Name Your Poison

by Jennifer White

 

Armando was a dedicated fan of forced feminization. Every day after he got home from work, he would go online, even before eating dinner. He loved looking at pictures, entering chat rooms, and most of all, reading stories about men who are forced to become women.

But something felt wrong now. He had been reading the stories for quite some time, and to him, they were starting to get a little dull. There was always a sameness to them of course, based on the subject matter. But perhaps he had read so many that they just weren't *surprising* anymore.

The first time he had stumbled upon a web site with a collection of feminization stories, his eyes had almost popped out of his head! Here was a collection of stories that matched his inner fantasy. He had thought he was the only one who felt like that inside. So it was with open arms that Armando joined the community, and plunged in headlong.

There were so many stories to read! They were all good to him, but some were almost shocking in the twists and turns they took. Some would get him so aroused that he had to run up to his bedroom, and make himself come, imagining that it was *him* in the story.

But now, that was happening less and less often. His married friends told him how after a few years, their desire for their wives seemed to wane a little. Some of them had affairs with other women, to keep their sex drives up. Armando shook his head. What kind of man would betray his wife like that? It was man who had affairs that gave *all* men a bad name. A man who secretly wished he was female would never do that. Such a man was dedicated to women, because they were superior. Armando wished with all his heart that he had been born female.

So was his lower enjoyment of the stories based on the fact that he had been doing it so long that he was tired of it? It was no longer new and shocking, so it didn't excite him as much? He decided to go out to a chat room, and see what some of his online 'sisters' thought about the situation.

It was a lively discussion in the chat room. Some lambasted him for being a heretic, saying that someone could get tired of reading feminization stories. Others were supportive, saying they felt the same way.

But there was one person online, calling herself Katie (whether she was really a man or a woman), who was the most helpful. Online it didn't matter who you really were; you could be whoever or whatever you wanted to be. Katie seemed to truly understand and empathize with Armando. She said she wanted to help him. She told him what the problem was. Armando was logged in with his online alias: Femme60611.

 

Katie46: When you first read the stories, you were able to put yourself into the action. You were able to see yourself as the man caught up in the events that led to becoming a woman.

 

Femme60611: Exactly!

 

Katie46: You need something that gets you into the story more. There is a really cool new web site that does that. You have to pay, but its worth it, and there is a money back guarantee. They really do get you into the story.

 

Femme60611: Cool! Sounds like what I need.

 

Katie told him how to get to the web site, and what to do. Armando thanked her, closed his browser, and went to the kitchen for dinner. Right after he was done, he would try out Katie's suggestion.

Armando tried to eat "like a woman" at home. So he made himself a salad with chicken breast he had grilled the night before. He ate that along with a glass of iced tea, with a fresh cut lemon squeezed in. Then for dessert, he ate a low fat low carb ice cream bar.

Before going online for the evening session, Armando followed his usual routine. He closed the blinds in his computer room and his bedroom. He undressed, put on his panties, bra and breast forms. He selected a skirt at a cute top from his collection of women's clothes. He owned one pair of heels that fit his size 10 male feet, so he put those on. A wig of long black hair completed his transformation. Now he was Mary.

When Armando dressed up as a female, he had always used the name Mary. For some reason, being a girl named Mary was his ultimate turn-on.

In full female attire, he went to the computer, and sat down. He opened a web browser, and went to the URL that Katie had recommended. There was the usual disclaimer about adult content that he just skipped over as usual. Then came the first page, asking him to sign in.

He clicked on the button for "Open New Account". It asked for his name, address, credit card information, and a few other details. He filled that in, then waited 10 seconds for it to verify his credit. Once that was done, it took him to a page where he needed to create a personal profile. He started to fill in the form.

 

When you become a woman, how would you like to be?

Female Name: Mary

Hair color: Black

Hair Length: Shoulder

Bra cup size: D

Favorite top: Cami

Favorite bottom: Miniskirt

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There were dozens and dozens of other detailed questions, determining what his ideal woman would be. He answered all the questions, feeling a sense of excitement growing inside. This was cool. Instead of some story where you ended up being what someone else liked, he was going to have one where he ended up as Mary! The way he had always dreamed of. This really *would* get him into the story.

After competing the profile, he was asked to upload a current photo. Wow, they were going to do something visual too, showing how he would look as a woman. That was awesome. He picked a recent photo, scanned it in, and uploaded it.

