This made my conflict even stronger, as I wasinducted into a conservative branch of the faith, and felt sure that myneed for the feminine was a sin. T...is lead to a cycle of "binging" -getting girl clothes and trying to be as female as I could, followed byguilt and "purging" where I would get rid of everything, only to start upagain a week later, or even sooner.Not only that, I suffered severalbreakdowns, and seriously considered suicide several times.Finally, I realized I was hurting those who. She was then led to a private field with a public footpath going through it and made to slide her dress down to expose her small breasts and lift the bottom half of the dress to reveal that hairy pussy. She was then positioned in such a place that any one walking past could not miss her sat there tethered by one hand to the ground by hey wrist strap. After five minutes an elderly gentleman walked towards her, and the slave produced the piece of paper the Dom had left with her explaining to any. As we continued kissing, we were soon out of breath and had to stop. So, I broke the kiss off and asked, “Well, what did you think of your first kiss?”“That was nice. Can we do it again?” As she smiled at me and closed her eyes and puckered up her lips. I went back to kiss her again, placing my hands in the small of her back and moving down to her butt. She must have like that because she moaned a little as I did that. As we were kissing, I raised her up with her butt and turned her around and. “Let’s go take a look at your other girl, damn…I forgot, what was her name again?” Mack was huffing, almost out of breath from the effort of standing. “Slimy, um, Lisa, Lisa, that was the cunt’s name, right.” Mack asked rhetorically and grabbed the cold metal leash still clipped to Tara’s collar, pulling it taut as he started to move. He started waddling towards the door, Tara let out a whine of discomfort as he started dragging her along behind him like a rag doll. He staggered to a.