Though I flamed with humiliation for any number of reasons, this last accusation hit the hardest. Lynn had recently begun f*****g my secondary entrance. And I’d displayed a shameless appetite for orally servicing her faux phallus as slavishly as I’d always suckled her hard c******s. Guilty as charged and properly wary of flooding and plugging, I submitted to this unthinkable permanent transvestitism reluctantly but without verbal quibble.
“Everything shall be as you wish, mistress. I exist only to please you.”
“Let’s go to the closet then. Nothing I have will fit you, but we’ll see what we can do after we dispose of all your male clothes. Once I get you shaved, plucked, filed and painted, coiffed and made up, we’ll go on-line and buy you all the outfits, underwear, shoes and accessories
