When we got home that night we practiced on each other and made love. It was glorious.’ ‘What is the problem you wanted to talk to me about?’ �...�Well, as you might know, after that we got married the next week. It turned out I was pregnant. I now have a lovely baby boy. The problem is the sex is back to where it was. I can’t get Philip to hypnotize me and he won’t let me hypnotize him. Without hypnosis he doesn’t seem interested in sex. What can we do? I love him so much and this is so. And keep it going thereafter. And a blacksmith ... probably unfortunately some hardcore SCA roleplaying geek like the craftsman who'd forged DD's axe, but if we were now going to have to live under mostly 19th century conditions, it would be nice to find some artisans with those appropriate skills.Where the hell do you find a barrel maker these days anyway? Answer, find a disgruntled journeyman from a local central Texas winery that's been stiffed for a pay raise two years in a row with a very. “Get on the bed.” Sam’s voice was now very authorative. “On all fours with your arse in the air.” “Yes sir!” I saluted as I quickly stood up, making my boobs wobble. “Anything you say sir!” As I climbed onto the bed I began to take my knickers off. “No, leave them on.” He told me.I positioned myself in the way he had told me. I looked over my shoulder as Sam stripped off. His body was entirely covered in fine pepper-pot hair (grey and brown); his tubby belly hung down a little bit; but he. Shelly continued, “The little white pills are estrogen and the shot is estradiol. You probably realize that these are female hormones that have helped turn you into a girl.”“Yes” I confirmed.Shelly continued,” The yellow cap is a testosterone blocker. You have been chemically castrated for months. I’m sure you know what castration is.”“Like having no balls!” I answered.“Yes.” Shelly said. “Like having no balls.” I spoke up again, saying, “You can keep me castrated, Mistress...”Shelly said, .