The lady's lounge was a small room, tastefully decorated, with a door leading to the adjoining restroom. A chaise stood against one wall, opposite a m...rble counter with mirrors for women who wanted to touch up their makeup.Paula glanced around the room, looking for anyplace her Master could be peeking in. She could see nothing evident, though there was a closed (and presumably) locked door in the wall she presumed was shared with the men's room. Biting her lip, she turned away and stepped over. I related the whole story about my life up to that point. How I left this lovely Cornish village as a broken and unhappy child in the wrong body, how I made my fortune in the big smoke, and how I had wanted to become a woman, to become me. I told him of the drugs and the operations. I told him everything I had done that made me the way I am now. Matt had so many questions that I couldn’t answer them fast enough. Then came one of the big ones, “So, do you still have a…a cock?” “No, I had sex. ”We lay on his bed and - “Well, we were both in bed naked,” - quick scramble to get clothes off, “and then you said . . . . . . “ I put my fingers to his mouth. "Put it in me, please daddy, I just can’t wait any longer, I’ve been waiting all day and you seem to have been hard all day too" I whispered, eyes closing, legs opening and raising toward him. He leaned over me and guided his cock to my vulnerable little slit and I was suddenly wracked with doubts. I could see my tiny pussy and she. That she craved to be dominated and controlled by a much more powerful and confident man than her.Well, my suspicions were not unfounded. Her place was close to the café we picked, so she invited me to her home "for yet another drink". While at the café she gave me a lot of hints about her pleasureless sex life, how her slave does not satisfy her, and how powerful she feels on stage, yet feeling weak and empty afterwards. That's it, I said to myself, she is latent sub who has denied her.