Sometime in the past, she figured out that she could extend my suffering by taking one shoe off at a time. As her friends looked on in amazement, she worked my face over with the smelly foot then the clean one. It was 1969 and Dana was a senior at UCLA. “My girlfriend and I were looking for a place to make ‘nookie’ since my roommate was in my room studying. It was a few days before classes started and the room next door to her room was still vacant, so we went in there and proceeded,” Dana explains. There’s nothing I enjoy more than to humiliate my husband. Seeing him in pretty feminine clothes or exposed to me, and others performing menial tasks is wonderful. I told her yes, but she wasn’t satisfied, she wanted me to repeat the whole sentence, so I said that I was the loser her friends were beating the other day. What else could have I done?” Brit felt guilty

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Listen carefully Brit. We are out of time. Today, these girls did this to you, and you know as much as I know that this is only the beginning for something much worse. We both are unable to deal with this. It hurts me to admit it, but this is the truth. This girl could be your only hope to at least stay unharmed physically. And I need to know more about her to know if she is the right person for my plan. Do you understand?” Tina blushed and looked at Alice, wondering if she really meant it. Alice's gaze was firm, and Tina wilted under it. Brit raised her eyebrows. Her past experiences with her mother’s solutions were not encouraging. However, she had no alternative apart from her dark and suicidal thoughts: “what kind of solution mum? Please don’t tell me to report them to the university. You know how that ended last time” I am planning to post every week to 10 days. That way reader (hopefully I will have a few of them) will have time to read each chapter, and I will have time to work on the next chapters without much pressure. However, sometimes work happens, and sometimes I just can't find the stamina to write the way I plan to. So I hope you understand in case any delay happens. I am not one of those who start a story and leave it incomplete. This is just mean thing to do.I am a Caucasian woman, 33 years old. I believe I am not bad looking, but I can’t claim I am so beautiful, and I am sorry for that. I try to dress elegantly and in a bit conservative way. I am 163cm tall, and weigh 60kg. My body is a bit tiny but well coordinated. My skin is fair, my eyes are brown and I have brunette hair. I hope that meet your satisfaction. That's pretty mean, you know", said her mother. Her voice contained more amusement than condemnation, however. This time Brit looked with a pleading eyes at the girl who was sitting above her: “please” was all she managed to say They set the can down out here and left me. I'm pretty sure it's been at least two hours. I can hear bird noises and cars going by, so for all I know the garbage is sitting patiently at the curb. Thank goodness for this fan.

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For us it has been a journey that has taken years to get to where we are today. We have always been sexually adventurous in the bedroom and have incorporated light toy and fantasy play since we were married twenty years ago. We have touched on many fantasies including group play and bisexuality for me, the male half. Mostly vanilla with some kink but overall very satisfying for both of us.Mmmm, not much. I mean I know a few things because at times I hear her speaking with her friends” Brit said Mmmm, well…. She only slapped me twice compared to others who slapped me more than ten times. But she was laughing at me, like they did” Before half-retiring, Helen worked for almost three decades in the same luxury ladies salon. Maybe this is where everything started for Brit. While everybody who worked in the salon over the years used to do everything, hair styling, skin care, manicure and pedicure...etc; Helen was the only one with specialty. She was the foot girl. This is how she was called by almost all clients and most of her colleagues in the salon and even her bosses. I don't know how long it went on. It had to have been at least an hour, perhaps two or three; they didn't rush, and it's hard to tell time when you're in the trash. But, finally, the lid opened again, and there she stood.

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i do not think you….or us…the sissies, are weird… i think we are perfectly matched and just waiting to be pushed to the next level… and that is what drives us across the fields of trepidation…excitement …and downright terror! We thrive on an element of fear and adrenaline.. like being told to drive to the quiet lane down the road dressed en femme…and having to get out and photograph ourselves uncomfortably standing there exposed…fearful of discovery. Her most humiliating thing she does to me is that once a month i have to experience my male period. During that time i have to wear belted pads, maxi pads and also a tampon. That is very humiliating to me and she loves it. Her mother felt so bad for making her go through this again, but she had to keep going: “and did she?”

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Brit looked around hoping for some help. Other students were watching, some with delight on their faces, others with an interest in what's going to happen. Brit looked at the woman who just sold her the food, she was leaning on her counter chewing a gum. She seemed entertained by the scene. Obviously no help was coming from anybody.