This wild rush shot through me. I savored this moment, my futa-dick throbbing in my panties. Then I broke it and stepped out of the car.I fought down ...y nerves as I marched up to the front door. This was it. I would do it tonight. I would show my girlfriend that she was a lesbian and help her accept who she was. I had embraced being a futa, and it had been awesome.I rang the doorbell.The chimes resounded through the house. That classic pattern of rising and falling DINGs and DONGs. Then came. ..She reached out her hand to touch the hot coffee pot and I immediately jumped into action, slapping her hand away before she burned herself."No! Don't touch that! It's hot!" For the first time I saw fear and worry in her eyes as she stepped back. "I'm sorry," I apologized. "I didn't mean to hurt you, to frighten you, it's just that the coffee's hot, and I didn't want you to burn your hand."She stepped forward again, her hand coming up to rest against the side of my face. I flinched not. I was told to kneel down on the platform. The chains on my ankles were attached to hooks in the platform. My wrists were unlocked from the chain I was wearing, brought behind my back, and locked again to the chain I was wearing. Finally, another chain was used to bind my wrists to my ankles. I was kneeling erect, but I couldn't bend forward more than a tiny little bit. I tried to squat, but heard "Kneel erect" from behind me. I obeyed, wondering exactly what my punishment was going to be.I had. I had run through a lot of scenario last night, most too perverted to consider in the cold light of day. The one I settled on was to make up for not seeing my sister on a day to day biases, I would try and see more of her body those rare days when I did see her. So when Beth fell into her hypno sleep, I started softly talking to her."Beth can you hear me, good," I said when she nodded, "now Beth you can only hear my voice and you will obey me, do you understand?" again Beth nodded."Ok now,.