I was me. I didn't want to become a woman! I loved women, the way the looked, the way they felt (especially in bed!), they way they moved... just abou...t everything. But there was no way that I wanted to *be* one. Yet, I had a deep feeling that moment by moment, I was slipping away, as she filled me up with herself, and I became her. "First, we must find out who she is, so we can know why she does this." said Madam H. "Come child. Stand before this mirror." I walked up to a full-length mirror on. Ab mai keval shop pe raat hone ka intjar karta tha is bich shikha muje do teen bar call kar dati thi.ab raat ko mai khana kha kar uske ghar gaya toh wo mere dinner k liye intjaar kar rahi thi but mene to dinner kar liya tha to woh is baat se naaraj ho gayi .Fir mene use sorry kaha or manaya tab usne kha ki agge se tum yahi dinner karoge mai ne haa bharri tab ja kar wo mani.fir mene use piche se jaa kar pakda or dhere dhere uske boobs dabane laga or nake par kiss karne laga ab wo dhere dhere. At mid night, when I was stroking and rubbing my man to tame him down, my telephone, rang. I know who is she.How are you robin?Bad. What about you?Why bad? What you wanted, you got. Me good.No I don’t got it all. (I was stroking and talking so was not able to talk spontaneously)Dear Robin there is limit she said laughing. What else you want?You understand dear Mita, Miiitttaa (hand busy with hardness of my penis)I know what you are doing now?What you are wearing honey?Maxi, why? She laughedI. She taps your belly with the crop, just hard enough to get your attention. It stings, but causes a flood between your legs at the same time."P-please," you stammer."Please what, Blair? Please beat me? Please eat me? Please fuck me? I didn't know you were such a girly girl. Afraid to ask for what you want? I expected you to beg. What a disappointment."The crop comes down harder, across your ass, a forceful, lashing blow, and you cry out, twisting away from her."Ahh, she speaks! Perhaps another.