.. how is it that I missed the sky? Am I already that far gone? And then the sting of another stroke jerks me back. My back and sides are raw from las... nights flogging, and this one is hurting a lot worse. I press my head hard against the post, trying to deal with the sudden strokes of pain from the flogger.The flogging starts at the top of my body, my upper back, with the ends of the flogger's strips licking my breasts all the way to the nipples. The executioner methodically whips my back, and. (The "slutty" or"trashy" or "tarty" look is common; don't moan, it does presentcertain advantages.) The subject's own, personal femme clothing istangible evidence, nay proof, of the existence of the subject'semerging or already extant feminine alter ego. This concept cannotbe stressed too strongly; it will be continuously and consistentlyapplied in all phases. If it is not grasped and properly employed,failure at one point or another is inevitable.Indeed, once the first pair of panties is. She said oh what the work I said I can’t say it is for a day or 4 days and I will be staying at hotel she said oh you can wait here as much you can. I said ok but you will have business she said yah i will be going to shop at evening or morning any time then and I will be back as you are my guest so till that and I will be with you for your work ok. I agreed to stay at her home as on the 1st day it was nearly 1 pm she asked me to freshen up she showed me guest room the house was fully luxurious. "God, I'd give anything to have breasts like those," she said.I barked a laugh, which seemed to stretch into sort of a manic giggle, and told her about my most recent thoughts of her own assets. She laughed, as well, then shocked me back into silence as she picked up her over-sized purse, withdrew a black candle, fit it into a black holder, and placed it in the center of the room on the floor. She lit it with a lighter, which she returned to her purse, then sat facing the burning candle, her.