"Daniel looked at her, a sadistic smile growing across his face. "That isabsolutely delightful."She nodded, and then turned towards the sissy. "Beth...ny, you're a naughtyBarbie."Instantly, the doll's appearance changed. Her face suddenly registeredfear, panged by waves of pleasure and disgust. The girl began to whimperpathetically."We condition the Barbie's to follow two trigger words--Obedient andNaughty Barbies. The first reduces them to the simple, obedient andprogrammable state. The. I pointed at the girl, to ask Doc for his opinion, but he just smiled at me and said, "Yes, yes. This way."There was another door-wide guard, and another dark corridor, but this time it was full of doors. Doc opened one, leading me inside. The roughly 7 foot square room contained a mini raised platform with a pole, and a bench-seat running the whole length of the room - just enough to, say, lay down. As my head spun, I was tempted to try just that, however the door quickly re-opened, and the. “There’s more to it. It has to be on campus or a college-related activity, like a dance or a basketball game.”“There’s varsity baseball; that would be amazing to see. But you’d have to do any dare for anyone there,” I verbalized while I visualized. “That would be amazing.”“Yeah. No. Not thinking the baseball game,” she answered.“Okay, this is not why you wanted to go out today, is it?” I asked. "'Cause I'm one lucky son of a bitch if it is."“Oh no! Danny, no, I just wanted to have a day. How will they ever fit their meat inside me, how will they hold me, and how can I please them. My sexual urges became more and more aggressive through my teen age years. September 23, 2003 Tuesday. I remember the first day when our substitute teacher first came to our class. He is Mr. Simon Penderghast our temporary teacher for our history class. He is an early retiree of the military because of his permanent injury, his amputated leg. Looking at Mr. Simon you will see a fine man, every.