”“What about sixteen years old?” mom said as she joined our conversation.Hesitating for a minute, I brought Mom up to speed on the brief discuss...on we’d had before she joined us.“So, Charles,” mom said, “This isn’t just about having sex, is it?”“NO! – We both try so hard to control our feelings in front of you all and each other. I love her and she loves me, and I was wanting to be able for us both to be comfortable with our love for each other.”“Yes,” I said leaning over, with my hands on my. " Yes paddle my pussy again with the hairbrush, Master, Sir."I begin to paddle her pussy again and again like she deserves. I increase the rhythm just enough for her to enjoy. It all just feels so wonderful for us to share this and have fun with it. We aren't rushing it and we are enjoying it. I run the bristle side over her bare wet pussy several times. I paddle her pussy repetitively again. She moans and begs for more. Liz is still stroking my hard-on and pumping it slowly up and down.. Another printed statement was directly above me, growing use to this by now I read it out loud, my new soft husky voice astounding me:"I the she-male slave Alyson humbly and sincerely request that Mistress Diana continue my transformation. I do so I the full and certain knowledge that what begins today will utterly change me forever and accept this as my own freewill."Obviously, being bound and restrained as I was this wasn't of my own freewill but the extent of control she was exerting on me. .. I can almost see a shadow, where my legs come together. I'm going to need another wax, soon... but my wax girl is at the salon near school. I wont be there for a few weeks. Sigh. I see my tan line, the one-piece I wear when I'm at work has left bold lines, my legs and arms are so dark now, my tummy is much lighter. I'm going to have to lay out nude a few times, even it out. In the natural light coming in the window in this bathroom, my lack of tan almost looks like an arrow pointing down my.