It was a warm spring evening, just after 5 o'clock. I had been left alon in the house, no wife or daughters there. Naturally, my cock was doin summers...ults at the thought of a few hours free to wank. But something was wrong...I just could't get my cock to stir. I tried porn, erotic stories and even the daytime babe channels. But still, not a stir. I decided to bring the washing in and contemplate what to do to get my dick awake. Mid-way through the washing, I heard two faint voices coming from. Elsa and Elsie had given me more cheerleader fantasies than I could count, and it was time to cash in.The fact that I hadn’t fucked the twins in their uniforms yet was a travesty, and doing so was at the top of my to-do list.Pushing those thoughts aside for now, I collected myself and prepared for what would probably be the single largest expenditure of power I had ever attempted. The past few days had been good for my power levels, having lots of sex and only using small amounts of power here. "And third, you just woke up changed.What's the first thing you always wanna do when that happens?"The expression on Bob's face twisted again as he crossed his legs.Tight. "I'll get my toolbox," said Charlie, hurrying from the room.After an embarrassingly intimate few minutes of Charlie wielding sharppointy objects in close proximity to Bob's feminised groin while Bobmoaned and whimpered for unconnected reasons, the lock at the top of thecrotch strap came free from the front of the waistband.. Ididn't have the muscle power. I was even smaller than Contessa, and shewas a tiny little thing...and that's when it hit me...Contessa was strong for her size, that much was true, but with Lola'ssize advantage, she should never have been able to overpower her. Sothere was only way she could have forced her to be her bitch eventhough they were of equal standing as kept sissies...she hurt her. I'msure Lola must have hurt Contessa more than Lola hurt her, but Contessacould take it...and Lola.