You know the unbelievable history of my recent life that i have mailed toyou, in which i tried to describe the great physic, physique and mental, chan...gesenforced by the traces left by my imprudence's, mistakes, trust andnaivety. i came to be enslaved, feminised and dependant, to the wiliness ofa strong and superior Woman whom, tamed and trained me, to domesticity,eroticism and servility, transforming me, first into a complete sissy, secondlyhelped by the surgery implanted in me, to a normal. Before you realize it, you find your sensesfalling prey to her scent. It’s an almost hypnotic perfume that you meltinto. She casually runs her hand around your back and chest until she hascircled you fully. Then, she backs away from you, facing you. Her warmeyes and gentle hair comfort you even as her smile gives away the fact theshe some devil in her heart and tonight she intends on showing you alittle of that wicked side. She orders you to go shut the blinds. You look at her. I had been there about a week when they had a brilliant idea to use an electric wire that was skinned on the other end while the other end was plugged in. And then they used it as a whip. I remember the fun they had when I screamed. I just could not help it and neither I was I able to control my bowels. Which gave them one more reason to use the hose.That went on for some time. They used the whip and cane to break the skin in my back once it had healed. Meanwhile they used the wire and they. Only a hint of saltiness, she barely seems to sweat, so pure. And that smell. Fruity, feminine, mango. I lean back a bit and grab at her shirt again. Ripped open down the center but still covering her arms. I lift the shirt, sliding it up her body, up and over her arms and head, leaving it bunched up around her elbows, out of the way. So much more of her beautiful dark skin exposed. I ravage her more with my mouth. Tasting the sides of her breasts, up across her chest and neck. She tastes so.