His hard steel pistons into me, brutal deep strokes hitting my cervix. The taste of leather fills my mouth, the belt stretching my jaw open. It’s un...omfortable but at the same time it feeds to the carnal sensation. He is no longer articulating full sentences. Grunting and growling he speaks in staccato words, “Cunt! Whore! Slut! Mine!” I’m a rag doll in his hands, my body his plaything. My pleasure is a tightly wound ball in the pit of my stomach, winding tighter and tighter with every stroke. "I'm afraid that you're still somewhat under the effect of the drug. And I also gave you some post hypnotic suggestions. You should go home and rest now. This will all come together for you very soon," she explained.I was groggy, and my mind was too deep in a fog to argue, so I stood up to leave."By the way, next week I'm going to give you some relationship exercises to take home with you," Kale commented.We set the next session for the following Friday at the same time. Terri wrote her a. A quick talk later and Joseph was ready and waiting at hometo recieve his new wife, the former Dale. He would always consider him awoman, and never think twice about his penis. He'd also always beoblivious to any cheating Dale would ever do, forever loving his sex-changed son as his wife.Marcus' happy reverie was interrupted by concerned shouting, "What doyou mean you don't know me?? I'm your mother!"Marcus stepped between them and Hannah was frantic. "What's going onhere? Why doesn't my boy. "Tracy took his arm and now slowly walked him to the full length mirroracross the room in the dress section of the store. He trembled as hewalked, as he knew he had no choice now, stuck dressed as a youngwoman.He looked down, avoiding eye contact with shoppers as he stared at hisfeet and the flowing layers of his dress. She now stopped him,releasing his elbow as his eyes now moved slowly upward from the floor,seeing his toes glisten through the straps of his open toed baby bluesatin sling back.