But then I knew it was over ... for I was aware of Deema picking up the knife. And, from my inverted position, I saw her approaching, her eyes shining...with wicked glee.My whole being was screeching out in ultimate terror.I also was screeching - vomiting, too - as I awaited the slash of thin, cold steel...FLAVIAFlavia was weeping.Nothing unusual, it was a regular occurrence. The reason on this occasion was that her Mistress, Princess Alexena, had replaced the slim chains which ran from her. So over the next few weeks Beverly and I were together all the time, she would change my diapers (gosh I'll be glad when that ends) and guess what?We were falling in love really in love. I knew that I was going to spend the rest of my life loving and being with her and her with me. Beverly even asked me to marry her, and I said yes, of course I'll marry you, I have loved you when I was a man and love you know and always will. So the day before my surgery Beverly and I were legally married? (Me. For a moment my head throbbed so that I could not focus my mind sufficiently to talk. ‘No, my darling, it is just the way I reach my pitch of pleasure. What you have so cleverly let out of me is the seed from which babies are made.’ She snatched back her hand as if burned. ‘What — will I have a baby?’ she demanded, anxiety written all over her pretty little face. ‘No, no my dear. You would only have a baby if I spend my seed right inside the secret place where I put my finger’. She laughed out. It had been a bonus with Dick being a virgin and his prick so small he had felt like a girl between his legs.Actually Julian didn't fancy girls that much.Not girly girls like his sister Ann; all fluffy hair, frocks and crying stuff with no cock to wank.Turned a decent chap off.Actually Julian had been wondering about Dick's lack of manliness. He seemed to spend his time with Ann rather than his company given the choice. Julian tried to visualise Dick in one of Ann's dresses.On the other hand.