He brought my bowl from home that says "Slave" on it. He put it on the floor (I am still wearing the plug) and put some food in it. He made me eat wit...h my asshole up facing towards him for his entertainment. My pussy was soaking, my ass was red and my asshole was gaping a little showing the plug. After we ate he took the plug out and we showered and rested for the night.As a slave, I always sleep naked. I never wear underwear except vibrating panties that he can control miles away without me. He was tall and gangly, rather than well built.Mrs. Shapiro said, “A healthy mind and a healthy body.”“I knew that. I just hadn’t heard it called that,” Stephanie said.“I was complaining about not having enough time in the gym and he offered to let me use his equipment. He has a very good gym at his home. We started working out on his equipment every weekend and talking. He’s telling me about college.”“He really is in college?” Val asked.She had heard it mentioned several times, but hadn’t. That's why I think of them, like my breasts, as gifts. Unfortunately, alot of men don't care to accept such presents (although, quite frankly,more than a few do appreciate them). Brad, I feared, was one of theformer, rather than one of the latter.He'd said not a word, since hearing my poetic confession, as it were, ofmy transsexual--or hermaphroditic--nature and the offering, in my verse,of all of my charms to him as gifts that were, at the same time,"intimations of intimacy" to follow--if he. After she left Darren and I talked a few minutes then the phone rang. It was my ex commanding officer calling to wish me a happy retirement. As I visited, Darren walked past me and said he was going to take a shower with Jennifer if he could. He wanted to see if he would get lucky. I smiled at him and covered the receiver, then told him to go for it! I heard Jennifer scream, the ask "Darren! What do you think you're doing?" Then as I continued to talk, all I heard was the shower running, Darren.