"She began to get on her knees when I stopped her. "Stop! When I give you a command like 'Get on your knees' you reply by saying, 'Yes Sir.' Understan...?" She nodded her head and said, "Okay." Right then I sharply gave her a scornful glare. She looked at me and corrected herself by saying, "Yes Sir." "Good girl," I complemented her on her training. I walked back up to the chalk board and wrote down, "discipline/domination." "The next two letters I'm not going to write down yet. I will let you. ‘Wow, I’m impressed,’ I said. I’ve never met a girl that could do that.’ ‘Well you have now, and this pussy is gonna suck you dry before it’s all said and done.’ ‘Perhaps, but not quite yet.’ I began to kiss my way down her chest, getting just below her tits before I popped out of her. What had been gentle moans of appreciation and contentedness were now moans of confusion and withdrawal (again, pun intended). ‘What are you doing?’ ‘You’ll see.’ ‘No, give me that dick back baby, I want that. Thanks to Jon I wasn't’t caught aback, so I gently held her with my cock nice and hard – and her cock in my hand.Had this happened before my “encounter with Jon” I would have been upset – but now I understood the gentleness of gay sex – and then she woke up properly and started to cry After some chatting and a nice “ half understood” conversation I discovered this was her 2nd week “on the job” as a Ladyboy and she was very frightened and afraid. She had no confidence being naked and was upset.. “I guess,” I said awkwardly, “Are you sure?”“Sure I’m sure,” she said, “As long as you let me keep the car and live here.”“As long as you like,” I assured her.“So lets do it!” she invited.“Come here,” I ordered, she stepped forward. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her on the forehead.“Just fuck OK?” she said, “Don’t mess around.”“I want to mess around,” I said, “I want you, not just sex, I want you.”“Oh fuck, this is seriously weird,” she admitted, “I guess I need to sort my head.