Finally, he selected a name and password for his account. He used his regular alias, Femme60611, and his favorite password: "immary". He hit the 'send' button, and waited to see what came next. The computer came back with a message:

 

Congratulations Femme60611 on your successful registration. It is time for you to select your scenario. Please select from the following options.

 

A very detailed list of scenarios was shown. Just like on storysite.org, you could pick and choose what you wanted. He selected his favorite scenarios: mind control, femme domination, and stuck. He also picked his favorite options: hormones, long nails and french maids.

He hit the button to submit his request, and waited for it to start. He was very disappointed when he saw the message that came back:

 

Thank you Femme60611. Your scenario has been received and registered. It will take approximately 20 hours to compute and prepare. Please sign in tomorrow any time after 4:45pm to begin.

 

Armando was very disappointed! He wanted to get going with his scenario right away. But perhaps if they had to fix up his photo and stuff, it would take some time. Maybe they would show you in different stages of becoming a woman, as the story went on. That would be really cool. He decided that he would just go out to storysite.org, and read any new stories, before he packed it in for the night...

 

* * *

 

The next day at work, it was hard for Armando to concentrate. Knowing that he was going to have something so exciting to do that night was on his mind constantly. Something to really make him feel like Mary. Oh how he wanted to be her! Every time he saw a woman at work, he imagined himself in her outfit. He longed to feel the swish of a skirt on his legs, and to feel the straps of a bra on his shoulders.

When the work day was finally done, he rushed home. First he took a shower, breaking with his usual routine, so he could shave his legs. He wanted it to be really special tonight. He booted his computer up, signed on to the web site, and confirmed that his scenario was ready to go. Perfect. He clicked on the button that said "begin download now".

He pulled the shades in his bedroom, and his computer room, put on his bathrobe, and went downstairs to eat. He would have a quick dinner, then get dressed before starting. Maybe he would just gather his things, then put them on as he followed the story. That would help him feel more 'into it' too.

Armando was just clearing the table, when the doorbell rang. Then it rang again. Annoyed, he went to see who it was. Looking out the peephole, he saw a UPS man with a package. He unchained the door, undid the deadbolt, and opened the door.

The UPS man looked up from his clipboard, and Armando blushed as he realized it wasn't a man, but a *woman* he had seen. He hair was tucked up under her hat, and she had been looking down, so he hadn't seen her face. She had with her a large package. He wondered what it could be. He ordered women's clothes and accessories online from time to time, so perhaps this was something that arrived early from one of his orders.

"This is kind of heavy. Can you carry it in?" asked the woman.

Armando bent over, and picked up the box. It wasn't *that* heavy, but what the heck. It wouldn't hurt to be chivalrous. He carried the box inside, while she followed him in with her clipboard and pen.

He took the pen from her to sign the sheet, and ow!!! Something on the pen pricked him in the finger. There was a sharp little needle sticking out of the pen, and it had actually drawn blood.

"You need to get this fixed" he said. "I got poked."

The woman just smiled at him. She took off her cap, and let her long red hair fall down to her shoulders. She closed the door, locked the chain, and the deadbolt.

"What is going on?" said Armando. "What is the meaning of this?"

The woman unzipped her uniform, and stepped out of it, revealing that underneath she was wearing a black leather miniskirt, and a black leather halter top. Her back was bar, as were her arms and shoulders. She was very well built, very sexy.

"Open the box" she said.

"Hold it. What's going on? Who are you?" said Armando, alarmed. This was really strange.

"I am Alaine, but you will call me Mistress" said the woman in a commanding voice. "Now I gave you an order! Open up the box!"

What was this woman doing in his house? She was a dominatrix. Why did she show up there?

"Now just hang on a minute" said Armando, feeling mad. He didn't want some perverted person at his house. This was crazy.

Alaine looked at Armando, and shook her head.

"You refuse to obey me? Well that will change very soon. You see, when you pricked yourself with the pen, you were injected with a powerful drug which was invented by the KGB for one purpose: mind control."

"What?" said Armando.

"It takes only two minutes to kick in. You only have seconds of free will left. Once it takes hold, you will be completely *mine*. You *will* obey me, and you *will* do exactly as I say."

"Get out of here! Go!" said Armando.

"Is that any way to talk to your Mistress? *Mary*?"

