Hawley into a small, one-floor house with easy access and wheelchair ramps. Millie and I, much to the consternation of Tony, made arrangements to take...over the family homestead. I immediately began updating the old house in my spare time.It was important that we marry as soon as possible. Ed was opposed to the company truck being parked overnight at the Hawley home, saying it was bad for business. I countered that everyone in town knew the reason our wedding had been delayed. He was right. I came to be enslaved, feminised and dependant, to the wiliness ofa strong and superior Woman whom, tamed and trained me, to domesticity,eroticism and servility, transforming me, first into a complete sissy, secondlyhelped by the surgery implanted in me, to a normal girl, thirdly the submissivemaid, obedient slut and lesbian lover toy, and finally to become committedto Her, making me happy to recognize my fortune in having Her, as myunquestionable, adorable and possessive Mistress.Not a day for. " Butch is stunned at my statement Before his expression hardens and he says "You're smart kid. That could be dangerous!" I shrug and say "Only if im not smart enough to know when to shut up!" With that he smiles and gets me a glass of whiskey before pouring one for himself. "Let's see if you can handle a man's drink." I smile at his challenge and nod. We clank our glasses and shoot the drinks. I've had whiskey a few times before. It burns my throat but I keep my expression cold as ice. We're. Not surprisingly I hadn’t shared all of this particular fantasy with Pete but my mind was still abuzz with the vivid images and there was an unsatisfied glow within my belly, a situation made worse by my continued inability to reach orgasm. The final and perhaps most serious concern was that for the past few months, very obliquely at first but then more and more overtly, Peter had started hinting that I might – one day and at my own pace - want to turn my fantasies into reality and actually.