That’s when the message appeared in her inbox. It was one of her moderators. She just rolled her eyes as she looked at the message. Most of the time... when one of her mods reached out to her on any social media platform, it was them trying to hit on her, or being a white knight, and this was no different. A discord link accompanied the message, “This is a discord server you might want to take down :).” She had seen them before, and she normally just had them taken down without anything else. She asked me to come near to hear and gone near to hear and she said that my hands are paining please help me i and said what to do pls handle this and she gave to me and i also look that but i dint move in to fro motion . She that please do for me like as i did my self . I did slowly and pleased me to increase a speed i said too speed .she said me ya i was to speedy she said me them show yours i said what she told me that as you saw mines i also like to see yours.and i was sacred that my penis. I had been here so longthat I was now being trained in how to give pleasure to a man in thefurs. It was degrading, and at some point I knew the classes wouldprogress to the point where I would be expected to practise my skills ona chained male slave. A girl could only learn so much from theoreticallessons and practising before straw filled dummies. The time was drawingperilously close to the day when I might be expected to actually arousea chained male slave and to use my hands and mouth to. Her temple was now deafeningly silent, and She waited as She surveyed those before Her. They were patient. They had to be. She watched some of the sissies fidget, and smiled, gaining Her authority.Now she barked, "Mistress Satin, bring your new charge, sissyuseless, to the stage."Mistress Satin stood, smoothed her skirt, curtseyed, and said, "Thank You, Goddess Chanazene. Mistress Satin will bring sissy useless to the stage."John Phillips felt Mistress Satin's soft hand grab his, and pull him.