Well, she thought, eyes darting about the hospital room, that bastard hadn't damaged anything but her pride, really. She pressed a finger into her vul...a. "All the working parts are intact," she giggled softly.She wondered what all those cops had thought, finding her and Willie tied up in his office, without a stitch on and their genital areas swathed in adhesive tape. She knew she should feel a sense of embarrassment at having strange men see her naked but there was only relief that they had. When it happens, I not only scourge them hard as well as she does, but I expect an instant apology from the slave. At home, it is clear which is the 'weak' gender and who's in charge.Mom also explained that I would make mistakes and that my perceptions could have been altered by a mood swing or such thing, but that in no circumstances I was to feel guilty for inflicting punishment by mistake."To err is human, but to forgive without punishment is weakness", Mom always said in this case. "But if. A long way my Lisa had come.Over the next few years, she seemed to be much more accepting that her body was desirable and that she enjoyed being an object of desire. I would point out guys who were eyeing her as we shopped in the mall or wherever and she was dressing more like a woman comfortable and accepting of her sexuality and sexiness.The photos were also moving into full nudity, even after a few more years, into open legs shots, sometimes with a finger or two inside. She had come a long. She came back for me.But when the steps were down, and I was still running the final checks,I looked over and saw that she was being hugged and kissed by somebodyelse. My first officer, Stan Jablowski.I was sure that Stan was not of the same tastes as I was, and it turnsout that I was right. In the month that we were away Gabby had beenthrough the surgery to remove her small limp cock and fashion a vagina.Apparently, Iris had told her that I would no longer be attracted to herif she was not.