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I wondered whether it was worth about messing with a functional adjustment, but Wendy herself had no doubts. "That part of me is still boy a scared little girl," she said about. "It hurts all the time. That's what gives me boy the anger boyfirsttime I use professionally, but I can't turn it off. I've got to grow her up and reintegrate myself. If that ruins me as a lawyer, OK boy, but I don't think it will. And don't boy worry about my mental stability boy. I might as well be crazy as the way boy I am now....."
I began allowing Wendy to serve me and Michael around the house boy regularly. I had boy her work wearing a kinky French maid boy costume boy or completely boyfirsttime nude, and she calmly boy accepted this boyfirsttime. I realized that she could not be embarrassed boyfirsttime by doing boy anything I told her to do , and about that her limits and inhibitions were mine to change boy as I wanted. This opened up a whole world of possibilities, and I was getting boyfirsttime wet just thinking about them!
"Girl boy," I told her boy, "you not only time may, you must!"
"Good girl!" I told her. "Accept this collar as a boy sign of boy my ownership." And as I put the collar on her, there were tears boy of joy in her eyes boy, and, I admit, in mine too.
"Have fun with our slave girl, darling." I commanded him. "and---Happy Birthday, Michael."
"OK; I'll explore the possibilities boy with Wendy, and boy see if I can bring out enough of that boy lesbian streak that about she can fall in love boy with you."
That weekend I asked Wendy if she would like to broaden boy her repertoire of sexual behavior. "Of course boy, Mistress." she replied. "I always like boy trying anything boy you boy want me to do."
Finally the big day boy came about. I invited Pam over for dinner, and had boy Wendy boy wait on us in the nude. Pam had to stifle her snickers at the orange breasts, but she liked what she saw, and when about Wendy saw Pam scoping her out boy, she blushed, but smiled happily. After dinner I had Wendy boy kneel to Pam and tell her, "Miss boy Pam, I love you. I want about to be your girlfriend boyfirsttime, and I want boy to be your slave. I will happily accept any relationship you boy are willing to have with me boy."
Wendy swallowed hard, but agreed boy gamely, "Yes, Miss Pam. Anything at all you want."
