This is not amemoir or a biography. If you continue to read, you will have to accept the experiences I was forcedto record at face value. I give no ex...lanations or justification for what mylife has become. My journals relate what was done to me over ten weeks of mytraining as a slave to Sir, my master. I was instructed to keep a hand writtenrecord of my training and to include the feelings and emotions that my ordealsaroused in me. I hated writing about what I was enduring at first but as. After a while I noticed his 'thing' beginning to change. It was growing longer and moving up his belly while at the same time getting really thick. I started to ask Poppa about that when he said it was time to stop."Maybe another day I'll teach you about a mans penis and why it gets this way. Now you go watch TV and I'll be out soon."Being a naturally curious little girl it was the next day when I began to pester Poppa about teaching me about his penis. Again my little brother was taking a nap. "You sure?" he asks. I'm as excited as I've ever been. "Fuck yes", I reply. He grins again. I reached out and grasped his absolutely rigid dick, a good eight inches, and pulled him all the way to me under the shower. "Fuck yes", I say again. Our faces got closer and closer together and we finally begin kissing. After only a moment, his tongue was slowly but firmly fucking my mouth. We pulled our bodies together, cocks grinding on each other and our hands now around each other, rubbing. Interesting, but then it started to get more and more uncomfortable. Her pussy at the opening was feeling stretched and she started to whimper afraid it would tear. The doctor, nurse and her Master were all looking at the monitor. Pixie was too afraid to look. Finally it stopped getting wider but continued to lengthen. She first felt slight pressure against her cervix but slowly it started to hurt. When she couldn’t take it anymore she spoke.“Oh God, Master...please stop ...it hurts too.