He was made aslave-- sex, panty, and toilet. Feminized despite his masculinity, he wasmade to wear panties which he was destined to forever soil for ...heamusement of his current Mistress; for whom, too, 'loads' would beworshipped (both hers and his), her every whim, however humiliating,obeyed without question on command.The Grey time travelers, clad in their bio-mechanical suits, "forever"scramble to make things right. Each change, each tweaking of events,however seemingly insignificant,. “How was work? Did you think about last night at all?” Brent questioned. “work was good, really hard to concentrate at time tho when I was thinking about last night” I said. “good, now put it back in NOW” he demanded. “but its only 7pm? This early?” I questioned. “yes now! And it will be in till morning again. that’s if you are good!” Brent ordered. If I was good? What did he mean by that? I went into my room and grabbed my dildo. It was longer than his cock but just as thick. I was thankful he. But, I needed some help. The previous orgasms had worn me out. I needed some extra stimulation to satisfy Jake’s demand.Without looking at anyone in particular, “Touch me … someone … anywhere … please, I need … I have to cum!” It was a plea for help. It was a plea from a submissive in desperate need to avoid failing her dominant. Whether the others truly understood the depth and full meaning of my plea, they responded. Hands were on my breasts, fingers at my pussy and clit, my nipples twisted. The cab ride back to Debbie's was a silent one, back at her place Gavinwas informed of the night's event and then we grabbed a bottle of vodkaand some mixer's and headed upstairs so I could change out of my soddenskirt. As we reached the top of the stairs I stopped. "Debbie I justwant to check on Melissa." She's fine, she's asleep," she replied."I know, but I just want to check on her anyway." I walked to thebedroom that I was sharing with Melissa. Quietly opening the door Istepped inside,.