Dressed up like a whore and ready for more!” once again tears flowed down her face, Five minutes later, she was ready to go and damn she looked good... her hair still wet from her shower, droplets of nervous sweat forming on her thrust up cleavage, her oral restraint fixing her mouth open and contorting her facial expression into one of continuous shock and horror, I reached into the back of her panties and felt the crack of her ass I poked my index finger inside her asshole, Sarah’s eyes widened. When I arrived it was just a two up two down house, I knocked the door and this very tall, rough but good looking man open the door he looked at me and said you must be the sissy slave, yes I replied, get in here he said pulling me through the door, I have here a list of something’s you like he read to be beaten up by a real man, have your cock whipped, made to suck a man while he cums on you and to be used as a toilet, I had no idea that my mistress had given him a list of things she wanted. The three of them were deployed on that small patch of sandstone that overlooked a shallow expanse of pasture and cultivated fields. The sandstone outcrop overlooked a mostly cleared portion of the Horse Creek valley. A field of planted pines covered most of their left flank. A mix of oaks, older pines, tulip poplar, hickory trees, and other mature growth ran down the sloping ground of their right flank and into the watercourse of Horse Creek.Before them the planted crop appeared to be. When we finally got alone I told her my life story until today. Sheila is a great listener and never said a word. When I finished she just looked at me with a sexy smile. The only thing she said is to ask me where I wanted to go from here. I didn't understand the question so she asked me if I wanted to stay a boy or learn to be a woman. There was no doubt in my mind. I wanted to be a woman. She smiled and told me to head for the shower.While in the shower I was not paying attention to much.