Thoughtful, Master, thank you. The Mistress wandered back over, and she saidthat it was five minutes until the contest. I could do that. I could do a...ythingfor five minutes. They started out hard this time, well it feltthat way to me, but I was so raw the lightest touch was agony. Not that itmattered as I slipped into subspace for five minutes... I can do five minutes.I can do five minutes... then I was gone. Head back, pain moving through medeliciously to settle at the apex of my thighs. I. I don't hate women. I just... don't want to be one!" Nobody's asking you to become a girl! I like boys! But... you're stillclinging to all these outdated gender codes, where men wear trousers andtake charge of women, and women wear dresses and just have to accept it." I don't want that! I just don't see why you want me to be a sissy." Look, I'm going to very blunt here. I like you. You're really cute, andI like hanging around with you. But I don't want to be in a relationshipbased on the idea. "Sarah replied that she would be fine. Then she raced back to her room. There she brushed her teeth and then luxuriated in the remarkable shower in her bathroom. In spite of what Kelly had said, she put on one of the business suits she customarily wore to work. The fact was that she now owned no casual clothing. Again, the problem was the feminists: Any casual clothing would reveal her figure far more than they ever considered appropriate.When she went out to the kitchen, she received another. In her slowly dampening lap her fingers twitched imperceptibly. Idly she wondered how someone as outwardly domineering, as Blakey was so submissive in bed, anyway never mind how, it just turned her on. Julie snuggled up possessively close to Anita, while Anita's free hand secretly stroked Ada's gently trembling knee. Jenna sat silently in deep reflection, wondering to her self what surprises Kate would have in store for them, and how Mandy would be coping without her support.Amanda was still.