It istime for you to feel my whip.? This last is spoken with considerable pleasure.I can hear the smile in Sister Ruth?s voice. My confessor does not ...ry to hidehow much she enjoys using her whip. ?Thank you Sister Ruth. I know I need to bewhipped.? Sister Ruth holds out the thin whip to my lips, nowsore and tender from their labours. The whip is madeof whalebone, sheathed in black kid leather. It is exquisitely painful. ?Kiss the whip.? I kiss the instrument of penance. Sister Ruth stands and. I reconnoitered the bakery section, looking for a long raincoat amongst the bagels, boots below baskets of baguettes, our radiant raven hair above the pastries and pies. No luck. My firmness abated, my spirits sagged. I’m sure my shoulders slumped, all the predictable after effects of an unrequited surge of testosterone. Dejected, I steered slowly to the frozen foods,imaging little solace in a micro waved meal. As I examined my choices, debating mentally between the lasagna and the pizza, the. "Really. Of all the transvestites in the world, you don't think any havebeen cured?" she said, her voice rising. "EVER?" Well, I'm sure some..." I just care about one, Matty. My man. I didn't say 'my woman' or 'mysissy.' I said 'my man.'" I told you I'd try," Matty said."I want you to do more than try. I don't want you to wear any morefrilly shit. It's just a game. It's not a serious addiction, not likemine was. I want you to give up all those blowjobs in the men's rooms." I'm ... I'm not gay,. I was in tears and Matty gently covered my arse again and held me. Janet took over my job and paired up with Sarah on the phone lines. Silvia had come in to see what the fuss was about and in her motherly way told Matty to take me to the ladies and clean my face up. When I returned there was a cushion from her office on my chair. I knew everyone was dying to ask me questions but were too shocked to do so. In any case we were kept busy answering the phones. Matty tried to get me to talk at.