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EnslavedAs I stepped into the department store, I had to resist thenatural urge to turn left and head for the electronics section.Instead, I turned right, penetrating deep into the mysteriousworld of women’s apparel. Feeling conspicuous, I tried to look asif I belonged, relieved that there were no crowds so early in theday. This was the third time I had attempted this, and I wasdetermined not to chicken out again.I knew what I wanted, but not where to find it – and I wasfar too nervous to ask for help. Of course, it ended up being inthe last place I looked. Wandering anxiously through the aislesof women’s lingerie, I tried not to look embarrassed – and failedmiserably. Everywhere I looked, I was surrounded by lacy, silky,feminine treasures. And I’m not just talking about the plain oldbras and cheap panties you see in most stores. This was a properlingerie department, with everything from garter belts toexpensive stockings to the fanciest babydolls and teddies you’veever seen.Finally, on my third pass through, I spotted the walldisplay I wanted, tucked around a corner. The moment I saw them,my embarrassment faded, replaced by an intense longing. Carefullyselecting three pairs of the fancy, floral-print panties – all inmy size – I carried them proudly to the cashier.An attractive, middle-aged woman, she smiled as she totalledup my sale. “That’ll be $13.77,” she told me. “Would you like abox?”I was tempted, but told myself this time was going to bedifferent. In the past, I’d confined my purchases to holidays,when it could be safely assumed they were gifts for a girlfriend.Unfortunately, that meant my collection was as limited as it wassmall. However, from the moment I had seen the panties in theflyer, I knew I had to have them. “Yeah, that’d be great,” Iblurted out, cursing myself for my cowardice.If she suspected anything, the saleswoman was kind enoughnot to show it. “Your girlfriend will love these,” she assuredme. “They’ve been very popular.”Blushing, I thanked her politely and all but rushed out ofthe store. The moment I was clear, I collapsed onto one of themall benches and laughed. I had done it! I had actually done it!Now that it was all over, I felt a rush of adrenaline flood mysystem, prompting me do something I had never dared before.Hurrying to the bathrooms, I locked myself in one of the stalls,stripped off my jeans, and traded my briefs for a new pair ofpanties.”Ohhh, yessss.” Sighing, I softly caressed my satin-cladcock, loving the feel of the material beneath my hands. The pairI had on was a kind of peachy-pink, decorated with elaborateyellow and red flowers. They felt so wonderful, so sexy, I justwanted to stand there and feel myself forever. Instead, I tuckedthe head of my erect penis back down beneath the waistband andslipped into my jeans.”Oh, sorry.” Nodding, an imposing, older gentleman steppedback so that I could escape the stall. He was tall, with darkhair – probably in his early 40s – but that was all I noticed asI slipped past him on my way to the door. I was half-afraid he’dbe able to see the lines of my panties, but was too excited tocare. Feeling rather proud of myself, I suddenly panicked as Ifelt his hand come down upon my right shoulder.”Hey!” Spinning, I pushed his hand away and steppedbackwards.”Just wanted to give you these,” he smiled. “You left themin the bathroom.”Snatching the bag from his hand, I silently cursed myselffor my stupidity. After all I had gone through to get them, I hadforgotten my new panties on the floor. “Ah, thanks,” I smiledback. “Girlfriend would shoot me if I lost them.””No problem.” Grinning, he held out his hand to show therewere no hard feelings. Feeling guilty for having snapped at him,I shook his hand, impressed with his powerful grip. I only hopedmy hand didn’t feel as sweaty to him as it did to me.”Thanks again.”Letting go my hand, he just nodded and walked back into thebathroom.* * *After that close call, I spent a good hour wandering themall, just trying to calm myself down. Eventually, my nerves didease, but the slippery feel of the panties on my cock was justtoo exciting to resist. “Go for it,” I told myself as I passedthe d**gstore. “Come on – if you can’t do it now, you’ll never doit.”I had to admit I made a lot of sense. Clutching the plasticbag in my hand, I turned into the d**gstore and headed directlyfor the feminine protection aisle. “Wow.” From one end to theother, all five shelves were filled with maxipads, pantiliners,and tampons. Blue boxes, white boxes, pink boxes – who could haveimagined there’d be so many brands and styles! Somewhatoverwhelmed by my choices, I wandered further down the aisle tothe shaving section.What I needed first was a lady’s razor. I’d tried shaving mylegs before with my usual razor, and the result had been abloody, stubbly mess. I had no idea what would be best, butrecognized the name Revlon from their cosmetics. Figuring theyhad to know what they were doing, I bought one of their razorsand some extra blades.Feeling a little more confident, I returned to the otheraisle and pondered my choices. “Those look good,” I told myselfas I grabbed a small, square white and blue box. Tampax Compaktampons – I knew the name and they came in an easily concealedbox. As far as pads went, I had no idea, so I just grabbed arectangular pink box that caught my eye. “Stayfree Carefreepantiliners,” I read. “Hell, why not.”Excited, I hurried to the checkout before my sudden burst ofconfidence could fail me. Thankfully, the salesclerk was a sullenyoung woman who had no interest in striking up a conversation.Quickly paying her for my purchases, I rushed out of the storewithout even counting my change.”Unghh.” Slamming right into someone, I stumbled back,prepared to apologize. “Damn, I’m really sorry. I didn’t evensee-” Recognizing the man from the bathroom, I stopped, unable toshake the fear that I had been followed.”Get everything you need?” he asked. Winking, he suggested”I hear there’s a sale on nailpolish in their cosmetic’sdepartment.””Ah, no, that’s okay.” Swallowing loudly, I tried to thinkof a tactful way to flee – without looking like I was runningaway.”You’ve never bought anything like this for yourself before,have you?” he asked. His voice was a smooth baritone, quiet butconveying confidence and power. “Probably feeling rather proud ofyourself right now, aren’t you?””Sorry, but I have to be going,” I replied, lowering myhead. Humiliated, I wanted nothing more than to get as far awayfrom him as possible.”Why don’t you let me buy you a coffee? I have a propositionyou might be interested in.”Shit. Not only had he been following me, he was obviouslysome kind of pervert. “Thanks anyway,” I replied, “But I’m in ahurry.””Ah – I see.” Reaching into his suit pocket, he suggested”Maybe this will change your mind.”No, no, no! I’d been too excited to notice at the time, butsomehow he’d managed to snap a picture of me in my panties. Fromthe angle, it was obvious he had taken the picture from above thestall door. Staring down at the incriminating Polaroid, Iblanched, terrified of what he intended to do with it.”Just join me for a coffee,” he suggested again. “I REALLYthink we should talk.”Too upset to speak, I nodded and reluctantly followed himover to the foodcourt.