..you will live as a woman from now on, I will change your bodyand your mind until you are totally mine."I started to protest, and he slapped me hard ...cross the face, smearing myslutty red lipstick. "You see Simone, you have no choice, nobody will be able to find you.Right now I am writing your suicide note and your car will be found with aburned body in it, everybody will assume it is you......case closed."I hung my head, knowing what he said was true.......My new master produced a syringe. I am 27 years old and working with a MNC currently… I am not a guy for whom any girl or a woman wants to die for… But I am guy with normal physique and tool size around 6.5 inches long…Now its Shalu’s turn… She is a lady in her mid 40’s having a very fair color, and decent figure of about 34 30 36… The most adorable part in her body is her eyes…. We first met on a social networking website through some common friend and became very close to each other… she lives in Hyderabad…. this is the. This was out of the ordinary and Shalu did not like things that were out of the ordinary."Would you turn around for me?" the man asked, and again, Shalu complied with the request. This was very out of the ordinary.The man seemed to be tugging at the short skirt of her maid's uniform and then Shalu realized what he was doing. He was bringing the bottom of the skirt up and folding it in under the waist of the skirt, leaving her panties very much exposed. The panties didn't stay exposed for long. The master didn't use the whip often, which is why it required these weekly attentions. But regular attention had the dual purpose of also keeping her focused on the instrument of her punishment, should she choose to disobey. Disobedience was always a choice, he told her often. A choice she was free to make, knowing the consequences of her actions. A whipping was hers for the asking.She had cried the first time he told her that, as he held the whip in his hands and waited for her to undress..