I'm always ready to serve my sweet, sexy Master!" Well then, shall we go to the basement and see what we can get into down there?" Oooh yes, Master. I...want to go play in your dungeon!" she said, hopping out of bed as if I'd electrified it!"So how have you done with the buttplug, slut? Are you getting used to it?" I asked as we walked downstairs to the basement."Oh yes, Master. It was a little strange at first having my plug in, but I got used to it. I even wore it to work one day just because. But I wanted more.“Pound my cunt. Ohh,” I gasped as I came yet again. I'd already forgotten that I was playing a role, but the words kept flowing. “Spank my naughty arse. Use me. Ohh.”Al gave a tentative slap on my arse cheek.“Harder! Spank me hard. Make my arse... ohh, red.”The slap reverberated around the kitchen.“Oh, fuck!” I screamed.“Um, sorry,” said Al. “Too hard?”“No, just right. Just... ohh, I can’t stop coming on your amazing cock. Spank me hard. Fuck me hard. Make my cunt as red as my. "In a few seconds, your body will have more estrogen in it than the dressing room at a modeling agency." I struggled furiously against my restraints. "You bitch! I'll kill you." I don't think so. Soon, you will be docile as a lamb. Castration tends to do that to a man." Oh my God! No!" If that was a prayer, it is not going to help you. But I am not without mercy. As I said, your new breasts will be fully functional. And I would not want to deprive you of the joys of motherhood. Although you. This was the guest who had brought his submissive with him. A large overweight man, his cock was smaller than the first guests with a slightly pointed head. It did not stand upright but at a slight angle.She wondered if this was simply because his large stomach would not allow an upright erection. He was not circumcised and she could smell that it was not very clean. There was an odor of stale piss, this bothered her; she felt that if she pulled back the foreskin this may not be too clean.