It is obvious from your position exactly what is happening here. Because of the gag you can't even speak to them. Marge is standing at the end of the ...bed and is trembling a little as she looks at you carefully. 'Perhaps she is wondering what it would be like for her?', you think to yourself. I am sitting down beside you again and you close your eyes in embarrassment. "She loves being dominated," you hear me say and despite yourself, you feel your face blush red. "I have had her dominated by. He sent his come solidly into her mouth. And he squeezed her throat, too. "Bitch," he snapped, "swallow every ounce of it. You hear? Don't let a drop go unswallowed. Take it right down into your bowels, you bitch. Take it all." And he made her swallow every drop of his come.The cunt bawled, naturally. It pleased me. I wanted to beat the shit out of her, too, because I wanted to be pleased even more. But it was good just to see her bawl. Like a nut, she remained on her elbows and knees, let me. His lash paints the picture of his desire. With each strike my body turns to liquid fury. My need only stilled by the needs of my master. He increases his intensity; I can feel the reins of his control slipping. Like a moth to the flame, I bathe in his warmth. Even in the darkness, he calls to me, never allowing me to hide from him. He owns me; I am his above all else. He gives a rapid cadence of strikes to each breast, my cries tearing from my throat. My heart beats fiercely, my need almost. After confessing to my mom, Istarted going to a psychiatrist and psychologist. They both diagnosed mewith OCD and said that my reasons for crossdressing was that myoveractive brain was telling me to crossdress for some reason. At firstI believed them, but then I realized it was a lot of bullshit, sincethere was no reason for my brain to be telling me to do something asrandom as crossdressing. I concluded that it was a personal choice but Icontinued taking my meds over the next few months. They.