Four lacy thongs, two crotchless and two silken ones so sheer that they were almost transparent were neatly folded, cushioning the implements of pain ...laid on top. Then it hit the young woman that these were trophies, all belonging to a different woman that Mrs. Samson had bedded. She closed the lid of the box, returning to the DVDs that were laying s**ttered in the second box that she'd open and after choosing the most recent one, walked over to the entertainment unit that Mrs. Samson had in. The truth was I didn’t tell John about it. I had a secret fantasy life and I thought that would be enough. My ex was an alpha all the way and he knew it. So did my body. It had been a long time since I felt this way.“You still carry that lube?”“Yes, why?” A moment later he had pulled me out on a balcony, sealed off from the party by only a thin curtain. His huge cock inside my pussy, filling my core, it felt so good to be filled so completely I was his slut. It was the one thing he was always. Most of the shoes we kept had high heels of at least 6", one pair a towering 10" tall! Also there was a pair of trainers for her gym stuff and some slippers for when I felt mushy. After all it couldn’t be sex every minute of the day. What was this, porn? I looked at my watch. It had gotten late but I wasn’t sleepy."Ok slave." I said testing the phrase then shook my head "I prefer Samantha... er... right... yes. Tomorrow! We will go to my lawyer, sign the papers. A few more stops then home to... There were real numbers that signified the shape of my bodynow. I told my audience my numbers. I didn't say that I used to have a42 chest. But I did tell them it was 36. I had a 27 number for my waistand a 38 for my hips. I'm 5'5 I announced. I didn't talk about the transformation; I only expressed the here andnow. Some thought I was really weird. Some thought I was guy posing asa woman. I seemed oddly enamored with such ordinary things. Maybe I'dwoken from a coma. Many were entranced..