My sensesfeel more alert than ever before; my entire body twitches with anticipation. "Good boy. You took that well, so I reckon it's time for another...rewardfor my little slave." I feel something else; something warm and wet on my chest. I smile inwardlyas I realise that it's your tongue, but I'm to suffer more pain before I getto feel any pleasure. Without warning, the clothes pegs are removed from mynipples and the returning blood causes pain at least ten times worse than whenthey were. Her eyes narrowed.Shit! I didn't mean for that to come out.I sighed and met Shirley's steely glance. I decided to continue. "Yes. You have issues. So do I, and so does everybody else. You're not exceptional in that. Me, I have difficulty getting close to people, and before I do, I need to intellectualize it. It's difficult to try to intellectualize love, but I still find myself trying, and that must be frustrating to you. You have your own issues, and I wasn't trying to point them out to you,. I didn’t get into any trouble with the school over the second item. I never even got detention from it, and I still ended up getting grief about it from my parents, even though they didn’t learn about it from the school. They learned about it from Tessa’s parents.We had already been back to school for a week. It was a Thursday night, about seven or so, and dinner was over. I was sitting in the living room going over some homework in Trigonometry. I was already at least a week ahead of things.. .I also realized I was again dressed in girl clothes, they looked good onme and felt even better...As I looked at my reflection in the mirror I realized I was standing withmy legs tightly squeezed together, a consequence of her visit to mycrotch. Still in that position, while trying to make sense of things, Iplaced my hands in my waist where Susan?s had been.With my bare feet together, my legs squeezed and my hands by my waist,all of my body?s most noticeable features were accentuated by the.