"This reminded him of the women who dominated him as a young boy -- his mother, his aunts, and his teachers. They were big and strong, he was small an... weak. Their outfits -- tight sweaters and skirts, pointed bras, low-cut, figure-hugging dresses, sky-high heels, heavy makeup -- also turned him on. Dressed like them, I triggered the same combination of fear and excitement he'd experienced as a child."Then, whenever he got out of line -- whenever he tried to be masculine -- I punished him.. Chapter 1: Alyssa Alvarez and the Rite of Service Presentation As the last offspring of cunt-wife Alice Alvarez and her Master-husband, Alonso, I grew up knowing my birth had cost my mom her divinely mandated ability to procreate. Dad could still fuck her, but I’d wrecked her womb: after me, it only made stillbirths and miscarriages. That made mom and dad both pretty grouchy most of the time, so I grew up believing my fifteenth birthday would be a doorway to a better life—a life as. I wiped that thought from my mind and asked to show me the problem. He led me upstairs to his en suite bathroom now the pipework for the shower was in a cupboard to the side and in order to get to the pipe I needed I had to get on all fours and put my head and hands down the access panel and asked Mike to turn the water on and off when I needed not realising the isolator was just above the access panel, this involved Mike having to get on all fours behind me to turn it , it was cosy to say the. Wow that felt great I thought. Then came another kiss….and another…..and another. Mom slowly lifted her head and looked in my eyes for a long moment. The taxi drier interrupted the moment by telling us we had reached home. We got out and paid the driver and Mom took my hand as we walked up the path.Putting to one side the moment in the car I said “I’ve had one of the best nights ever, I really enjoyed myself” as mom walked through to the kitchen. Mom came back with a glass of wine each and sat.