When she wrapped her knuckles against the dark, wooden door, her hand no longer shook. The sound of partying was a low roar on the other side of that ...door. For a moment, she thought that no one heard her knocking—the need to leave increased. Maybe fate was giving her one last chance. Then the door opened. A shirtless man leaned against the door jam, giving her a slow once-over. A hand-rolled cigarette hung from his mouth, but it wasn’t tobacco burning on the tip. ‘Well, well,’ the man leered,. The new son-in-law. I didn't much feel like it, yet. We hadn't been around the Manor much, since the wedding. I felt, pretty much, the way I had when I was supposed to be sleeping in the guest room, although everybody knew I was in there, boffing their daughter.But, damn it, I was the official son-in-law now. I had responsibilities. "Mom," I said, trying out, for the very first time, the concept of calling my mother-in-law "Mom." "Mom," I said, "you know we went to a clothing-optional beach on. I fucking loved it!" You slut!" I said, in praise."That was the moment when I knew I was going to be feminine, fulltime. Pretty soon, he was arranging time to have me visit his house,when his wife was somewhere else. After that, a few weeks later, heintroduced me to a couple of other men he knew and had quietly told,one of whom was a dud, another gym teacher at a different school, butthe other was a stockbroker. His name was Ross, something-or-other.God, it's funny. I can't remember his. In fact, she told me that she prefers overall my mouth on her cunt to the hard fuckings she used to get. She told me, “I was so used to being the submissive slut with my previous lovers, but I cum so much harder making you my bitch and being in control!”When she caught me jerking off one night without asking her permission, she almost called the wedding off. She was outraged, as she felt my jerking off without her knowledge or permission was cheating on her. I agreed to ne locked in a chastity.