It is your place. Your ego will tell you that you do not deserve the pain. You do. Embrace the pain. Open up and give yourself to the pain.??Yes, sir....??Come.?He led me down the hallway to his ‘playroom.’ In the middle of the room was a small in width, medium height table that stretched about 3 and half feet in length. ?Lay with your head at the edge of the table.?I laid down with my head at the edge of the table. He tied my wrists with black silk rope and then bound them to the table by my. "Eileen could see my face flush with embarrassment and humiliation. I think, maybe, she felt guilty."Aw, come on. Don't feel bad. It's not like it's your fault you're small there. And, hey, you got a hand job out of it. That wasn't so bad, was it?"I turned before she could see me start to cry. And I walked home with very mixed emotions. I still felt the warm, post-orgasmic glow. But I also felt the sting of humiliation. I decided that I didn't like Eileen very much, even though I really liked. A bit further. Her mouth was filling up. She coughed. Her shirt was getting wet too and clinging to her body now. There was stains on her glasses too, blurring her vision a little. She leaned as close as possible toward his. “You must lean to ask for this” he said as the stream began to dry out. She closed her mouth, held it closed for 2 or 3 seconds, then spat its contend out over her chest. Then she nodded. “I will, sir” she said and then, not until then, did she lower her eyes. He was still. This is part 4 of the story Just West of Happy. The TG continues in thissection and the obligatory "getting used to being a girl" begins. It'sgetting a little more emotional now and I hope the change to tone isn'ttoo drastic.There isn't a lot of sexualization in this one. Some mention of anatomyand Ian's changes, but otherwise it's pretty tame. As I may have mentionedbefore, I don't really plan my stories out. I like to just write and seewhere my character bring me, so I don't know what the.