So she just stood there slightly trembling wondering what he had planned. ‘Look at this woman,’ the Sheikh barked towards the peoplesmuggler. ‘...efore she came to live in my palace she spent years caring for people you have been plundering and sending to their deaths. I will let her judge you as you were a leech bleeding women and children. She does understand our language a bit but cannot speak it properly enough so I will translate her verdict on you. Do not even dare looking at what is mine. “What size are your breasts?” I was shocked, he was so clear in what he said but I was a boy, fat well yeah, but a boy!“Please stand the nurse will see what is best suited to fit your bust size.” Again the man seemed confused. Or was he taking the piss? The nurse, if she was one had a trolley of things, girls’ things! I looked down in horror as the bra held my boys chest like a girls boobs and made them bulge!I sat back down red faced in a girls pink B-cup bra that shamefully seemed to fit too. As it slid down my body, over my hips, grazing the cane marks on my ass, I couldn't help but moan loudly. This performance for him, although making me feel self conscious, was only increasing my arousal. I could have let the skirt fall to the ground once it was past my hips, but instead I kept it gripped in my fingers and started to bend over while pushing it all the way to the ground. The hem hit the ground and only then did I let it go. My ass was in the air and I was bent over, just more. Nothing, that is, but the thrill of absolute surrender.It’s sexual, to be sure, but not just physically; in fact, one would be hard-pressed to find any signs of physical arousal in my current state. I remember how some twenty minutes before, Master took the stocking I handed him, wrapped one end around each of his fists, and pulled it taut, just as a killer does in the movies when he’s about to strangle the unsuspecting heroine. And yet, even with this vague misgiving, I obediently turned and.