I am intact. I do not know how this is so. But it is so. I am grateful. A girl loves her cunt. It makes her priceless in the eyes of men. She need fee... no shame for being glad that it is in good working order. The feeling has come back into my arms. They have been cleansed of blood. Dorinda had put neat bandages upon my cut wrists. They no longer hurt. My hands are drawn gently behind my back. The handcuffs click. I have been told that I am still slave. I watch as Dorinda´s hands, too, are. Andrea snickered, "Now, bitch, why is it that you sissieshave no problem unsnapping a girl's bra when you want toget laid, but you can't put on one yourselves."Stephanie blushed, and meekly spoke, "I am sorry, Mistress.I am just so tired that I can't even think straight."Andrea helped her snap the bra in place. The next step inthe transformation was to paint Stephanie's toenails brightred."Stephanie, do you know why I painted your toenails red?"After not receiving a response in a few seconds,. " His voice was unrecognisable and guttural. "What?" I asked, confused. "Turn around!" he said with force, grabbing me by the hips and turning me around so I faced the wall and I could hear his short, warm breaths in my ear. He pulled my hand out of my panties and replaced it with his own. I couldn't breathe. He seemed to be going through the same thing as I heard his breath catch in my ear as his fingers contacted the wetness under my panties. "Oh my God..." he breathed as he explored with his. She had nothing to calm her stomach this time; she’d left her Diet Coke in Gunther’s car, and not thought to grab a bottle from the fridge. Distractedly, she wondered if she had drunk any of the sodas in the refrigerator twice. Requiring more logic skills and concentration than she currently possessed, Rebecca chased the question away with a wave of her hand. Thank God the nausea was only moderate coming back.On her feet, Rebecca limped to the console and stared at the controls. She had no idea.
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