She stood in front of me and kissed me. I responded like a woman and received her kiss and I felt her hand move over my body feeling my stomach and l...gs her hands playing over me when I thought we were going to go farther she stopped and said, “We need to get you fully dressed if we’re going to do this right.” She grabbed my hand and we ran out the stage door of the theater towards her dorm. I was barefoot having left my clothes behind in the dressing room and my excitement and confusion. I guess my lover told me. But that was ok. I wanted to be his, forever and ever.Even as my kitty was sore from the pain, it felt incredible as he pushed further and further into me. He went slow, letting my cream and his slime lubricate the way as I adjusted to this new game. The memory of the pain quickly faded, my only reminder quickly becoming the blood that leaked out of my kitty. School had taught me that the first time would hurt a lot and I’d need to rest. Maybe if it was with some dumb. It wasn’t till I heard about it on TV that I knew about the Mass suicide in Ilony. Over a 100 had been killed, knives and razors were found. The big cover up was some bullshit story about a plane crash but it was investigated. No one went to trial because for the fact that there was no trace back on who might have organized such a heinous crime. I thought it was pretty bizarre myself. Then about another month later the same thing occurred but this time the body count was much higher and the. I’ll have you fitted with an irremovable slave bracelet, telling everyone that you are my sissy slut slave. Your fingers will sport talons, nails a full inch beyond your fingers, painted the same slovenly color as your toes. Loads of rings will adorn your fingers and your pretty wrists will be covered in loads of loudly jangling bracelets, their noise, along with that from your large chandelier earrings will proclaim to everyone that a proper little sissy is coming their way…’ No, this couldn’t.