”“Why?”“It turns me on.”“Why?”“Because ... it’s so wrong.”“How do you feel about Mom being attracted to me?”“I love it.”�...Why?”“It makes me feel less alone.”“What else?”“It turns me on.”“Why?”My sister’s blank eyes stared at me as she thought.“Because it’s fucked up.”“Anything else?”“Because ... it means that ... it means that there’s something about you. Something ... sexy. Irresistible.“Something powerful.”I smiled at that. I’d hoped that was the direction she’d go.As I spoke, I moved one hand. The shadow over me brought me from the half sleep I was in. Sally was holding a plate over me, along with a cold beer. She looked down at me and smiled mischievously. I jumped but I was too slow and the cold liquid hit me on the stomach.She pushed the plate and beer to me and I took them, out of instinct, because she was rushing back to the kitchen, laughing as she ran. Returning a few minutes later, she walked wide around me but took her lounge chair, which was just inches from where I lay. "Okay" she said. I looked at her. "You forgot to say master or sir. OK we're gonna do more than look at the room!!!" She looked at me in terror and I opened a door at the end of the hall. I pulled her in and down a flight of stairs. "You see the walls? They are made so no one can hear thru them."I walked her to the end of the stairs. The room was filled with sex torture toys, you name it. I went to the bed in the corner that had a thick mattress. She looked at me, begging. I walked to a corner. In the future it will be given every opportunity to do so.At this stage in the operation we always refer to the mark as 'it'. Nolonger male in our eyes, but not yet started on the long journey tofemininity. Not for a few minutes anyway."Right," I say, "it's 11.00. Everybody ready?" Yeah, A-OK!" "Right on!" from Sally and Kylee."Check, mistress," from Felicity.I glance in the van's mirror. My domino mask is on straight, and my lips,deep scarlet, contrast well with the glossy black of my.