* * *”Yes?” Smiling a beautiful, sexy smile, the tall blond asked”Can I help you?”Whoa! Easily six feet tall, with blond hair falling all theway to her waist, the woman at the door was one of the mostbeautiful creatures I had ever seen. She was dressed in a tight,formfitting pink minidress, with matching two-inch heels. Hernails were an inch long, and painted a bright, shiny red. Tearingmy eyes away from her ample bosom, I had to look up slightly toadmire her face. Small and round, with a perfect little nose andsharp, high cheekbones, she was wearing just the right amount ofmakeup to highlight her features. “Ah, S-s-sir Mi-Michael,” Istammered, “Ah, wanted to see me.””Oh, you must be his new sissy.” I’d been hoping she was hiswife – or girlfriend – but from the way she laughed I knew shewas to be part of my ordeal. “Please, come right in.”Stepping across the threshold was probably the hardest thingI’d ever done, but I really had no choice. Nervous, I tried notto flinch as she locked the door behind me. “Ah, nice place.””Yes.” Placing the tip of her index finger to her mouth, shecarefully looked me over. “Hmm, you’ll do fine, not bad at all.”Nodding, she told me “Take off your clothes and leave them on thefloor.””Right here? Now?” Embarrassed, I had hoped I might be ableto ease into this.”Now!” Scowling, she knelt down and began undoing my pants.”And be quick about it.”It should have been arousing to have such a beautiful womanundress me, but she was so cold, so businesslike, I wasembarrassingly shrunken and limp. Lifting my feet, I allowed herto pull off my shoes, which she then tossed in the garbage.”Might as well take care of this while we can.””Ouch!” I winced as she roughly forced my testicles up intomy body. Then, grabbing my limp cock, she pressed it between mylegs and secured it in place with a wide strip of flesh-colouredtape.”As long as you are in this house, you will keep thatabomination hidden at all times.” Slapping my ass, she assured me”You won’t have need of it anyway.”What had I gotten myself into? Were the half dozen pictureshe possessed really that bad? Unfortunately, I already knew theanswer to that. The whole reason I had been so secretive about mycrossdressing was that my family and friends were all close-minded, prejudiced, fools. Alone, the picture of me taking thetampons from the shelf would have been enough to condemn me.”Yes,” I replied, “He told me that.””Good. Follow me.” Turning on her heel, she led me deep intothe house and down the stairs to the cold, dark basement. “Get upon the table and lie down on your back.”Nervous, I followed her instructions. The instant I was inposition, my blonde dominatrix shackled me to the table. Thickiron manacles encircled my wrists, my ankles, my waist and myneck. Within moments, I found I had lost the freedom to doanything more than turn my head.Running her fingers through my hair, she said “Nice length,good body, but that colour has got to go.” Long, brown, andusually tied back in a ponytail, I had let my hair grow in hopesof someday fulfilling my fantasy of crossdressing in public. As Iwatched her drag a small basin beneath my head, I began to regretmy decision.Grabbing my head, she forced it down into the warm water. Icouldn’t see what she did next, but whatever she was doing smeltawful. When she began working the foul-smelling goop into myhair, I realized it was hair-dye. It felt strange – and the factthat it was so obvious a change bothered me – but I was curiousto see how I would look when she was done.”While that sets,” she said a while later, “We’ll take careof the rest of you. We’ll start with a good, close shave, andthen move onto your makeup.” Lathering up my legs with scentedshaving cream, she continued up my body to coat my crotch, chest,and arms. Then, not saying a word, she shaved me clean withshort, expert strokes. Not once did she even nick me, despite howlong and coarse my body hair was. This woman was clearly a pro,and I was surprised to find myself enjoying this portion of myservitude.Before returning to my hair, she applied long, pinkextensions to my nails; pierced both my ears, inserting a purplehoop into each; made up my face; and rubbed some kind of creaminto my chest, making my nipples stand sensitively erect. For themost part, this was straight out of my wildest fantasy, butknowing what it was all leading up to robbed me of the chance toreally enjoy it.Finally, she finished my hair, styling my newly-dyed tressesinto a long, full, wavy mane of fire. I’d always loved redheads,and was slightly aroused to find myself suddenly among them.”Ah, could you loosen my chains?” I asked, hoping my silentsubmission would earn me a little mercy. “I can hardly feel myright hand.”She just laughed. “If that’s the worst that happens to you,count yourself lucky.” Still grinning, she said “Now, I’m goingto release you and you’re going to turn yourself over. Obey, andyou’ll be fine.”What else could I do? Nodding, I turned onto my stomach,gasping as my nipples came into contact with the cold, hardsurface.”Like that, do you?” she asked. “I can promise you it’llonly get better.” When I remained silent, she snapped “Well, DOYOU!””Yes, yes, I like it.” Damn, just when I started to feelcomfortable around her, she’d turn back into the bitch from hell.She hadn’t done a thing to harm me, but I was already emotionallydrained.”Good.” Slapping my ass, she told me to relax. “Relax, yousissy fag, or I’ll make you relax.” Gulping, I did as shecommanded, then winced as I felt her finger worm its way into myass. “I’m told these are your favourite brand,” she laughed,waving a tampon in my face. “Let’s see how you feel about them ina couple hours.” With that, she replaced her finger with theplastic applicator, slowly inserting the cotton tampon into ahole it wasn’t meant to invade.”Unngghhh!” At first, I hadn’t really felt anything, but nowI felt like I was burning down there. As she pulled theapplicator out, I found I suddenly had to go to the bathroom.”Shhhh, can . . . can you take it out for a minute?””Ha! You have a good sense of humour – for a wannabe slut.”Toying with the string, she told me “Sir Michael just loves thesight of a tampon string hanging from his sissy’s ass. Says itjust makes