It's well-paid, but naturally it involves night work..." Oh no, I don't think so," Sandi demurred. That certainly wouldn't please Verne either!"Well, ...hen," the lady was beginning to sound impatient and the nineteen year old blonde felt distinctly embarrassed. "I just don't know what we can offer you..." she shuffled through her cards again, shaking her head, and then rather doubtfully plucked one out. "How about modeling? This is a rather - uh - odd position, but maybe... ?"Sandi licked her. ....make-up not too heavy, just enough to helpintoxicate any admirers, her blouse was just sheer enough to offer a hintof her lace bra, a tight, pencil skirt, no doubt stockings and strappy 4inch heels, kicking her height to six foot. She knew how to dress formaximum impact."Nice to meet you, Miss Pink," she smiled, nodding to my escorts toacknowledge them.What the hell was this? I thought. Did she think I was a woman? Know Iwas a man? Why was I even up here?"Good evening," I smiled demurely,. She then released my arms then my legs, and pushed and pulled me by my ballsthrough the door into a small garden; with a patch of lawn in the middle, and a cage to one side. I danced around trying to avoid the inevitable pain that came from being led by my balls.I looked at my balls they had turned red from the abuse.Mistress pulled hard down on the stick forcing me to drop onto all fours, before moving the stick, forcing me to crawl into the small cage, once insideI couldn’t move. Mistress. I had a gender crisis and tried to reclaim my own masculinity.It was ultimately a mistake to run off to Africa and to marry a woman whomade it clear from the start that she was not prepared to give up herother lovers. Given that I was actually shorter than Heidi it was easyfor her to become the more powerful figure in the relationship and sether terms for our marriage. The fact that she required other lovers onlyreaffirmed the feeling of sexual deficiency that I already felt. Isurrendered to.