Sure, sometimes I would roll through a stop sign or turn without signaling, just for the Heck of it, mostly when no one else was within 3 miles.Truth ...e told, I really was trying to change and, of all things, I think the writing was helping. Sometimes I actually could imagin myself as the dashing cad in my novel. Maidens swooning and fawning over my sexual prowess, petticoats and pantaloons in disarray, maidenheads torn asunder. Damn, I was a scoundrel in my own mind! My mighty prick was ready. A third woman emerged from the jungle with an arrow pointed straight atmy heart. She might have been a bit older than the second, but she wasclearly in the prime of life. She was also taller with broad shouldersand muscle tone that in no way detracted from her beauty. Her breastswere larger as well, and she supported them leather bra. She had aquiver on her back and a knife on the belt that secured her loincloth.Although I was taller than her and probably stronger as well, I stillfelt. There was no finger pointing or adolescent giggling.I heard many stories of dominance and submission. People were either spanking someone, or being spanked; whipping someone or being whipped; torturing or being tortured; binding someone or being bound.All were definitely exciting to listen to, and it put me in an erotic state. So when it was my turn to share, I did not hesitate. Talking clearly, I began.?Kneeling naked and on my knees, my hands were cuffed behind me as my Mistress glared down. Starting this fetish session with a walk, yes, Miss Brat told her to walk around the room like a woman. The effort of that man trying to be effeminized was awesome. sissy trainingThe high heels were the only problem here, everything else was good to do. A blonde wig, long fake nails, lips all red, high heels, ponytail and some stockings. She was looking like a slut for real. He turned into a ho’ in no time and Miss Brat was actually amazed by that, but like always, you will not get anything.