Becca sat on the edge of the bed and then worked on unbuttoning the jeans of the young girl and pulled them down. “pretty pink panti...s” Becca called out to the Master. He nodded, gently stroking himself as he watched Becca’s eyes stare back at him. “Show her, “ he said. Becca nodded, and crawled backwards on the bed, pulling the girl by her leash. Becca laid against the headboard and spread her legs far apart. She pulled the chain and the girl in her panties and her rosy pink. Never! Never?As a surgically-created woman, an artificial damsel, wouldn't that give me entry into that secret female world closed to men? Wouldn't it open new possibilities for meeting and, yes, even loving women? Might lesbian love be as satisfying as what I had experienced in my life as a man, holding a woman in my arms? Was I courageous -- ballsy? -- enough to find out?"Doctor, let's say we explore that option a bit further... "All told, it took six months.Jeri Morgan didn't know quite what. “And this is my partner, Detective Clark. We have a bench warrant to search—” “Save your breath,” Miriam cut him off. “Here's what you're looking for.” She handed the lantern to Jackson. “Now I suppose you're going to arrest me now.” She knew that it was pointless to resist and she hoped that her cooperation might cut her a little slack. “That's right, Ma'am,” Detective Jackson nodded. “You have the right to --” “Wait,” Miriam interrupted him again. “You can read me my rights later. But right. I understand. The sweet pain, the erotic pleasure, the submission, all of it. Shall we…” With that we both got up and I led her to the bathroom to prepare. I turned on the water in the bathtub to get it warm. Olivia began to wash the nozzle when I said, “You can skip that, I have another one you might like to try.” I then retrieved a larger cock shaped nozzle for the enema rig. “Ta dah!” I sang as I presented it on my open palms. “Oh,” was all Olivia could muster. “Uh…um…” “Don’t worry,.