Mary! She had called him Mary! She knew about him! Suddenly, a chill went up and down his spine. Mind control. Female domination. The name Mary. These were all parts of the scenario he had registered for online. He wasn't about to read a story with him in it. He was about to *live* it.

Armando rushed over to the box to open it. What had she brought him? He tore off the brown paper wrapping. He pulled apart the cardboard flaps, and reached inside. After peeling back the tissue paper, he saw what she had brought over: a French Maid uniform! Another part of his fantasy.

"Now you understand" said Alaine. "And it has been two minutes, so why don't we try this again. On your knees. Slave."

Armando felt weak all over. He looked at her, feeling his legs tremble. He didn't want to do it, but he collapsed to the floor, kneeling before her. He was looking up at her, seeing her large breasts wrapped in black leather hanging over him, and her long red hair cascading down from her head. She had *forced* him to kneel. She had *controlled* him. He was excited beyond belief.

"From now on, you are my slave. You will address me as Mistress."

"Yes Mistress" said Armando.

"Good slave" she said, petting him on the head condescendingly, like you would do to a dog who just sat for you.

"What can..." started Armando, before Alaine cut him off.

"Silence!" she ordered, in a surprisingly loud voice. "There are a few rules for you, slave. Acknowledge them to me as I tell them to you. First, you are not allowed to speak, unless spoken to."

"Yes Mistress" said Armando.

"Second: you will obey me in all things, without question, with out hesitation."

"Yes Mistress."

"Third: I have taken away your manhood. You are no longer a man. You are my slave, and from now on, you will have a female name. And that name is Tammy."

No! He wanted to be Mary! He didn't want to be 'Tammy'! How could she do this to him? She was making a mistake. He wanted to cry out! He wanted to make her call him by his correct female name! But under the control of the drug, he was powerless to resist her.

"Yes Mistress" he said.

"Tell me who you are" she ordered.

"I am your slave, Tammy."

"Very good Tammy. Now take off your clothes."

Armando stood up, and stripped naked. He was realizing that things had spiraled out of control for him. His name was going to be Tammy now. *He* was not in control of this fantasy now. All control had been relinquished to Mistress Alaine. The realization both frightened him *and* excited him at once.

"Take a shower, and rid yourself of all that body hair. You're not a man anymore. I am taking that away from you. I'm glad you shave your legs already, but what about your chest? Your underarms? How can you look feminine if you are covered with hair? Go! Get rid of it all!"

Armando went to the shower, and spent quite some time getting rid of the hair on his body. It took a while, but he did it. Now hairless, he came back to his Mistress to find what he was to do next.

"Put these on" she said, handing him a set of white lacy panties, and a matching bra. The bra was several sizes larger than he normally wore, and had an underwire. He expertly put it on, and waited to see what came next.

"I have breast forms..." he started.

"You will wear these" said Alaine, handing him a new pair. Armando had been wearing ones in a C-cup. But these were D's or DD's. His had the right shape, and a dark spot on the end where the nipple would be. But the new ones Alaine gave him to wear had a very large, dark, prominent nipple built in to them. He put them into his bra, and looked down.

Wow! They seemed so big! Way bigger than what he was used to. And the shape of the prominent nipples were quite visible, even through the lacy material of the bra. Although he liked the idea of being a woman, this all had the effect of intimidating him, and making him feel even less in control. He was being forced to have breasts bigger than the ideal size in his mind, and his nipples would be visible, even when he wore clothes.

"Do you like your boobs Tammy?" said Alaine.

"Yes Mistress" replied Armando.

"Good. Because soon, you will have *real* ones that size."

 

Armando felt floored. Real ones? Then he'd never be able to live his life as a man. Everyone would know he was a woman. He didn't want real ones! This was a game, not what he wanted to be full time. For the first time, fear welled up in his eyes.

"Lets see. Hormones. You like scenarios with hormones. That's good. Because you are about to take your first dose of estrogen. That is how we are going to make your real boobs grow. Female hormones in your system will cause some changes. But you know all about that Tammy, don't you?"

"Yes Mistress" said Armando, who was well past terrified now. When he put 'hormones' down as part of his favorite scenario, he meant it as fantasy. But Alaine was about to make it a reality for him. He was well aware what effects female hormones would have one him. With a high enough dose, it could even effect the brain enough to change how you thought, how you felt, your desires...

