It seems hard to believe in these days of instant access to hardcore porn but these were pre-Internet times. My own mother was very prim and proper. I...may have managed a few sneaky glimpses up her skirt and had stroked myself many times reliving that one quick view of her small tits but I had never seen what Tommy referred to as her “cunt”. If I ever imagined what a grown woman had between her legs I assumed it was a larger version of what the few little girls I had played with had. None of. I was so upset though and she held me, stroking my hair and my back which felt so comforting, warm and, kind of nice, like friends doing it but a little more even though neither of us had never been with another girl before, although I had heard things about her but had never believed them. Then she pulled back from me and rubbed my tears away with the back of her finger ans stroked my cheek so softly, while whispering to me that it's ok and she's there for me. I smiled a little bit and she. "The man and his sissy stood and left. Tabby looked back at me andwaggled her fingers goodbye. She was indeed very pretty. She had been atthis much longer than I have. There were worse role models for me ifMary-Anne was going to insist of me being feminized.They left, and I stared at Mary-Anne. "Were you really going to make mesleep with both of these men?" I said."Dear," Mary-Anne said. "Tabby isn't a man, no more than you are. You'resissies. As far as you sleeping with them, what do you think. She'd opened up about it, relished recounting the sordid brutality yet the details were irrelevant because she needed to live through it in a variety of ways again and again and again - Freud’s compulsion to repeat.*"I'm going to fucking hurt you, you worthless, fat and ugly bitch.'She says nothing so I bring the flogger down with full force across her expansive pale back.She flinches with the pain, but doesn't yell out, and red fingers from the falls appear across her flesh. I feel good, very.