Sothe first thing you must do is simply count your blessings.As for what else to do, clearly you want to continue to enjoythe attentions of a properly...trained and sissified husband. Thequestion is, how much further do you want to take him? Twoalternatives suggest themselves right off. First, you can makeher your sissy servant, doing your housework for you while yourelax. (Did she do housework for her mother? You never toldus.) Second, you can require her to dress like a girl twenty-four hours a. Rose and I were pretty close. She was a short little Hispanic woman, not over five foot tall and chubby, like a ball with arms and legs. She had always flirted with me from the day I met her. Alot of innuendos and stuff like that. I was never attracted to her sexually so I guess that is why I was so comfortable with her. One day it was just Rose and I talking in the kitchen and she made a comment about sex and if I was "getting any". "Why do you ask Rose, are you offering it up?" I quizzed. I intend, as I said, to break you. To do this I will need to paddle - and possibly whip - you severely. Think, then, while I am changing, about how you will be unmanned. How you will cry and sob like a little boy. How you will beg - to no avail - for mercy. How you will be my personal property - should I care to use you again or not. Not only will you look at me differently. After today, you’ll never look another woman in the eye without respect and fear.“On the carpet now, and don’t you dare. "What is it? Why are you looking at me like that?" I questioned as I dropped the hog onto the ground.Still they didn't respond, but if anything their smiles broadened, with two pair of eyes, one pair blue, and the other pair green, crinkling right up to the soft, recently brushed hair around their ears and making them look... even more beautiful than before.I didn't get it. "Hey, you two don't just stand there, tell me you missed me or something." I said looking curiously at them, and then I.