One of the older men slapped her face and told her,“Don’t shut your pretty eyes, missy. The boss-man doesn’t want you to miss any of the fun.”...he did her best to pretend it was all a scene of her own design and that she was not a victim but actually the organizer of the entire tableau with the express purpose of giving her just what she wanted after months of sex-deprived existence.The young man in front of her face bounced his business on her lips and she opened her mouth knowing it was time. Around midnight Master told me to go up on stage forthe karaoke of "feels like a Woman" and to dance so to turn everyone on.Then he locked a bar between my knees so i couldn't close them ensuringmy little clitty pooped up and into view during the dance. I rememberedall the words so i wouldn't be punished for that, but that song musthave lasted 2 full hours, or so it felt. By the time i stumbled off thestage there wasn't a soul in the place that didn't know exactly what aslut i was and all knew. ?Can I just understandsomething, Sandy? It says here that the victim is a white male, five-foot-eight, about twenty years old, and he was wearing a women?sexercise outfit consisting of a pink sports bra, black lycra shorts,pink panties and women?s running shoes. Is all of this correct or do wehave an error here???It?s all pretty correct,? I nodded. ?But the male part is kind of, ah,misleading? You see, I?m, uh, in the process of changing my gender ? mysex? So it?s technically true that I?m. Helen saidshe got spanked a few more times before she was so welltrained that her owner was overjoyed with her and letHelen sleep in her bed instead of the floor. Helentold me she did all the jocks school work, washed andironed the jocks clothes, give the jock a shower everyday, cut the jocks nails, did her hair, dressed herevery morning and when she went out, maintained theirroom and did anything sexual the jock wanted her too. Helen said one of the things she was required to do waseat the.