What should I do to you?"I was trying to hold myself not to cry. I knew all this was a game, but this was different. With the earlier humiliation and ...his, something had changed. I could feel it. He took my pride, shattered into pieces in a way he never has done before. He was extending his control over me. I didn't think that was possible but he was extending it. I always thought he has absolute control over me, so how can he extend it, right? But I was beginning to see I was wrong, terribly. Since we were in the ministry, we were frankly quite taken aback by howpathetically little male and female farm hands wore to fight the summerheat, Obviously, we had to be covered neck to toe. Being a Baptist, he had to always wear pants and I obviously had to wear long skirts.Up until then we just suffered. One of these +100F days, we foundourselves suffering through lunch under the only shade tree in the fieldwe were working. Normally we were so formal around each other, but in the heat a. I'm your private slut! I love you, and am proud to be your slut." Goodnight, ladies. Friday tomorrow, Kim! Make sure your slut is wearing panties. I don't want to see her vagina in the rear view again, even though the boys at school will undoubtedly complain. Marilyn, obey your mistress as your slut of a mother obeys me. If you're really good I will allow Kimbo to put dog clips on you, too. Good night."Marilyn then came loudly enough for us to hear in the bedroom; she must have liked that idea.. There were dozens of people that could do my jobjust as well as me and I was easily replaceable. Forgetting the Spanishwoman was in my apartment, I read across the bedroom and hopped in theshower. While quickly scrubbing and soaping down, I felt an intense pain in myabdomen. Doubling over, I fell out of the shower. Climbing to my feet Istared into the mirror. Appearing behind me was the cleaning woman, whoput her hands on the back of my shoulders and said, "No longer will youwomanize, no longer.