I had been asissy/crossdresser on and off for most of my life. I had purged a fewtimes but always returned to it. After that night, purging would neve... bean option for me again.Mistress Sally was her screen name. And, as it turns out, her actual nameas well. I sent her a private message looking for a little sexy chat forthe night, and one minute later she replied and our relationship began.It began as most chats do: How are you? ASL? What's new tonight, and soon. We seemed to hit it off, as she. Is…… what…… you…….. get for being a whore Maria………’ Tomas yelled while beating her. He realized what name he had yelled out too late and dropped the belt. He looked around with crazy eyes before he turned leaving the room but not before locking the door to the room where he had left the beaten, bloody woman in his wake. -Interlude- Part Five- 20 years ago Tomas sat in the dark, smoke hazed bar drowning down shot after shot. ‘ How could they do this to me? He knew I was going to marry her.’ he. Dimly I realised there was much cheering and laughter from the pool, and involuntarily I sought out my Mistress. She was not laughing. I went back to my kneeling position and waited in misery for her wrath to fall.?A forfeit,? called the lady who now held possession of the ball. The cry was taken up by the others. I saw the other slave smiling hugely at me, and lowered my eyes again. My heart was still pounding from the run, as I wondered what this would bode for me.My Mistress turned and. "And that would be....?", I asked. "I propose to you, that we have on a Wednesday and Fridays to start with we have a 'date night' for you and I. On those nights, you and I can find satisfaction with each other. You do not have to go looking for a cheap girl for a relationship, and I do not have to have an affair that might become known in the community." I looked deeply into my mother's eyes. There I saw love, some lust, and some fear of how I might react to this unusual suggestion. "That is".