It would take work, and there could be no shortcuts. While I could give them a push in the right direction, I wasn’t going to be able to fix everyth...ng. I wasn’t even sure if I could.They would, by far, be the most significant mental changes I had made to date, and despite my current success, I was still wary about just how much I should change someone. It wasn’t just the question of ability, but of morality. Just because I can, doesn’t mean I should. I’m no expert and I didn’t want to make. Walking in these very painful devices would be a monumental taskthat would require his most careful attention. He did notrealize it yet, but the height of the heels would force him totake small dainty steps and would force his hips to sway up anddown and back forth seductively with each step. He could not see what he looked like until he turned and sawwhat he thought was a reflection in a mirror. He looked like acheap piece of trash from a nearby trailer park. Then herealized the reflection was. All she wanted was a shot or four of the tequila she had hidden in the cupboard above the refrigerator, and maybe a hot bath. Arriving home, she gathered her things, reminding herself that in a few moments, she'd be drinking her bad day away and then she wouldn't care anymore. Up the stairs in the pouring rain she went carrying her things, trying her best to not get soaked. She fumbled with her keys and opened the door."Hi honey, I'm home," she said, exhausted.He walked up and helped her remove. I tasted my first *oh-my-god-sweet* drop of pre-cum and I knew that all of this came naturally for me, that I would always crave this sex honey, that I was hot as hell for a full mouthful of it! She was breathing harder now and grasped my head with one hand, pulling me to just the angle for her ultimate pleasure… then, close to orgasm, whispered “lick my balls baby!”. OMG I was licking and kissing her balls, the ultimate act of willing submission and emasculation. I thought, no real man.