I'd never worn women's clothes before (unless you count the time I borrowed an ex girlfriend's jumper one night to walk home in when it was freezing c...old) and was nervous about appearing in public wearing a dress. I needn't have worried. By the time Anne had finished with me, nobody would have guessed I was a man unless they'd copped a feel at the front of my short leather mini skirt.Anne was wearing black trousers, a black tunic and a dog collar. I was dressed as a tart in black satin bra and. "get on all fours and face the window, don't make me ask twice"She obeyed, I went back to the closet and came back with a latex blindfold, which i tied around her eyes."Grip the foot rail of the bed" I ordered. Anna complied.Her breasts hung down and i knew exactly what I was going to do to them.I returned to the closet and looked around for a few items, and found exactly what i wanted."So let me get this straight, the more i hurt you the more you like it?" Yes master" Then you're going to love. . , “ Amy trailed off.It had taken less than 30 minutes to break her.“What is Marja’s last name?” The questions droned on. Amy implicated Marja deeper and deeper in any conspiracy that would save her from the washtub. Alexander was writing furiously in the dossier.Amy remained hanging from the bar. Her legs had cramped. She sobbed uncontrollably. The pain wouldn’t stop. She let out a piercing scream as spasms shook her body.Alexander gave a signal. The wash tub was moved to the side. Amy was. He ate quickly, without seeming to taste his food, while Bette picked at her portion, having no appetite at all, managing to choke down only a few mouthfuls of the delicious cold cuts she had prepared.She was slicing a wedge of melon for him, ice-cold from the refrigerator, when the telephone rang.Tony said, "I'll get it, it might be Debbie." He jumped up and hurried into the living room, to where the phone was. Bette busied herself at the counter with the melon, put it on a plate, and set it.