We chatted for a little while, asking the usual questions, giving the usual answers, all the while she was going about doing what she needed to do, bu... with a suspiciously high amount of bending down and giving me plenty to look at, even seeming to wriggle about a bit as she did so, so that her magnificent tits swayed. I just couldn't keep my eyes off of them, the soft curve where they were supported by her bra, they way they seemed to hang as she bent down, I just wanted to grab a hold of them. I asked him if this was the Black Cat.'The Black Cat as was Sir! It is now the Black Pussy!' Cat, Pussy. Didn't seem a big difference, just a bit more playful sounding. The man opened the door for us and as we entered it took us a little while to adjust our eyes to the darkness. It was very dimly lit. The bar area drew my attention as it was better lit than the rest of the place. I took Beth by the arm and escorted her over to the bar. There didn't seem to be many people in the place just one. In broken English she said, "I neverwish to hear another English word from you. From you I see them as badas swear words and every time you use them I will wash your mouth outwith soap and give you a severe spanking, commencing this time as alesson. Tonight is also the very last time I will speak English to you.I do not ever wish again to be reminded that you were once a man ratherthan my pretty daughter come home to me?She then placed me over her knee, drew down my diaper and whacked mybare. My mind was all over the place. What was I to Mr. Thompson? Property? A pet? More?I was so confused as I lay in bed each night, reading and re-reading his texts, replaying the last two weeks in my head. I felt gross, used, disgusted as I thought of him blackmailing and fucking me. But then I thought of his kisses and tender words, and would get turned on. Then I got wetter thinking that he controlled our relationship, whatever it was, fully and completely. I would lay in my bed at night, on the.