There weren’t always real roses, she remembered. Mistress didn’t need real roses to send Aimee into the flowertrance, just like real roses never s...nt Aimee into the fog without Mistress’s permission. But when Mistress gave her a real rose, it always felt so powerful. Overpowering. Aimee was already so deep… ‘That’s right, pretty girl,’ Mistress said. ‘Now, let’s just let all that silliness fall away, shall we? You wanted to tease me, didn’t you? To be a naughty little girl and get your Mistress. She will eventually become queen-- but under my direction. As for my own successor I expect you are aware I am with child." Yes, how clever you were. You are powerful, but reckless -- and ruthless." So I am. I shall be much more powerful than you ever were Mother. If I am to become queen of queens, I cannot let a little thing like conscience bother me. Humans are chattel. We use them and discard them. It is that simple." Your sister..." Cassandra was weak, just like you. Her compassion was her. Senza dirlo ad Achref, per nonscatenare una tremenda crisi di gelosia delle sue, mi ero iscritta ad unsito di incontri che aveva una sezione specifica per persone transessuali.Nel creare il mio profilo, ero stata onesta, e avevo scritto che ero unadonna transessuale, che in pubblico mi presentavo ancora come uomo, ma chein privato vivevo gi? come donna e avevo da poco cominciato latransizione. Aggiungevo che ero su quel sito per chattare ed esprimere lamia natura femminile con persone di mente. She was so beautiful and elegant, I couldn’t blame my son for harboring such thoughts. He was afterall 18 and at the peak of his libido. A part of me felt a unfamiliar tinge of jealousy though.I pushed my fingers in and out of my slit, making sopping wet and wishing it was Eric’s instead. I wondered if he knew his way around a woman’s body. As I ran a sopping wet finger around my hard little clit, I shuddered as a sparks of pleasure coursed through me. I bit down hard on my lip lest I give.