Gale laga na chachi hu.Vo na kehne lagi or bola ki vo meri mummy ko bol degi.Phir mene aapna phone nikala or usko uski nangi photo dikhae or bola ki y...e me sab ko dikha dunga.Vo thodi gabra gae or bola ki please aaisa maat karo or rone lagi .Mene moke ka faida uthate huve bathroom ka darvaja under se band kar diya.Or usko kaha ki muje ek baar aapko kiss karne do , aapke boobs dabane do or ass bhi dekhne do je bhar ke to me ye photo delete kar dunga.Vo thoda sochane lagi or fir bola sir dekhana. Maybe I have pushed him too far she thought. There's only a limit to what he can take. He is only a child. No he is MY child, she thought and I will do with him as I please. "Danielle there's something I have to tell you. Grandpa and your old mummy have left you. They don't love you anymore because you want to be a girl. If you don't like being a girl I will change you back into a boy and send you to them but I will love you no matter what. Its up to you."I like being a girl mummy", he sobbed.. He knew she had to be broken.Hence her gladness of the hood; she bit into the rough material, staggered by the level of pain she was experiencing. Her body shaking, she needed to bite down so as not to scream. She knew what was happening here, understood this to be a final act of punishment, to train her to abandon all dominant thoughts and free herself, submit herself to the whim of the speaker. She was defiant to the last, as he in turn subjected her to canes, paddles, floggers; the worst was. I hadn’t “flown solo” in a while and thought shit, I may as well, the fact that I’m getting damp from reading a damned story means I need it. I reached into my bedside table and pulled out one of my many vibrators. It was about 6” long, and not very thick, but it was one of my favorites and it actually did look like a replica of a man’s penis. Not thinking that it would really do any good, I turned it on low and simply nestled it between my legs as I continued reading. The quiet hum of the.