G. ways to torture herself,humiliate herself etc). This ismy first real entry, I thought I would start thingsoff by writing about the first time I...went to my 'friends' house.? I travel to his house, which is about an hourand a half away, I don?t mind doing this as it means he will never know where Ilive. I met him,I'll call him Tom I think, I met Tom six months ago on a web site calledSlave Farm.? I had posted a messageasking for a man or woman in the South of England who would be willing. ? He said to himself. Every night for the past few weeks, George had dreamed he turned into a girl named Janet. The sort of transformation he often enjoyed watching in his favorite Japan animation. He felt his hands down his flat chest and to his crotch to confirm to himself that everything was where itshould be. ?What a relief.? Getting out of bed he went into the bathroom and tower a shower. He though he was going tobe sick when he saw his tooth brush and the whole bathroom counter covered. "Damn," I said very quietly as the girl froze with one hand on my chest, all sorts of thoughts jumbled in my head and heart, desire and fear mixing with anger and delight. "Where's your shift, your dress?" In the house," she whispered, pulling the jacket together and doing one button to cover her small, high breasts.The coat she wore boasted one of those fancy aiguilettes, and I tore the golden cords from the shoulder and wrapped the ends in my fists. "Wait here," I said as the banging at the. Then lifted her hand and asked me to lick her arm pit. They were clean and no hair. I started to lick them. They were a slightly salty in taste but I was so horny I would have done anything she asked me to. After licking both her armpits to her satisfaction she allowed me to go to her boobs. They were big but did not sag one bit. They were completely defying gravity. I started to lick her nipples and move my tongue all over her lips round and round. She was getting excited and as she was.