him wanna tear ataşehir escort it out and fuck you silly.”No, this was too much. I was beginning to think it might bebetter to just leave and deal with the consequences of exposure.Unfortunately, that was no longer an option.”Now, sissy, I’m going to whip your ass until you’re goodand red.” Brandishing a long, black leather whip, she gentlystroked my back with it. “Cry out, and I’ll just keep on going.Lie there like a good girl, and this will go much easier.”Nodding, I turned away and bit my tongue to keep fromscreaming. “Unnghhh!” Feeling the first, sharp bite of the whip,I couldn’t help but gasp out in pain. This had never been a partof my fantasy, but I reminded myself that it was no longer MYfantasy. Clenching my hands into tight fists, I used my longsharp nails to distract me from the pain in my ass. Strangely,the longer she whipped me, the less it hurt. Actually, by thetime she was done, I felt more hot than hurt, and more tenderthan sore.”Mmm, I love a bright red ass on my slaves.”Darting a glace over my shoulder, I watched Sir Michaelemerge from the shadows. I hadn’t heard him come down the stairs,which meant he must have been there all the time. It didn’t makeany sense, but knowing he had witnessed my humiliation onlydeepened my shame. “S-s-sir. I didn’t know you were there.””Why, my pretty little sissy, that’s precisely the point.”Giving a gentle tug on the string hanging out of my ass, hegrinned. “You can go now, Kara. There’ll be a small bonus for youin the morning.””Thank you.” Giving me one last whipping, she whispered inmy ear “If you want to start out on the right foot, beg to suckhis cock. He likes it when you beg.”No, there was no way I’d beg for it. I might have to submitto him, might have to let him **** me, but I would not beg.Turning my face away from hers, I waited to see what my temporarymaster had in mind next.”On your knees, sissy.” Pointing to a spot on the floorbefore him, Sir Michael added “Now.” There was no change to thetone or volume, but I could hear the power behind his words.Before I knew what I was even doing, I rolled off the table andknelt before him.”Open your mouth.” Just standing there, he warned “Don’tmake me ask again.”I couldn’t believe what I was about to do. Responding to hiscommands almost on instinct, I slowly opened my mouth wide.Afraid to even touch – never mind taste – his cock, I opened aswide as I could.”Very good.” Grabbing the back of my head, he pulled meroughly forward, forcing his cock into my mouth. Disgusted andashamed, I gagged on the torpedo of flesh, sure I was going tothrow up.”Relax and suck,” he told me, “Relax and enjoy it.” It waslike he had some kind of hypnotic control over me. Despite myevery desire to spit out his cock and run, I felt myself relaxingand my urge to gag fading. “Good, now suck it. Suck it like agood little sissy.”Shaking my head no – as best I could – I pleaded with myeyes. He could fuck my face, force me to swallow his dick, but hecouldn’t force me to take the initiative. Maybe, just maybe, he’dtire of my passive acceptance and lose interest in me.Sir Michael shrugged, his massive shoulders rolling beneathhis shirt. Lowering his coarse, callused hand to my face, hepinched my nose tightly shut. “Suck or suffocate. Your choice.”I held off as long as I could, hoping I would pass out.Instead, I panicked and decided I needed to breathe. Steelingmyself against the taste, I let the air out of my cheeks andsucked tentatively upon his cock. He tasted of sweat, not muchdifferent than sucking your finger, but the musky smell wasalmost a taste in itself. There was a very faint nutty taste -his precum I realized with a shudder – but it wasn’t as bad as Ihad expected.”Yes, that’s it. Now, I want you to lick me while you suck.”Slowly fucking my mouth with short, easy strokes, he told me”Make me feel good, and you’ll feel good.”Now that I had tasted him, I figured I might as well get itover with as soon as possible. Doing as he ordered, I marvelledat the feel of his cock in my mouth. The taste wasn’t anythingspecial, but the smooth, sensitive flesh felt strangelyinteresting upon my tongue. To my horror, I realized that it wasa feel I might come to enjoy.”Very good, sissy. Before long you’ll love sucking cock asmuch as any other girl.” Smiling, he asked “Does that botheryou?”I nodded, feeling his cockhead brush against the roof of mymouth. The nutty taste of his precum was far more potent now, andI knew it wouldn’t be long before he came.”Don’t worry – it won’t bother you for long.” Bracing myhead with both hands now, he began fucking me harder. Faster andfaster, his stiff prick slipped past my lipsticked lips, ranacross my ever-moving tongue, and banged against the back of mythroat. “Shall I cum on your face?”I started to nod, but was surprised to find myselfhesitating. I didn’t want him cumming in my mouth – I didn’tthink I could handle that – but I was strangely reluctant to havehim ruin my makeup. Damn, what the hell was happening to me?Suddenly, while I was pondering that curious development, hegroaned and shot his load into my mouth.”Unnnggkk!” Surprised, I choked down his first hot spurt,taking it right down my throat without even tasting it. SirMichael soon rectified that, pulling back a bit so that he wasexploding onto my tongue instead.”Do you like that?” he asked me. “Does the sissy like hercum?”Swallowing as fast as I could – I didn’t want his seedinside me any longer than necessary – I was too busy to answer. Iwasn’t sure how I felt about the taste, but the sensation of hiscum splattering against the sides of my mouth was strangelyarousing. I didn’t want it to be, but my body had other ideas.Finally, he slipped out of my mouth, spent and limp. Withoutthinking, I licked the cum from my lips, shocked that I had doneso automatically. I didn’t enjoy it, didn’t want to do it again,but, dammit, I was so confused!”Not bad,” he sighed, “For a useless, virgin sissy.”Tears of shame in my eyes, I thanked him for the compliment.