me.We ended up in the hallway and Cindi leaned in for a long kiss.. Though it took me not many years tofigure out that that was wrong and that I was one of God's mistakes - Ishould have been a girl but was somehow shoved into the wrong body.Needless to say, I couldn't talk about this to anyone, and just barelyunderstood it myself. I had a miserable childhood."When you are on the butt end of the social scale, there are only twoways to escape: through sports or through music. I was always too weakand too meek to be good in sports, but I did have a good musical.