Alaine was holding out her hand, with three pink pills.

"Take these, Tammy. They will help you become a real woman."

Armando's hand was shaking as he took the pills from Alaine.

"On your knees" she said.

He kneeled down. She handed him a glass of milk she had poured while he was in the shower.

"Milk" she said. "That is what the mammary glands in your breasts produce. So it is symbolic that you will use milk to wash down your very first dose of female hormones. Repeat after me: With these pills, today I become a woman."

"With these pills" echoed Armando in a shaky voice, "Today I become a woman."

"Take them."

He put the pills in his mouth, and washed them down with the glass of milk.

"Now you have *female* hormones in your system. Soon, they will enter your bloodstream, and begin their work. They will alter your cells, triggering the female functions hidden within your very own DNA. You are on your way to becoming a woman, Tammy."

It was one thing to read a story about being turned into a woman. But to *live* it was another thing all together. As aroused as Armando had been the first time he ever read a feminization story...this had to make him feel one hundred times more aroused. By giving himself over to his Mistress, he was able to feel far more feminine than he ever had before.

He looked up to Alaine with love, admiration, and appreciation in his eyes. He would do anything for her now, even if she didn't control him. Anything. She had made him feel better than he had, in his entire life.

"Put these on" said Alaine now, handing Armando a pair of dark silk stockings, and a garter belt. He had worn nylons many times before, but having real silk around his legs was an even better feeling. They were dark, sheer, and sexy. He had never worn garters before, and that was exciting too.

Next, she gave him a white blouse to wear. It had long sleeves, which ended in a frilly lacy cuff. At the top was also a wide band of lace, which went around his neck. He felt a little choked when she closed it around his neck. He realized it would hide his Adam's apple. The frilly lace was very pretty and feminine.

But when he looked at himself in the mirror, he was a little taken aback. Not only could you see his bra underneath the blouse, with it's sheer white fabric, but you could see every little detail of the lace in the bra. The blouse was tight across his chest, and his nipples were very visible through it. He felt so intimidated! He felt so weak! He felt so controlled! He had never believed this was possible.

 

Next came the black outfit for the maid uniform. There was a skirt that came down to around his knees, and a top like a vest that left his sleeves visible. He had worn skirts many times before, but when Alaine added on the white frilly apron, he again felt so weak and so much in her control.

She had him put on his wig, then she pinned up his hair, and put on a matching white cap which completed the uniform. She also had black shoes with a six inch heel that she told him to put on.

He looked in the mirror, and he had never felt so much like a woman before. And that was even before she started to put makeup on his face, put long 'press on' nails, and paint them a shimmery pink color. Then she added a necklace, several rings on his fingers, and long dangling clip-on ear rings.

As a final touch, she sprayed him with a floral perfume. He wanted to cry, he was so happy. But he didn't want to smear his mascara, or have to dab his eyes and smudge the shimmery silver color on his eyelids.

Armando was now Tammy. A slave of Alaine's, a pretty maid, with female hormones flowing in the bloodstream.

 

"You are my slave and my maid now Tammy" said Alaine.

"Yes Mistress" said the happy man looking at her from his knees.

"So far, you have had a pleasurable experience. Now it is your turn to give me pleasure."

She made him follow her to the bedroom, where she removed her skirt, and laid out on the edge of the bed. She wasn't wearing any panties. Her bare pussy was there, ready for him.

"Go down on me Tammy" she ordered. "Put your face right in there, and use your tongue. That is how one woman gives another woman pleasure. You're a woman now, so this is how you will do it from now on."

Armando got down on his knees, put his head between Alaine's legs, and went to work on her. She guided him and prompted him for how hard to go, or how soft, where to touch her, and where not. She made him bring her to orgasm again and again. When he was done, the juice from her pussy was dripping down his chin, and he had to wipe it off on his white frilly apron.

"Very good Tammy. Now, I'll teach you something else."

Alaine had a surprise for him now. She went out of the living room where her purse was, and returned, holding something behind her back. Armando was interested and curious as to what it might be.

"Close your eyes" said Alaine, which he naturally did.

She guided him to the side of the bed again, where he had just gone down on her. She sat on the edge again, just as before.

"Open your eyes Tammy" she said.