* * *As he sewed together the ends of my red leather collar, SirMichael asked “Tell me, my sissy, do you know what a goldenshower is?””N-no, Sir,” I whispered. When he had first said he wasgoing to collar me, I had been expecting some metal monster thatcould be locked and unlocked with a key. Somehow, having thiswide strip of leather sewn around my neck was even worse. Theonly way to remove it would be to cut it, and there’d be no wayto hide that from him.”Hmmm.” He just chuckled, enjoying my innocence. Finishingup, he gave the collar a good tug to make sure it wouldn’t comeloose. Then, smoothing my long, red hair down over the back ofit, he told me “Take that mirror from the table and read yourpretty collar – out loud for me.”Staring at the unfamiliar reflection before me, I cringed inhorror. The collar was a good 2 inches wide, declaring my slaveryeven at a distance. He had pressed the letters into it andpainted them a shiny black, to best stand out against the brightred background. “I-I love cock. I w-want cock.” Slowly turningthe collar, I continued to read aloud. “I need cock.” Ashamed, Ifinished “Sir Michael’s sissy cockslut – tanya.””Again,” he told me, “And sound like you mean it this time.”I managed to repeat the words without stuttering orstammering, but couldn’t fake the emotion. The collar branded mesomething I didn’t want to be, and certainly didn’t want tobecome.”Pathetic.” For the first time, he sounded disappointed withme. To my shame, I found myself hurt by his scorn. “Again, cunt.”I repeated the words a third time, managing to keep thedisgust from my voice. I knew it wasn’t what he wanted, but Ihoped it would count for something.Crouching down before me, Sir Michael grabbed ahold of mysensitive nipples and twisted as hard as he could. “Argghh!”Whatever cream Kara had slathered on me seemed to have becomemore potent, and his slightest touch was like a slap on the face.He continued pinching and twisting until I screamed “Okay, I’lldo it. Please, please, just stop!”Releasing my raw, red nipples, he warned “Do it properlythis time, or I’ll have Kara tatoo the words all over your body.”No, he wouldn’t dare! However, looking into his cold,unyielding eyes, I suspected he would. Taking a deep breath, Iforced a smile and said “I looovvve cock. I want cock. I NEEDcock. Sir Michael’s sissy cockslut – tanya.””Very good, tanya.” Yanking me to my feet, he said “Now it’stime for your shower.”* * *Lying naked in the bathtub, I looked up in confusion. Therewas no showerhead in here, unless he had one of those hand-heldjobs. What the hell did he have in mind?”Eyes closed, mouth open,” he told me.Complying, I heard him step into the tub with me. I wanteddesperately to look up and find out what he had planned, but knewI would be punished for such disobedience. Instead, I just laythere, shaking and fearing the worst. Seconds later, I found outexactly what a golden shower was.”Auuuggghh!” Spitting the vile liquid out of my mouth, Iturned my head aside and out of the stream. He was pissing on me!Straddling my body, cock in his hand, and pissing all over me!”Well, if that’s how you want it,” he sighed, stoppinghimself, “That’s how we’ll do it.” Shaking his head, he sat downon my chest, bracing my head between my knees. “Open up, sissy.Open wide for your golden treat.”Jaws clenched tightly shut, I shook my head as much as hewould allow. Sucking his cock and swallowing his cum had been badenough, but I was not going to let him feed me his piss. Again,to my horror, I found I had little choice. Pinching my nose, hepressed hard on my abdomen, forcing my mouth to open on reflex.He obviously had done this before, because his cock was in mymouth before I had even realized it was open.”Think of it as sissy food,” he grinned. “If you wanna growup into a pretty girl, you have to drink up.” Still holding mynose, he began flooding my mouth with his hot, yellow urine. Thetaste was sharp, bitter, and vaguely reminiscent of sweat, but Iwas relieved to find it didn’t taste nearly as bad as it smelled.Gagging, I swallowed, but he filled me up as quickly as I couldtry and empty myself.”Mmmm, very good, tanya.” Laughing, he pointed out “You seemto have taken a liking to it. Your tongue is very talented.”I was horrified to realize he was right. He’d let go of mynose, but I was still sucking down his golden nectar like a mandying of thirst. Worse yet, I was licking at his cock, probinghis piss-slit with my tongue. Worst of all, his praise was makingme suck that much harder. What the hell was wrong with me?Smiling, he pulled his cock from my mouth and allowed thelast weak stream to fall on my collar. Rubbing his piss into thenew leather, he told me “Now it’s official.” Laughing, he steppedout of the tub and tossed me a towel. “Fix yourself up and joinme in my bedroom. Your clothes are lying on the couch.”* * *Butterflies in my stomach, I knocked tentatively on thethick, oak door to Sir Michael’s bedroom. I’d fixed up my makeupand hair as best I could, but had had a tough time with thelipstick. Oh, it went on easily enough, but that was the problem.I had put on way too much, and looked like a clown because of it.”Yes?””It’s your sissy, Sir. May I come in?””Why?”I knew what he wanted to hear, but I wasn’t sure I could sayit. Looking down at the powder-blue, lace and satin nightie he’dleft me, I tried to draw strength from my newfound femininity.For some reason, as my gaze settled on my fluffy, pink bunny-slippers, I smiled. “Because I wish to serve, Sir. I-I wish toserve your cock.””Then, by all means, join me.”Pushing open the door, I smiled shyly, feeling more nervousand embarrassed than afraid. So far, my servitude had been purelyphysical, but being invited to share his bed seemed so romantic.It bothered me that I thought of it that way, but I couldn’t denythe power this man had over me. I’d never had a homosexualthought in my life – and he was no supermodel – but everythingabout him screamed power and sophistication. Dressed as I was,submitting to that power seemed only natural.”Come here.” Grinning, he patted the bed beside him. “Don’tbe shy, dear. I know you’re a virgin and I promise to be gentle.”Blushing, I accepted his invitation and settled softly ontothe bed. “Thank you, Sir.”Turning my face towards his, he pressed his lips to mine andkissed me. I was shocked, but found myself yielding to him. Itfelt strange being on the other end of such a kiss – I was usedto the soft, passive lips of a woman – but exciting as well. Hewas in control, his kisses firm but not rough, and I found iteasy to respond. Kissing him back – softly, like a girl – I stuckout my tongue, hesitated, then plunged it into his mouth. Seeinghis eyes light up with approval excited me further, and soon wewere sharing a deep, french-kiss, as passionate as any I had everexperienced before.Tugging on my tampon string – which I had almost forgot wasthere – he whispered in my ear “I want to fuck you, tanya. I wantto fuck my little sissy until she begs for more.”I was finding it easier to respond to his gentle, romanticside, but wasn’t ready for that. Remembering Kara’s advice, Iwhispered seductively “But I want to suck you, Sir. I want tofeel you in my mouth again. I want to taste your cum.””No you don’t,” he replied. “You’re just saying that so Iwon’t pop your cherry.””No, Sir, I swear!” Already sliding down the bed, I grinned”I really want to taste you, Sir. Your sissy cockslut is oh, sohungry.” My words ataşehir escort bayan shocked even me, but I heard myself beg”Please, Sir, fuck my mouth. I want