But I only have onereal worry in my life now: when I am going to get my next fix of hormonesshot into me. After that happens, I'll only worry about th...e next shot andthe shot thereafter. Helen did a good job on me, not making me her slave,which I essentially am, but making me a slave to the very thing thatdestroyed my manhood and made me into the sissy I am today. My onlyambition in life is to be full of girl juice every day and to wake upevery morning with the hot rushes continuously running. But I realized later that the purpose of the whole agreement was for me to get over what that boy did to me and for me to want to have sex and to like it."Dad is really smart. He teased me into liking myself again. God, he was awful. He made me play with myself in front of him and Mom once. It was so embarrassing but I could tell he was turned on watching me and that made me feel, well, special, kind of. In a weird sort of way. He treated me just the same as Mom, most of the times when we did. ”A hush fell. Fire shot through his veins in a rush. His voice grew gravelly. “You wanna be my kitty?”“Yes.”“You want me to make you my kitty?”“Yes. A slutty little kitty.” She licked his face again. He took her gently by the throat, and held her face inches away from his own. “Pet you? Train you?”“Pet me. Train me. Please.” “And after I have you petted and trained? What do I do to you then?”“Fuck me. Use me. Take me.” His grip on her tightened. He pulled her face closer. “Fuck you. I couldn’t breathe so I started to lick her so fast that she was humping my face. She could no longer take it. She filled the room with moans. Tina was in rhythm with the strokes of my tongue and soon, she came right on my face.Then I lifted her up in the same position she was by using the support of the wall. The wasn’t tired at all and she wanted more. She was surprised by what I was doing and was also scared that she might fall. Tina was still on my shoulders. Her back on the wall. She was.