The next morning he was sure it had all been a dream, until he saw the ring at the side of his bed. He picked it up and examined it. It was smaller fo... a man’s ring, but it was definitely masculine. Without thinking he slid it onto his finger, he was surprised to see that it fit perfectly. He tried to remove it. It was not stuck, but it didn’t want to come off. He could spin it on his finger and pull it past his innermost knuckle, it would go no further. By the time he made it to work he was. . “What do you say to Master?”…My eyes widen in slight fear as my breathe catches in excitement. I start a slow grin, and think to be a smartass, I say “More please?”.My master stares hard at me but has this sly smile of his own, that rises the hair on my flesh. He slides his other hand into the water and slowly touches and circles the tips of my breasts. My heart pounds hard in time with my master’s fingers as they slowly close over the sides of my nipple. I cry out “Master!!!…I’m sorry!!” I. I don't know why I did it, but I pushed the tip of my foreskin so that my penis went back against my testicles. It slowly pushed out, I pushed it back in again. It started to have an erection, but that was only until I pushed it back again, and so on. Gentle circular motion over the top of my foreskin using my middle finger was a natural progression from there. All the time I kept my penis pushed against my testicles. It required only a minimum of pressure. There was no more erection, but the. Assuch, slowly I became even more of an old lady than I already was.It was over dinner one evening that I informed Nate that I was more thanready for the next stage of correction for my body. The next stage beingfor me to get breast implants of course. With my own breasts havingstarted to grow, and with the false forms having started to get old, Ireally needed to do something. I think he also wanted me to get breast ofmy own because he longed to once more touch real breasts.When it came to my.