your cock soooo much ithurts.””All right,” he sighed, “I guess I can wait.” With a wink headded “Besides, if I cum between your pretty lips, I’ll be ableto last much longer inside your boycunt.”Hearing him tell me I was pretty made me feel all warm andtingly inside. Giggling, I lowered my head to his crotch andinhaled deeply. God, it smelled so good! Pushing all otherthoughts from my head, I focussed on his cock, making it thecentre of my universe. Right now, it was soft and limp, but Iwould soon fix that. Taking advantage of his not-yet-arousedstate, I took his whole cock into my mouth, and then opened evenwider to swallow his balls as well.With my nose pressed against his hairy stomach, I marvelledat the feel of his cock stiffening inside me. I could actuallyfeel it growing, filling my mouth with his warm flesh. Suckingsoftly, I batted his cock around with my tongue, his erectioneventually pushing his balls from my mouth. I didn’t want tothink about the how and why, but I couldn’t deny I was enjoyingthis.”Oooohhh, yessss.” Gently stroking the back of my head, SirMichael told me “You learn quickly, my sissy. Do you like thefeel of my cock growing in your mouth? Does the fact that it’syou who’ve aroused me please you?””Yes, Sir.” Momentarily releasing his organ, I smiled andthanked him. “I like it very much, but . . .””But what?””I’m afraid.””Of what?””I-I’m afraid I might come to like it too much.” Tears in myeyes, I told him “I’m not gay, Sir. I don’t want to feel thisway.”Sir Michael chuckled softly. “Of course you’re not gay, mydear. You’re responding to me just like any other girl would.”He was right. I had a woman’s hairstyle, my nails werepainted, and my chest felt as sensitive as I’d always imaginedbreasts would be. I’d just redone my very own makeup so he’d findme more attractive, and I was dressed in the most feminine ofclothes. I had completely forgotten about the limp cock tapedbetween my legs, and I had become comfortable with the tampon inmy ass. I was a sissy – not quite a real girl, but certainly nolonger a boy.”D-do you mean it, Sir?” He had made me this way, and Icraved his approval. Maybe, deep down, I’d always been this way,but he had given me the freedom to be a sissy. “I so want to bepretty. I want you to like me.” Shuddering, I whispered “I wantyou to love me.””You’re very pretty,” he assured me, “And I like you verymuch.” Pinching me affectionately on the cheek, he promised “Imay even come to love you, my dear tanya.”As I heard him say the words, I felt a dampness begin tospread between my legs. Limp and trapped between my legs, mysissy-clit had actually ejaculated! It felt wonderful – like noorgasm I had ever had before – and it was all because Sir Michaelapproved of me as a girl. Beaming with happiness, I fell upon hiscock, sucking and slurping like the slut I was. Abandoning all mypride and inhibitions, I made it my purpose in life to pleasehim, to make my master happy.”Mmmm, unnnnhggghhh, ooohhhhhh.” Bobbing up and down on hissplit-slickened shaft, I moaned in ecstasy, enjoying the moment.Despite myself, I had begun to enjoy his fucking my mouthearlier, but this was a thousand times better. I was the onesucking, I was the one eagerly taking him in and reluctantlytaking him out. Slowly twisting my neck back and forth, I madelove to the head of his cock, licking and sucking him like thetastiest of popsicles.”Arrggghhhh, soooo goooodd.” Sir Michael closed his eyes andtossed his head back in pleasure. I could tell he was enjoying mynewfound enthusiasm, and I knew the moment of climax was close.Suddenly hungry for his mancream, I began fondling his ballswhile I sucked, trying to coax out his cum. When he finallyexploded in my mouth, I took the time to enjoy it, not caringabout the white overflow streaming down my cheeks.For some reason – maybe because I had earned it – his sementasted like an incredible delicacy. I had never had the slightestinclination to taste even my own cum, but could easily see myselfbecoming addicted to his tasty treat. Puffing out my cheeks, Ilet him continue to paint my palette, wanting to swallow but mademyself wait. By the time he had spent himself, my mouth had allthe cum it could handle, and rivers of sperm were running down mycheeks.”Did the sissy like her bedtime snack?” he asked,breathless.Grinning, I crawled up the bed and opened my mouth to showhim the creamy white pool inside. Poking my tongue up through theslimy surface, I blew a few bubbles to show how much I loved hisseed. Then, swallowing, I luxuriated in the feel of the viscousliquid slowly sliding down my throat, coating it like thethickest of cough medicines. “Mmmm, sissy looovvesss cum,” Igasped, “Sissy loves Sir Michael.””Good, because now I want to fuck my little girl senseless.”Picking me up like I was nothing, he rolled me over and proppedmy ass up in the air. Scooping the excess cum from my cheeks, hespread the warm cream all around my ass to provide some naturallubrication. “Ooops! What do we have here?”Feeling him tug on the string, I turned my head and smiled.”My tampon, Sir, but I think my period is done, now.” I couldn’tbelieve what I was saying, but I honestly meant it when I asked”Please, Sir, fuck your sissy. Please cum in my sissyhole. I sowant to feel like a girl!”Grinning, he gave the string a sharp tug, pulling the shittytampon from my ass. “Hmmm,” he said, probing my hole with hisfinger, “I love a tight little hole.” Then, placing the head ofhis cock against the puckered ring of my anus, he asked “Is mysissy ready?”How could you ever be ready for something like this? I wasafraid and excited at the same time. Fear and lust were fightingfor dominance inside me, but the need to please my master wasmore powerful than any sissy emotion. “Yes, Sir.””Good.” Without warning, he slammed into my ass, shovingnearly half of his thick cock inside me.”Arggghhhh!” Burying my head in the pillow, I howled, unableto believe how much it hurt.”Relax, tanya” he cooed, “Push out, just like you were goingto the bathroom.” Leaning over to kiss the back of my neck, hepromised “It won’t take long to stretch.”Biting my lip, I nodded and tried to do as he said. Itseemed to take forever, but the pain did subside and the fireseemed to quench itself. His cock still felt uncomfortable insideme, but it wasn’t anything I couldn’t deal with. “Okay, Sir,” Itold him. “Sissy is ready for more.””Good girl.” Rising back up, he withdrew his cock until justthe head was inside me, then plunged almost three-quarters of theway in. He repeated this tactic a half dozen times, but I justcouldn’t take the final inch of manflesh pressing down upon me.”I’m sorry,” I pouted, “You must be so disappointed.”Sir Michael laughed and began fucking my ass with slow, hardstrokes. “Not at all, tanya. I