The clean up crews had been working for twelve hours, yet the scene was just as hellish as the minutes after the plane crash. It was as if there was a...toxic force in the area, a malevolent energy that kept the flames burning like thermite. So far, no survivors had been found, and the number of relatively intact corpses could be counted on one hand. Even with dental and DNA records, identifying even half the victims would be a true challenge.It was being considered one of the most horrible. "Yes, Mistress." Well, here is what's going to happen now: You belong to me for as longas I care to have you," she said with a very ominous tone to her voice."Your life has just changed forever."She was so right.And now, a year later, I sat at my computer once more, but was talking toa man. A man that had been given my information in order to make sure Iperform at a tip top level, or risk being exposed as a sissy to myfriends and family and to the world."Hello, Sir," I gave my standard greeting. It wasn't even the unfairness of theLady that frustrated me, because I was accustomed to such treatment fromthe ruling class. No, what bothered me the most about the Mistress was that while inreality I had no control over my fate, she made it seem as though I did.She never punished without cause; even if the reasoning was absurd orridiculous, there was always a justification for your punishment. Ineffect, it was not the Mistress who was punishing you, it was yourself,by your own actions,. I affixed the fake breasts to my chest and covered them with a black silk shelf bra trimmed with red lace. I placed a matching garter belt around my hips and slowly slid up the dark seamed nylons and attached them to the ribbons. As I slowly slid the matching silk panties up my nylon covered legs, I felt the familiar tingling in my balls and I began to get hard. I got harder as I slid the black full slip over my head. The cool silky garment was like the fingers of a lover as it trailed down my.