I still clearly remember trying these new things on for the first time. I felt like I shouldn't...like maybe I was going a bit too far...that somehow ...his was going way beyond some cute little dress-up play-time with my older sister. But it seemed fine for me to try these clothes on for myself. And (I often hate to admit it) I had really become used to wearing girls' clothes for almost five years by that time. They felt very natural to wear. And it seemed innocent enough, and again, there was. “Hey Paula, I just got off the phone with Officer Hanson. Seems the investigation into your attacker has dug up quite the charges on him. I don’t think we’ll be seeing or hearing of him for quite a while.”“That’s good mom. I hope I just don’t have to testify in court about my attack.”“I don’t think you will have to, Officer Hanson said they have plenty of other charges. Even without your testimony. So, I guess that is over.”“That’s good, no need to worry about that guy.”“By the way Paula, we’re. Tonight, he was going to take a big, hard, black cock in his asscunt and mouthpussy and beg for more.Yeah, the scared act was just that, an act. When he initially approached me with the idea, he kept reinforcing that I could do ANYTHING that I wanted to humiliate him, with heavy emphasis on anything. I told him that I wanted to turn his wife into a slut for black cock and have him watch. He objected and screamed and pouted like a little bitch. He didn’t want his wife to know that he had such. "How should I help you stop being a cocktease?" he asked. And again Laura realised she had lost control of this conversation, and had to answer in a way that degraded her."Spank me when I'm a slut," she said. She didn't want her brother to spank her but it occurred to her that maybe he could undo some of her conditioning, if he hurt her when she was behaving like a fuckdoll. Except she wanted to be a fuckdoll, didn't she? That was what a good little hetero was. Her conditioning had helped.