I didn't care that she had the same set of chromosomes that I did. She didn't care that I would never be a one night stand. She was beautiful, not onl... physically, but spiritually and emotionally.And when she died, a part of me was torn away.If not for my daughter, I think I may have given up, even though the mere thought of that would have horrified McKayla.So I cling to the things that remind me of her. I kept the house mostly as we had it before she died. Her car was basically mothballed. Iwill have her emasculated so completely she will no longer even rememberher former attempts at manhood and she will be an obedient servant whodevotes herself entirely to my pleasure and making me happy. She wasmeant to serve, and she seems to have little willingness to struggle orresist me even a little which points to being able to take her muchdeeper into subjugation and submission much faster than I had planned.Her aunt and her daughters must have done a good job emasculating thepoor sissy. Not to detract from the events but at work I've been told that I'm too dominant as a person and that my team working skills are hampered by the fact that I pick on weak people. This is clearly just my nature, and I guess I'm just so cocky I won't change it. When I arrived to the house I was greeted by her husband and I can remember (for my own entertainment) just laughing when he answered the door. She had out this weird metal looking clamp thing on him and the feeling of superiority I had over. Louise took my hand and guided me into the laundry room where I removed my pants and underwear and handed them to her. “As long as I’m waiting for the wash, I might as well take a shower,” I said.Turning around she was taken aback to see my nether-parts caked in cum. “Hmmm...” was her only comment. Then another brainstorm.“You can use a shower too. Why don’t you join me?” I asked.“That wasn’t on the list, but well...ok why not?”I stripped off my remaining clothing and waited in the shower while.