only expected you to take half mycock. If anything, you’ve impressed me.” Gently kneading theflesh of my ass while he fucked, he told me “You’re a very, verygood little girl.”Drying my tears, I grinned, happy I had pleased him. Lookingback over my shoulder, I found the sight of his cock disappearinginside me incredibly erotic. The discomfort had all but passed,and I was beginning to really enjoy it. Sure, I’d be sore for thenext few days, but that was a small price to pay for keeping mymaster happy.”Oooh, Sir, fuck your sissy’s ass. I love having you insideme.” Licking my lips, I begged “I want to feel your cum, Sir. Iwant to fall asleep with your sperm dripping out of my sissyboycunt.””Unggh, you will dear,” he grimaced as he slowed hisstrokes, “But not yet.” Pushing my legs up underneath me, heturned me over onto my back. “I want to see my sissy’s face whenI fuck her. I want to see how much she’s enjoying it.”As he began fucking me again, I gasped in pleasure. Becauseof the position we were in, his cock was brushing against the tipof my bound cock with every downstroke. This, I knew, was akin towhat a real girl felt when her man fucked her silly and playedwith her little clit. The fact that mine was a sissy-clit made nodifference – I was being fucked like a girl and I felt like agirl!”My tanya has such pretty titties,” Sir Michael gasped, “Ijust have to taste them.” Lowering his head to my chest, hewrapped his lips around my right nipple and sucked hard. To mysurprise, my entire chest was swollen, leaving me with a sissy A-cup, at least. The resulting bolt of pleasure shot right downbetween my legs, and I felt my sissy-clit explode for the secondtime that night. Now that I was used to how sensitive they were,my hard, pink nipples were giving as much pleasure as my cockever could. Knowing it was only a fraction of what a woman wouldfeel only excited me further.”Yesssss,” I sighed, “That feeeeels soooooo gooooood.” God,I was in such ecstasy I was afraid I’d pass out. Physically, mypleasure was coming from my sissycunt, sissyclit and sissytits,while, emotionally, I was just thrilled that Sir Michael wasenjoying me enough to treat me like a girl. I was happy, he washappy, and that only made me more happy. I had no idea what hadcome over me, but I didn’t care anymore. I couldn’t even remembermy old name, much less my old life. I was tanya, his now andforever, and would do anything to please him.”Arrghhh, hereitcums!” Slamming into me one last time, SirMichael came inside my ass, his hot and sticky semen clinging tomy insides. I missed the tasted and smell, but it felt evenbetter than when he had orgasmed in my mouth. I regretted thefact that he had had to blackmail me into sissyhood before Icould enjoy this, but was grateful he had. As I moaned andgroaned, enjoying every powerful shot, I shivered to think howclose I had come to missing out on all this. If Sir Michaelhadn’t stumbled upon me in that mall bathroom, I would have gonethrough life never knowing what I was missing.”Oh, Sir, that feels fantastic!” Pulling him down, I wrappedmy arms around him and kissed his sweaty lips. “Please, master,don’t ever leave your little sissy. I don’t want this night toever end.””You worthless, despicable, cunt. Aren’t you ashamed ofyourself?” Scowling, he asked “Do you realize what you’ve done?””Yes, I do,” I replied. “I made my master feel good and letmyself feel like a girl.” Grinning, I licked at his nose,reminding him “I LOVE cock. I WANT cock. I NEED cock. tanya isSir Michael’s sissy cockslut, and she doesn’t ever want to be aboy again.”He laughed and tousled my hair. It felt so different, dyedred and arranged in a sexy, feminine style. I had never thoughtof hair in a sexual way before, but it was such a visible sign ofmy femininity, I couldn’t see it as anything but. “That’s what Iwanted to hear.” Kissing me back, he suggested “Why don’t you letme go and we’ll grab some sleep. There’ll be plenty of time toplay tomorrow.””No!” Wrapping my legs around his back, I hooked my feettogether and grinned. “I want you to stay, Sir. Your sissy wantsto sleep with her master’s cock inside her. I want to dream aboutyou.”Sir Michael chuckled softly, called me a slut, and went tosleep. Riding the high of my life, I soon followed.* * *”Are you sure you want to go through with this, tanya?”Sitting at my bedside, Sir Michael smiled and stroked my longhair lovingly.”Yes, Sir – very much.” I was nervous, but not about theoperation. I just hated the thought of being apart from my masterfor so long. “I’ll miss you, Sir, but I want to be pretty foryou.””I’m pleased.” They were two simple words, but every time hespoke them, I felt a chill run down my spine. Sir Michael’sapproval meant everything to me, so much so, his smile and praisecould trigger my sissy orgasms.”I’m afraid you’ll have to leave now,” the nurse told him,coming into the room. Handing me a glass of water and somesleeping pills, she told me “We’ll be wheeling him – or her, Iguess – down soon.”Looking at the glass of water, I winked at my master andsmiled. “Can you give us a moment to say goodbye?” I asked hersweetly.She hesitated, but promised us five minutes.The moment she was gone, I tossed the glass of water acrossthe room and smiled. “tanya spilled her water, Sir,” I grinned.”Now I need something to wash my pills down with.””You manipulative, cock-hungry, little slut. What am I to dowith you?” Laughing, he unzipped his pants and pulled out hiscock. It had taken me longer to come around to this part of myservitude than any other – nearly two months before I wascomfortable, and another few weeks before I could enjoy it. Atfirst, Sir Michael had been perturbed to discover that afavourite punishment had turned into a reward, be he enjoyed itas much as I did.Grinning, I popped the pills into my mouth and wrapped mylips around his cock. Flicking his piss-slit with my tongue, Iwaited breathlessly for his golden nectar. When the first bitterstream pulsed out onto my tongue, I moaned in pleasure, lovingthe feeling. It took a few seconds before I had enough piss toswallow the pills, and the rest was just a fantastic, partingtreat.Sir Michael had just finished zipping up his pants with thenurse returned. “You’ll have to leave now, sir,” she said. “I’msorry.””No problem.” Kissing me on the forehead, he promised “I’llbe here when you wake up, tanya.””And you’ll have my collar?” I asked. I had panicked whenthe nurse had demanded I remove it, not wanting to give up myoldest, strongest connection to my master. Sir Michael had escort ataşehir calmedme by promising a newer, better one.”Yes, sissy, I will.”Nodding, I watched him leave the room through droopyeyelids, passing out before the door could swing closed.