..... I realized that she was justlike me, a feminized man but she appeared to be a few years into hertransformation. We sat down and I was introduced... as Simone and the man andwoman were introduced as Mr. and Mrs. Smith. After some small talk, Mrs.Smith and I excused ourselves and went to the Ladies room. Once inside wetook care of our business and met at the mirror to check our faces beforewe rejoined our men. Mrs. Smith said, "My name is Daphne and I have beenwith my master for 3. Porno videos are in a separate room in the store. The door is an old-fashioned latticed pair of saloon swinging doors. Over the entrance is a sign: “Adults Only”. I go in and scan the titles. One is something like “Swinger Party”, so I grab it and leave the adult room. She has a naughty face when she sees the video in my hand. She is at the checkout counter, blushing and smiling a twisted smile.The owner on the cash has an English accent, long greasy hair turning grey, and a permanent. ‘The black one has a Norwegian flag. Why it is going to Rotterdam?’ There was a delightful lilt in her voice, not quite an accent perhaps, but something indescribable and unique… and pleasant. I had not caught it before, but then the defensive, stand-offish tone was now rather muted as well. Like the prisoner’s last minute reprieve, I felt a new lease on life and scrambled to find a good answer to her question. She had correctly picked out the Norwegian’s colors and opened herself to further. It was a temptation... but the thought of this haughty woman cringing beneath his dogs as she watched their dripping jowls and their eager organs jutting out... no he would wait to taste her sweetness after the dogs had humbled her, after the dogs had humped her pride into the ground and she had begged him for relief. Wasn't this, after all, the best way to handle women? Make them beg, make them know they were less than the animals which used them? Let the dogs know their pleasures, let the.