I never had intercourse with a woman ever again.I told her that, since she would stay as she was and that I would returnto being a woman again, I didn...t want her to make any advances on meagain. She said that she understood but I could tell that she was alittle disappointed that our breakup was now final. I told her that Icouldn?t imagine staying with her even after returning to being a womanagain. Two women together in such a way was repulsive to me and I didnot want to think about it.I knew. “You’re happy to be my slave, aren’t you?”“Yes master! I just want to make you pleased.”The words didn’t feel like a lie anymore.She kept stroking my hair. I heard another slave enter, mumble some things and then leave.Master shifted her position so that she was by my hips and pulled me up onto my side a bit. It hurt my shoulders, but I didn’t complain.With one hand, covered in something oily, she began to stroke my shaft. The other hand stroked my ass for a few moments. I began to moan from. Hecomplied and held his shoulders up off the bed slightly, waiting for meto do the final act. He knew that he was not the one to complete this. Heunderstood that I was in charge. It was my perogative, my decision, myright to strap him into that bra.I kissed him again. Are you ready sweetheart?," I asked him softly,tenderly...This was no ordinary question. There was so much more behindthat simple question...and he knew exactly what I meant. Was he reallyready? Was he truly ready to change. ” Pulled from the chair, I am allowed to move and stretch my stiff body. I am taken by the shoulders, and walked slowly to another part of the room. My knees bump into something hard and I am pushed at the waist, told to bend and place my arms as far in front of me as I can. I lay across the platform, arms stretched out so that my toes are almost dangling off the floor. My hands are tied again in front of me. I feel hands on my ass, ripping my panties away, pulling the shreds down my legs. My.