"How do you do that then?" she replied, her mouth now bone dry.He leaned across towards her and whispered, "Oh, that's a secret." Gemma felt a rush of...adrenaline. Was he just toying with her, or making a subtle pass? She thought quickly for a response. "I like secrets. And I wouldn't tell anyone."Joe leaned closer to her and stroked his hand across her thigh. "Do you want a real guy?" he asked, now with a more serious tone. Gemma felt her heart beat race. Her mind was full of thoughts and the. What a rush!I heard a click. I heard another click. Without thinking, I latched the handcuffs onto my wrists. Oh, girl! What have I done? What have I done!Maybe the cuffs didn't really catch. I tried to gently open them; but they wouldn't open. I tried to pull my wrists through; but my wrists wouldn't fit.I struggled, but I was belted in tightly. The ankle stocks and the head box, I knew, were sturdy and latched securely.I was so wet down there, I bet I was dripping my own juices into that pipe. In the consciousnessof the brutal reality of things for people like us before and while weundertake such voyage to self-realization, I have been sick to death withthe constant aura of pathology and drama surrounding our becoming women inbody and in spirit. Therefore, I have purposefully decided to call mytransition "the dream", a dream that can take many forms, all of themleading up to the same result: womanhood. A series of possible journeyswhere the negativity coming from societal stigma and. I had seen enough porn to realise I was about to be fucked by a machine. It was an electric motor with an extended arm. Attached to the arm was a huge horse cock dildo at least 12” long and as thick as my arm. It sat there teasing me. Not touching me but obviously it would not be there for long. Sure enough the door opened and this guy walked it. Dominique had on her cat suit and this guy was dressed in leather pants and a sleeveless leather jacket. “So this is the slut” he said and walked up.