Having years before sacrificed his maleness to the dominant female, his physical development has been frozen in time. A genderless Peter Pan, his role...is to serve his Mistress and serve he does. With clothing forever denied, Mistress Suprema enjoys leading him about by a leash hooked to a ring piercing the glans of his withered penis. His body has never developed any adult hair, and Mistress Suprema's maid removes any accumulation of 'peach fuzz' with a weekly application of a frighteningly. God, I remember that night like it was yesterday. Do you?” As the text came to me, I sat up and smiled. Good girl.“I remember everything about you and that night. I remember your athletic, seductive hips. And I remember the hand you placed in my pants. Did you like what you found?” This was the make it or break it point. It had come up sooner than I liked, but I am liar if I say I can control the rampant behaviour of my lust. I need the calming power of her submission. I need to exert. ‘Hello Rebecca, I’m DC Lisa Short., I’m a police officer, and I’m so glad you back safe. We’ve all been very concerned.’ She offered Rebecca’s mother the box of tissues that usually lived on the kitchen table and she gratefully took one. ‘I’m very sorry for the intrusion, but I’d like to take your clothes for forensics as soon as possible to help with our investigation.’ She looked at the women for the first time, she had been aware that she was there but she hadn’t taken any real notice of. I took a deep breath, giving Jason more time to crush his food. "Yeah,well her, um, sisters? Well the two others beat her and dragged heraway." Goof!" he said with a head nod, obviously in agreement. "At bish et herust desserfs!"I paused. All I could hear were my thoughts and Jason's chewing insatisfaction to the good news. It was a good minute or too before Iblurted out. "We should find her and rescue her."Jason nearly choked to.