Armando opened his eyes, which were pointed at her crotch again. But this time, instead of seeing her wonderful sweat pussy, he saw something else: she put donned a strap-on, and he was looking at a very realistic set of male sexual organs. Armando's eyes were bugging out of his head.

"Suck me" said Alaine.

She put her hand on Armando's face, and pressed to force his mouth open. She put her other hand on the back of his head, and applied a light pressure.

"Open wide. Take it all in Tammy" she said. "And don't shut your eyes. You need to watch as you do this."

No! Armando had *never* in any way wanted anything like this, in any of his wildest fantasies. He wanted *women*. He was grossed out at the thought of being with a man. But now his mouth was full, and she was making him suck on the strap-on. In and out. In and out.

"Get it good and wet Tammy" she said. "You'll want it really lubricated for what we're going to do next."

Armando was now beyond scared. What was she going to do to him? Scenario after awful scenario flashed before his eyes. And his worst fears were realized when Alaine told him to stand up, take off his panties, and lay face down on the bed.

"Spread your legs wide" she said, giving them a nudge open. She pulled up Armando's skirt, and forced herself in. With each thrust, she did it harder and deeper. Armando moaned. Was it pain? Was it pleasure? He was so confused that even he didn't know at this point.

"Now you are a woman" said Alaine as she pulled out for the last time, leaving him whimpering. She kissed him on the cheek, and went to the bathroom to wash up.

 

* * *

 

When Armando was done with *his* turn in the bathroom, he was a beaten man. He felt that his fantasy had gone so far beyond what he had envisioned, that he didn't know what was going on anymore.

He went out to the living room to see what Alaine was doing. She was just hanging up the phone.

 

"There you are Tammy. I have some guests coming over to your house, and you need to clean up. After all, you are a maid now."

She made Armando scrub the floor, vacuum, straighten up, and start cooking dinner for the guests. It was his house, but she was inviting people over! To his house. He scrambled to make everything look as nice as he could.

"When my guests arrive, you may call me Ma'am. I am still your Mistress, but in front of guests, you can pretend to just be a servant."

"Yes Mistress" said Armando.

The doorbell rang, and Alaine looked over to him.

"Tammy, go get the door."

He went over to his own door, and opened it up. There were three ladies there, and he showed them in.

"Ah, Joyce! Good to see you" said Alaine. "Betsy! Your hair looks nice. And Sue, you've lost weight, haven't you?"

They all hugged each other, and started to chat.

"Tammy, go bring drinks for my guests."

"Can I get you something?" said Armando, shyly.

They all gave their orders, and he scrambled off to get their drinks. Alaine told him to stand by the table, and be ready to get anything. He poured water for them when their glasses were low. He refolded their napkins if they got up to use the potty. He did every little thing they needed, or asked for.

All the while, he had to be silent and listen as they talked. They ranted against men, and all the terrible things men had done to them. How their husbands didn't listen to them, neglected their feelings, or worse. Armando felt shame that he was really a man. What kind of man did the things these women were complaining about? How could a person call himself a man, but mistreat his woman? Armando was proud that he was a woman now, one of *them*. Instead of this awful creature called a 'man', that they kept complaining about.

As they talked, the topic drifted. They did get upset for all that men did to them, but they all realized that they did need a guy in their lives. They started discussing who was dating who, which guys were cute, which ones were good in bed.

"I heard that Roger was dating Caroline now" said Betsy.

"But Luanne said he was lousy in bed" replied Joyce.

"She told me he was a good kisser" said Alaine.

"Those are hard to find" added Sue.

Armando blushed as the 'girl talk' heated up and got more explicit. He was able to listen in on every word! It was a revelation to hear women talking to each other, by themselves, with no men present. He didn't count as a man now. They all looked at him as a woman.

 

* * *

 

After the guests were gone, Armando was washing the last of the dishes.

"You did an excellent job serving my guests Tammy" said Alaine.

"Thank you Mistress" replied Armando.

"For your good service, I have a reward for you."

She went out of the room, and returned a few moments later holding a hanging bag in her hands. She handed it to Armando.

"This is for you Tammy."

Armando took the bag from her, unzipped it, and looked inside. It contained a red dress, with sparkles built in to the top. There were a pair of glittery red high heel shoes in a clear plastic bag too.

"Put it on" she said.

