I knew at school Iwas different, I hated football, I hated rough and tumble play. I wantedto play with the girls, to look pretty like them and to enjo...y theirgreat hair, pretty clothes and games which seemed fun. Sure , I tried mymums clothes, my sister clothes but I knew that to keep them happy Iwould have to toe the line and be a boy.... Uch, how much I hated that.It frustrated me a great deal to see my sisters in lovely clothes, tosee them with great hair and also watching them as they went. “Does that mean that the more pain you inflict the more exciting it is for you?”I had to smile. She was very observant.“I like to see that on a man,” she said, “a cock dribbling with excitement. I would like to see yours dribble sir; very wet from the excitement of inflicting punishment on me.”I thought about it for a few moments. “Then we had better use a safe word Julie,” I told her. “Red Julie, say red when you can’t take anymore.”She nodded and then I led her to the whipping bench. She was. A cold hand on my back – Yours, I hope…but i’m not smelling Your cologne anymore. i automatically pull into myself a little, but the hand gets more insistent, and then becomes a grip on my arm. i keep trying to remember that i both opened the door and walked straight into this one. That there is no reason to be wigging out. Not sure why i’m reacting this way but i am going to do my best to suck it up and move on. i straighten up and allow myself to be guided by the grip. Even with my limited. Obviously her tired mind was running away while the squid took advantage. She snapped out of it rapidly. The moment was at hand. She singled-mindedly grabbed the removal tongs and punched the password into the remote. Sue navigated the menu assuredly. ‘Adherence mode disabled.’ Soon that was followed by ‘Security mode disabled’ and then ‘Proceed with Removal.’ Using the removal tongs was like doing self-surgery. Since she couldn’t see anything, all she could do was to carefully feel her way up.