* * *”Ohhhhhh.” Groggy, I shook my head, then winced in pain.”Where am I?””In the hospital, babe.” Beaming, Sir Michael grasped myhand and squeezed. “The operation went very well. I think you’llbe pleased.””It worked?” Giddy as a schoolgirl, I looked down andsquealed with delight. The doctor had recommended against it -said they were too big – but I had the soft, firm, 40DD breastsSir Michael wanted. They looked so beautiful, so feminine, Iwondered how I had ever gotten along without them. “Thank you,Sir,” I gasped, tears of joy in my eyes, “They’re beautiful.””Yes, they are.” Gently stroking the side of my tit, hepromised “As soon as you’re healed, I’ll show you how much funthey can be.” Then, smiling, he told me “In the meantime, I havea get-well present for you.”Bouncing up and down on the bed – and nearly toppling overwith the weight of my breasts – I asked “My collar? Is it, Sir?Please, say it’s my collar,” I whined. I had come to love mycollar – including the accumulated smells of cum, piss and sweat- and felt naked without it. Taking the new collar in my shakinghands, I ran my fingers along the raised letters.”Well?” Sir Michael asked.”It’s beautiful, Sir.” My new collar was made of pink latex,an inch wide, with raised black lettering. Turning it in myhands, I read “Property of Sir Michael. Slave, slut, sissy . . .””And?” he grinned.Sobbing, I cried “And wife.” Bawling my eyes out, I beggedhim to put it on. “D-d-do you really mean it, Sir?” I asked.”Yes, tanya, I want you to be mine – forever.”I was groggy and in pain, but this was the happiest momentof my life. Kissing his hand, I gasped “I always was.”* * *”Now, remember what I told you, cunt. This is Sir Michael’sday, and you had better not ruin it.” In the early days, SirMichael had used to speak like this in order to shame me intosubmission. Although I relented quickly under physical discipline- to his disappointment – the effects of his emotional tormenthad a lasting effect. Recently – to Kara’s disappointment – I hadcome to crave such delicious insults.”I would never do anything to hurt him,” I replied. Lettingher fix my veil, I asked nervously “Miss Kara? I . . . I want tothank you.””For what?” Curious, the tall blond stepped around to lookme in the face.Smiling, I said “For being there since the beginning.Without your help, I never would have been able to become thesissy Sir Michael deserves.” Admiring her naked body – not withlust but with envy – I admitted “You turned a shy, frightened boyinto a confident, wanton slut of a girl.” Kneeling, I placed aloving kiss on her clit and grinned “Thank you.”For the first time since she had admitted me into SirMichael’s home, Kara truly softened. “You’re welcome, honey.”Beaming with pride, she rubbed my face into the fragrant folds ofher pussy and told me “You’ve made me proud.”Giving her a quick hug, I jumped in surprise as the musicbegan. “Guess that’s our cue.”Lifting the end of my long, white train, my maid-of-honourwhispered “Don’t worry, you’ll do fine,” and followed me outside.The wedding – that was really how I though of it – was being heldin Sir Michael’s backyard. In essence it was the real thing,almost legal in every way. We had drawn up a contract of ‘maritalslavery’ and Sir Michael’s lawyer would make it official duringthe ceremony.Dressed in the most gorgeous wedding gown I had ever seen, Istrode slowly down the aisle, more nervous than any time in mylife. It wasn’t the presence of my parents, family and friendsthat bothered me – they would be shocked and offended, but I wasno longer ashamed of who I was. No, it was my master, SirMichael, who had my heart aflutter and my stomach churning. Iwanted everything to be perfect, and was terrified ofdisappointing him.Coming to a stop beside him, I looked up at my handsomemaster and smiled. Lost in thoughts of love and admiration, Ididn’t even realize the ceremony had begun until the lawyeraddressed me directly.I had only caught the end of his question, but knewprecisely what was expected of me. Turning to face Sir Michael, Ibegan. “If you will have me, Sir, I would dearly love to be yoursfor all time. I will love you and serve you and make it mypurpose in life to please you. You are my world, Sir, and everysecond we spend apart is sheer agony. Please, I beg of you – takethis worthless sissy to be your slave, your property, and yourtoy.”For a long, long moment, he didn’t say a word. Then, justwhen I thought the silence would kill me, he grinned “Why not?You’ve got a nice tight little ass, great tits, and a mouth likea whore. Yeah, you’ll do.”Laughing, the lawyer turned to Kara and asked “Do you havethe rings?”Nodding, she wiped a tear from her eye as she knelt betweenSir Michael and I. Facing the crowd – so they could see exactlywhat was to occur – she lifted the hem of my dress, hiked up myslip, then pulled down my panties. Taking my soft, limp sissy-clit in her hand, she slipped a metal cocksheath over it, lockedit, and handed Sir Michael the key.Ignoring the gasps and whistles of our guests – the gasps,of course, from my friends and family – Sir Michael grinned. “Wewon’t be needing that,” he said as he tossed it away. “I’m havingit soldered in place tomorrow anyways.”Stifling her own giggles, Kara turned to him, unzipped hispants and pulled out his own, much larger cock. Looking up at me,she smiled and asked “tanya?”Nodding, I knelt beside her and eagerly wrapped my lipsaround my master’s cock. My ring had been cold and unyielding -like my master – but his was to be soft, submissive, and pleasing- like myself. In fact, the ring was myself. More particularly,the ring formed by my luscious red lips.As I knelt there, sucking away, I could hear my guestscrying out in horror and disgust. From the commotion, I gatheredsomeone had fainted – probably my mother – but I didn’t care. Mymaster had deprived me of his touch, his taste for nearly a week,and I wasn’t about to let a few close-minded fools ruin my fun.Slurping noisily, I had him hard in record time, his purplecockhead forcing its way deeper and deeper. Rather pleased withmyself, I relaxed my throat and pushed myself forward, takingevery inch of him inside me. I’d been practicing with a dildo forthe past month, and had finally succeeded in training myself inthe art of deepthroat. I felt bad for having kept such a secretfrom my master – and would beg to be punished later – but his owninvoluntary gasp told me it had all been worth it.Beaming with pride, I opened wide to swallow his balls,marvelling at the feel of his warm, hard shaft as it slippeddeeper inside of me. Shaking with excitement, I raised my hand tomy neck, where I could actually feel the bulge of his fleshbeneath the skin. It was so erotic, so incredible, I orgasmedright then and there, my sissy cum shooting from the end of mymetal