"Go outside to the Ash tree and cut yourself three switches."I was crying and I reached down to pull up my pants when he commanded "Leave them down!"I...was crying as I went out the door. The pleasure wasn't worth it now, and the butt/pussy tingle were bad now. I was going to be whipped for this and I was going to hate it. I selected my switches, and I walked back in. He sent me to hunt down my paddle and the strap. I came back with them and he instructed me to remove all of my clothes and bend. However, the heels did not work that way. Once the male to female makeover process became a feat accompli, a heel resident magical subroutine kidded in and started logging what Joe, borrowing and bastardizing the scuba diving term residual nitrogen, had come to refer to as residual girl-time. For each unit of time that Joe wore the heels, be that unit of time a minute, an hour, a day, or whatever, he amassed an equivalent amount of time that he would retain his feminine form after he removed. He did it, but it was awful, and it made me angry, so I told him to suck my pussy better than that! Suck my pussy, lick my pussy. Lick the letters of the alphabet in my pussy! Lick me an A. Now lick a B into my pussy. Curve your tongue around and draw a C around my clit with your tongue. Suck me, Suck me. Suck my clit. Use your lips and circle me an O.I took a rubber spatula and spanked him on his ass with it. I popped his ass repeatedly making him flinch with each blow. It turned me on. Then I realized that was not his tongue trying to enter my tight asshole, but his cock head was slipping in…I screamed in pain and cried that he was hurting me so much. He told me to relax; he would be gentle; he had lubed his cock with Vaseline.I felt again entering my asshole. Before long, I knew he was all the way in, at least nine inches in, his thick black cock filling me….And then his deep voice in my ear: "How that feels, married slut?".Some minutes later he was pounding me like a real.