She made me accept the woman within me.

I think she always knew I would do anything she wanted. When she handed me the panties and told me to put them on I didn’t even hesitate. It was when she started insisting I listened to the hypnosis files each night before I went to sleep, that I knew things were moving further downstream.

It wasn’t long before I couldn’t help myself. But it wasn’t until she started to introduce me to her friends as ‘her bitch’ that I knew there was no going back.

I mean, what do you say?

“Oh, I’m not really her bitch…”

No, that wouldn’t work. Besides, after she’d started forcing me to wear panties and a bra it was getting a little hard to deny it.

“Go on, you little slut, show them what your wearing,” she’d say, in the bar.

Once or twice her friends would look a little awkward, feeling compassion for me. Then she’d send me off to buy the drinks, a beer for her and an appletini for myself. By the time I came back she’d be regaling them with stories about how I could only cum anally. It wasn’t true.

I can still cum normally, sometimes. I did last month.

Then her friends would join in teasing me, and I’d feel awkward. Especially when she shared photos of me.

More than once I went to the bathroom in tears. I don’t know why she had to be so unkind to me.

But then she’d come and find me, and we’d walk home, and she’d let me hold her hand. She’d tell me she loves me really, before giving me a nightie to wear and brushing my hair.

And then she’d put the hypnosis on again.

Fiona

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