I hear a woman's voice begging me to cum for her, cum in her, and my imagination is galloping through woods never seen like a horse in the wild. The p...mps of my cock get faster as my dick stays so hard. So hard for the face, the body, the lips I want to blast my nut all over. The point comes when I say that it is time to fulfill my goal and give myself pleasure. In the back of my mind are the girls that I have fucked, the moaning in their whimpering voices, and the pleas of there voice for me. I like the feeling of power and controland really like the thought of getting more of both all thetime. Can this be addictive for me? I can't tell you how much Ilook forward to new things with her. I'd hate to think that I'llnever be satisfied with her level of feminization andsubmission. Should this be of concern to me? Should I maybe toneit down a little? Even the thought of that though is somethingthat bothers me. At first the thought of giving her to men neverentered my mind but I think. I sat down on the living room couch and turned on the TV. Ironically, it was on some stupid vampire movie about a sparkling vampire, and I turned the channel hastily. I glanced at the sun outside warily, and I realized that fucking James had pulled open some curtains. I hurriedly closed them, and as I did, there was a knock on the door.I went over to the door and opened it, and the girl standing there flushed deeply. I smirked at her trying not to stare at my rather large bulge in my boxers.. “You have a petite build, but the slippers looked awfully tiny when I compared them to my feet. Can you wear them tonight?”“Sure. Slippers aren’t that size-dependent.”They sang “Be present at our table, Lord...” and sat down.“Delicious,” she said after her first bite of pizza.“So you are, but it’s not modest to say so.” Then he got serious. “You need to plan how you’re going to tell your congregation. Merely wearing a ring and waiting for people to notice might work for some women, but it’s.