Iturned around and yelled at her, you bitch what are you doing to me. Iwas pulled to floor by the two men and held there. Then I heardMistress Michell... say how dare you yell at me and call me a bitch youthe little bitch and some day you will make the prefect wife but youneed to learn to submit for you not the dominant one any more.I heard footstep move a way from and few minutes later they was comeback. *Smack* I was hit hard across my back and butt. *Smack* I was hitagain this time even. This lead to the first encounter he had with authority over this matter inhis 17th year, instigated from a dare he suffered from his group of friends.The challenge was by this age, he should have been with girls enough to havegotten at least one out of their panties, and he had to produce the evidenceprior to his graduation from high school or forever be labeled a sissy. Ofcourse the senior prom was close enough to the end of the school term thathis buddies thought this should not be a. Maybe I shouldn't talk like this, make you uncomfortable. Just excited for the weekend...I've got plans to relax by the lake. Say, umm...you wouldn't want to join me there sometime, perhaps?"Feeling tingly all over, and trying not to gush at this turn of events, she exhaled her enthusiasm at such a prospect."Well, then...it's a date." He sat back and made a sound of contentment. They were nearing his building, 75-stories tall w/ a cavernous underground parking garage. She'd made no attempt to. Even in a new body, he stillknew the motions to make sure he was completely clean. Admittedly, therewas a significant amount of girth that he wasn't used to, specifically inthe chest, abdomen, and rear parts of his body. The water and soap madehis breasts slippery, and they had no trouble jostling around as he triedhis best to clean himself. Not knowing exactly what to do with hiscrotch, he just washed the outside and gave it a good rinse. Moving downto his legs, he again ran into the issue.