He would know what to do with them, this time. He looked around and saw that the place was half empty, and there was nobody he knew. That was probably...good. He wasn't sure how noticeable the changes would be, and he didn't want to call attention to himself.There was a newspaper on the counter, and he picked it up. The front page had a story about a new cancer treatment that showed signs of promise. He felt the anger rising in him, flushing his cheeks. Hah. They promised you the world with these. For answer, I stuck my tongue out and panted like a dog. I hoped that wasthe right answer. I must have been, because Master smiled even more. "Gooddog. Now, Fido is a special dog, who is going to get a special drink. ButFido has to work for it. Fido, I want you to take my pants down so you canhave a drink."I got what he wanted. He was going to make me drink his piss. I had drunkpiss before, and I wanted his. I raised up on my knees and began to bring myhands up. Master saw this and slapped me. You agree this may take many take place in many different places both private and public. We have discussed your Hard Limits and they are as follows; no pictures/video, no scat activity, no one under 26 will be involved, no heavy pain, and no marks will be made that last longer than 24 hours.? My heart began to pound harder and I could feel tension in my pants. He went on ?We agree that once we have played a few times you will be able to try and negotiate any additions you feel that were. Y'know, just so that I can get... what you might call... an unobstructed view of my all new and thoroughly feminized self..." Then, Paul, aware that he wouldn't have a clear view of the night table and the digital clock/radio which resided upon it, blocked as it would be by the room's closet alcove, prudently took another moment to pick up his trusty, handy dandy divers watch and, as he made his way back to the chair and the discarded heels, proceeded to strap it securely about his left wrist. .