Or at least that’s all I thought I was doing.“If you feel the same way then,” I huffed, starting to fuck her in earnest. Sam liked me to get off...in her right away, so that later she could squirm on my renewed (and less eager to spurt) boner for a whole hour. She said she liked knowing that it was her turn, and that she could take as much time as she wanted.Karla was the opposite. Karla kept telling me not to cum, because she wanted as many orgasms as possible before I went soft. Later, after I. She laughed and called me sissy boy and little fag boy and joked about putting me in a cock cage and a collar and leading me around town on a leash with a fox tail butt plug in my ass. It was so humiliating, but it was turning me on to no end. You could tell by her tone that she was doing this out of love, not hate, and that she wanted to help me accept my true identity and transition into the role of sissy bimbo slut. And so the transition began.It started with makeovers. She showed me how to. Of course they asked many questions. I answered them about my school life but i escaped to all the questions about my life in the city. I don’t think they imagined anything. I even tried to profit of my free days to find another apartment but once again: Nothing.I finally had to return to my apartment when the holidays ended.When I opened the door he was there on his sofa. Nude! The first sentence I heard was: “Hello Lena, I hope u did rest well. I ve missed u so much. And I am sure you are. They agreed, each nodding intently at Dori’s plea. I looked outside saw what a beautiful day it was already. It wasn’t a worry of not getting necessary things accomplished. These people needed no guidance, oversight, or fussing from me. They took care of this place like it was theirs. And that’s when it clicked in my mind, a series of decisions coming together in sequence.“You want more of the story? You’re ready to cut to the chase and get to the heart of my time at the estate and stop the.