sheath like a rocket.Not long after, Sir Michael himself exploded, filling mewith a week’s accumulation of his seed. Determined not to miss asingle precious drop, I sucked and swallowed with wild abandon,hungry and insatiable. A few tiny streams did escape the cornersof my mouth, but Kara was quick to lick them from my cheeks.Shaking his head in disbelief, the lawyer said “Very well.Having fulfilled your contractual obligations, I now pronounceyou – tanya, slave-slut-sissy-wife – property of Sir Michael.”Clearing his throat, he finished uncomfortably “You may now,ahem, p-piss the bride.”Smiling, Sir Michael looked down upon his sissy with thepride of ownership. He had broken the boy’s spirit, reshapingfirst his mind and emotion, recreating him in the shape of agirl. This sissy was his – would do anything and everything hedemanded – and the fact that she enjoyed her submission onlyadded to the value of his property. “Do you want it, tanya?””Yes, oh yes, yes, Sir!””Then beg.” Pinching the head of his cock, he told me “Telleveryone what you want and why.””Please, Sir, piss all over your pretty sissy. Bless mypretty gown, mark me with your scent.” Looking towards the crowd,I locked eyes with my father and said “I want everyone to knowthat I am yours. I want them to know how much I love your cock,and everything in it. Your piss is like the finest wine and yourcum like expensive champagne.” Turning back to him, I finished”Mostly, I want to share your golden shower because you alwaysgive me the best fucking afterwards.””Oh, fuck, how can I say no to that?” Laughing, he releasedhis hold, drowning me in a torrent of golden nectar. I couldsmell the hot liquid, and taste the spray, but had to control myurge to take him back in my mouth. Grasping my tits beneath thewhite, lace gown, I thrust them into the stream, the piss-stainedfabric clinging seductively to my skin. An expensive, designergown from the finest of bridal shops – and it would be stainedforever. From this day forward, it would carry the yellow taintof my master, the stink of his acidic musk – and be all the moreprecious because of it.After shaking the last little drops onto my tongue, hereached down and pulled me to my feet. Taking me in his arms, hekissed me long and hard, his tongue quickly beating mine intosubmission. Then, carrying me over to the banquet table, he toldthe assembled guests “Dinner will be a little delayed. I have aworthless sissy cunt to fill first.”Helping him push up the fine layers of my gown, I pleaded”Oh, Sir, please fuck me.” Feeling like the dirty slut I was, Iscreamed “Fuck your sissy hard!”Grabbing my legs, Sir Michael threw them onto his shouldersso quickly, one of my white pumps went flying across the yard. Hewas so brutal, so forceful, there could be no doubt in anyone’smind that this was not a marriage of equals. As his engorgedcockhead rammed its way past the tiny pink opening of my sissy-cunt, I thrilled in the knowledge that he was taking my vows toheart.”Yes, yes, Sir! Oh, that feeels soooo goooood!” Panting, Ibegan humping my ass off the table, the vibrations knocking thechampagne glasses over to smash on the floor. Reaching back, Itore off my veil, revealing my long, thick tresses of bright redhair. I was obsessive about my fiery treasure – not allowing eventhe tiniest brown root to show – and had grown it almost down tomy waist. When he fucked me from behind, Sir Michael loved towrap the strands around his fist and yank my head back, using myhair as he would the bridle of a horse.”Oh, shit, you slut!” Gritting his teeth, he slammed into meharder and faster than ever before, overcome with lust for hisnew toy. “You’d better get used to this,” he told me, “Cause yoursissy-pussy ain’t ever gonna be empty again.” Taking but a momentto wipe the sweat from his brow, he continued using me to satiatehis a****l desires, telling me “From now on, if I find your assempty, you will be punished!””Uh-uh-uh, w-will you – oooohhhh – will you buy your -arrghhh! your sissy some buttplugs?” I asked between squeals ofdelight.”The biggest, fattest and longest I can!” Growling, hespread my legs even wider, forcing my hole to accept the finalhalf-inch of his cock. It was the first time I had ever taken allof him inside me, and it was wonderful. It was as if there weresome hidden switch buried deep in my ass that released all mydesires, all my inhibitions, and every pleasure-sensing nerve inmy body. From head to toe, I was suddenly one huge fucking sexualorgan, responding to my master and him alone.”Do it, tanya, fuck your master for everyone to see!” Aimingthe lens of her videocamera at my smiling face, Kara urged “Telleveryone how much you love it!””I love it, I need it, it’s the greatest feeling in theworld!” Grabbing my tits, I began squeezing the sensitive globesand pinching my nipples, adding to the already overwhelmingsensations of ecstasy flooding my body. “Unghunghungh . . .ooohhuhuhoooohh, he’s cumming, Sir Michael shooting inside me!”Jumping onto the banquet table, Kara aimed the camera at mycrotch, zooming in to capture every thrust and ripple of mymaster’s tool. “Tell us how it feels, honey!””Aiiiiieeeeee! Arggghhhhh!” Eyes clenched tightly shut, Inearly ripped the nipples from my breasts as I shrieked inecstasy. “F-f-f-eels like . . . oh, shit . . . feels like afirehose enema! I love it, it-it-it-it . . . uh, Sir! . . . it’sso hot and creamy and stickyandcummyandlovelyand . . .OHHHHHHHH!””Oh, jesus,” Lurching forward, Sir Michael fell onto mychest, knocking Kara aside. “What the hell was that?” Shocked andbreathless, he said “It felt like you fucking tried to bite offmy cock with your ass!””Did you like it, Sir?” I asked with a grin.”Damn right, I liked it!” Squeezing my cheeks, he mashed hislips against mine, his teeth scr****g along my tongue. “But whatthe hell was it?””My first, real, girlie, sissy orgasm, Sir.” It hadsurprised me as much as it had him, but I had cum simply fromfeeling him inside me. I don’t mean my sissy-clit ejaculated -no, it was something else entirely. It was something internal, aphysical sensation coursing through my insides much like Iassumed a woman’s orgasms must feel. I knew it was only afraction of the joy a real woman experienced, but it was enoughfor a worthless sissy.Picking herself up off the floor, Kara held up the camera,triumphant. “Better get your copies of the wedding video soon,”she panted. “They sure as HELL won’t last long.”While the remaining guests laughed – and clamoured for theirown personal copy – I simply softened in my master’s arms,content to just be held. There could no longer be any doubt – inanyone’s mind – I was a sissy enslaved, and the happiest littlegirl on the face of the earth.

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