He was overwhelmed by the generosity. He went back to his room to change, and noticed her dialing someone from her cell phone. But he wanted to wear this pretty dress. He took off his maid outfit (carefully placing the clothes on the bed so they wouldn't get all wrinkled). Then he put on the wonderful dress and the shoes, which were just his size. He felt so wonderful to be in such a pretty outfit. He had never owned a party dress like this before.

He returned to the living room, to show it off for Alaine. He twirled around for her to see.

"Very pretty. That is a good color for you."

"Thank you Mistress."

"Now I have another gift for you" she said.

"What is it?" said Armando excitedly.

"Your name. Mary. From now on, you are Mary, but on one condition."

"What! Anything!" said Armando. He was going to be Mary now! This was his dream come true!

"If you are to be 'Mary', you must really be her. You must think of yourself as Mary. You must believe in your heart that you are Mary. By taking this name, you are surrendering to your feminine side. You are giving up the last vestige of your manhood. In your mind now, you are a woman."

Armando nodded in agreement. And with that gesture, he agreed that he was no longer a he. He was no longer Armando. Instead, *she* was *Mary*.

"I agree" said Mary.

"Excellent. Now go let your hair down, fix it up, and touch up your makeup. I will have another surprise for you by the time you get back."

Mary was excited. *She* loved Mistress Alaine's surprises. She went to the bathroom to fix her hair and her face.

 

When Mary returned, she was shocked to see that Alaine was not alone. There, sitting across from her on the couch was a *man*. He was tall, with dark hair, and a well groomed mustache.

"Mary, this is Kent."

"Hello Mary" he said.

"Hello" she replied shyly. Mary looked helplessly at Alaine. What was she going to do to her now? Mary didn't like men. She wanted to find a woman for herself. Kent scared her.

"You will like Kent" said Alaine. "He is very strong, and dominant. He likes to be in total control of a relationship."

Mary gasped. This was not good.

"I am giving you to him as a gift. You are his girlfriend now. You have been well trained. You will please him, as you please me."

Mary looked exasperated, and shocked. Alaine and Kent just smiled.

"Come here" said Kent, strongly and firmly.

Mary's knees felt weak. She turned to him, and walked near to where he sat.

"Very good Mary."

He got up, and kissed Mary on the lips, while his hand squeezed her butt. A strange tingle of excitement ran through her as his hand lingered on the back of her skirt. No! She didn't want a man! Why was Alaine doing this to her!

Alaine got up, and walked towards the door.

"Mary, come here. I need to tell you something."

Mary went to the door, next to Alaine.

"Two things my dear" she said. "First of all, as you can see, you belong to Kent now. You are his, like you were mine. You may never see me again, but your relationship with Kent will go on for as long as he sees fit. You cannot leave him. You are stuck now, and will be Mary for as long as you live."

Mary felt a sickness in her stomach. Without realizing it, she had set events in motion to cause this all to happen. The 'stuck' scenario had been one of her choices. She had done this to herself. Now she was trapped. She was Mary, and could never go back. She was going to have a boyfriend, and could not stop it. She didn't want a boyfriend! But Alaine was forcing her to do this all.

"Tell me that he is your boyfriend" she said.

"Kent is my boyfriend" said Mary.

"Tell me that you are his girlfriend."

"I am his girlfriend" said Mary.

"Tell me you are his, and you will do whatever he wants."
"I am his. I will do whatever he wants."

"Tell me you are a girl, and you like boys now."

"I am a girl now, and I like boys."

"Believe it!" ordered Alaine.

"I believe it" replied Mary. She really did

"Wonderful!" said Alaine, who proceeded to kiss Mary on the cheek.

 

"Good-bye dear" said Alaine.

"Good-bye" replied a frightened Mary. "I can't believe you made me like boys. I can't believe you have that much control over me."

"One last thing I wanted to tell you" said Alaine. "There is no such thing as a mind-control drug. Everything you've done, was because you really *wanted* to. This is what you wanted all along, and what you asked for. Now go to your boyfriend. He is waiting for you."

Mary turned towards Kent, with fear and panic in her eyes, as Alaine closed the door and left for good.

"Enough of your silly woman talk. Get over here now" ordered Kent gruffly. He undid his belt, and unzipped his fly.

Mary scurried over, eager to make her new boyfriend happy. She got on her knees in front of him, submitting to his will, and fully entering her new life....

  

  

  

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