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From: dantedibby@aol.com (Dantedibby)
Subject: New femdom/Tg story:  Twist by Seurat

Don't read this if it's stuff is illegal where you are, you are
underage, or you don't like it.   Material copyrighted by the author.
You may only archive this with my permission. 

    I hope that these would be seen as a compliment to Vickie Tern's
Teasers series, which I quite enjoyed but which cut to the bone of
femdom and/or TG fiction.  I noticed that the teasers were an accurate
rendering of nearly all the fiction about femdom or TG, which shows
just how stale most of it has gotten.   

    Certain ellements are common to most stories: men are either: 1)
(ultimately) masochistic small-dicked husband type or 2) the
huge-dicked man the woman really wants.  Females are either
1)submissives one rung higher the male submissives or 2) sadistic
unloving sluts that have found they prone to exhibitionsim.

    All the stories also follow certain guidelines.  The male is
ensnared through his own frailties by a dominant who has nothing
better to do than make his life hell.   While some of his exploits may
be enjoyable at first, he is eventually degraded and humiliated into
the sissy wimp or woman he was at heart.

    How about a little variety?

    I'll get off the soapbox now.  I make no apologies for the story
bits here; you'll just have to live with them.  I couldn't have done
this without the help and inspiration of Vickie Tern, but if you don't
like them, put the blame on me.  Constructive flames only, please.  

Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.


TWIST, a series of story endings.

    by Seurat

I)   Marie arrived at home, her big-dicked dates in tow.  She'd
explained to them all about her sissy husband months ago when she'd
agreed to dominate him.   She'd had sex with all three on separate
occasions, and twice she'd taken on two of them.   And always she'd
come home to her chastity belted husband in his french maid outfit,
and made him eat her cum filled pussy or suck her ass clean.  He was
such a wimp, giving into her every demand.  Well, tonight he was going
to get his birthday present: she was bringing home her three studs to
show him how real men fucked, and if, at the end of the night, his
belly and his ass were full of cum, then he would know his true
position in life.

    The door opened in front of her, and there stood her little french
maid, made-up like a streetwalker.  "See, here's my little slut, ready
to serve as I promised."

    Hands suddenly gripped her arms, pinning them to her side, as two
of her dates held her tight.  The third stuffed a rag in her mouth and
began tying her up, her wimp husband smiling as he watched the entire
time.  When they were done, he said to her,  "Au contraire, my little
love.  I've already serviced your dates, and it turns out I'm much was
better than you.  That's part of the reason they agreed to help me
with this.  Remember that training program you subjected me to, twice
a week at the pro-dommes house?  Well, it turns out she has one more
opening in the bathroom slave/cock-sucker department.  And she's even
paying me sixty thousand for you!  Turns out she liked your demeanor,
and really enjoys breaking the strong willed ones.  No short twelve
hour sessions for you, no, she's got you lined up for the full six
week live-in course.  

    "Don't worry about the house or the bank accounts, I had them
transferred to my name weeks ago, while you were busy fucking around.
I've also found a new mistress,  one that has promised me the penus
enlargement surgery.  She said I could participate in your training
whenever I felt like it." He then turned to his three lovers and said,
"Come on in guys; they won't be here to pick her up for a few hours,
and I have a lot of fucking to catch up on."


II)  Two gentlemen, dressed in white orderly uniforms, entered the
room and approached the figure bound to the bed.  When the figure saw
them,  she began thrashing around, straining against the bonds.

    "No, Please!  You don't understand!  I'm not Mrs. Coltrain, I'm
her husband!   She did this to me, I'm really a guy!  She wants me to
believe I'm a woman, but I'm really a man!"

    "We know exactly who you are, Mr Coltrain.  We're here to rescue
you.

We know all about how your wife feminized you, gave you breasts and
changed your body so that you could satisfy her lesbian lovers and
johns when she was too tired.   We don't know *how* it happened," the
man grinned, "but it seems your former wife will be taking your place
here at the Sexual Disfunction Treatment Center, courtesy of Equal
Partners, Inc.  Although I guess that  Treatment' name is rather a
misnomer; She will be given a sexual disfunction instead of being
cured of one.   Imagine, having your body chemically altered so that
you will never have any sexual desire ever again.  Just the thought of
sex will make her violently ill." 



III) "Yes, give it to me, my little doggy!"  Her husband, having been
denied sex for weeks, slammed into his wife doggy style, his body
seemingly no longer under his control.  She could here his breathing
get more ragged.  "I wish you could give it to me like this all the
time!  God, yes!"

    "You like this?  You like me fucking you like a dog?"

    "Yes!  Does your secretary let you do this?"

    "Wouldn't know.  We're just friends."

    "Bullshit!  I know you were fooling around with her, and now I'm
going to have my revenge!"

    He kept slamming in to her, his orgasm building.  "What do you
mean?"

    "I wanted a faithful husband, and now I'm going to get it.
Faithful like the dog you are."

    He tried to stop, and couldn't.  "I don't know what you're talking
about.  I've never so much as laid a hand on another woman.  What's
going on?"

    "I hired a private detective to follow you around, and he got
pictures of you with that slut secretary of yours.  Your arms around
her, with your shirt off.  I know what you were doing!  So now I'll
have my revenge!"

    "If you mean helping her in the physical therapy pool, then yes, I
was with her.  What's all this about revenge?  What did you do?"  He
kept thrusting deep inside her. 

    She moaned in pleasure.  "A little spell I purchased.  You're
going to be the faithful husband you should be.  Now shut up and keep
fucking."  He couldn't have stopped anyway.

    "What do you mean, a spell?"

    "A spell to transform you.  When you cum, the spell will be
complete, and you'll be changed into the faithful husband I always
wanted.  Faithful as a dog, which is what you'll be.  This is your
last fuck as a man, so you'd better enjoy it!" She laughed at his
predicament.

    "Oh god.  Oh God!"  He started bucking as his inevitable orgasm
surged, and she rubbed her clit hard so that their final orgasm as a
married couple would be simultaneous.  Spurt after spurt of hot cum
shot deep into her as he exploded, and she came a immediately
afterward, their bodies collapsing in a heap.

    "There, there, my little puppy, that's a good boy."  Her hand
reached back and brushed his head as her started to shrink inside her.
"That's my arooooo.

Roof.   Roof?!"

    "Sorry, my dear," her husband said, pulling out of her and wiping
his dick on her increasingly furry backside. "But you should have
checked the spell's wording.   The witch you bought it from approached
me to see if I could beat your price, and when I found out what you
had planned,  I paid her to switch the spell at the last moment.  I
appreciate you finding such an attractive and intelligent spell
caster, because now that you are no longer my wife I can accept her
invitation for dinner and drinks.  She's got a dog she wants to breed,
too.  A great Dane.  A big great Dane."  He pulled a collar from under
the pillow and fixed it around his new pet's neck.


IV)  "Well, honey, you were the one that wanted to dress up like the
guy, and make me your girl.  It's not my fault that these lovely
bikers don't like women who imagine that they are as good as men.  I'm
sure that you'll have lots of fun being their houseboy at their club,
and you might get used to constant sexual servitude.

    "And thanks for dressing me up so pretty.  The Mendelson twins
here couldn't believe it when they found my hard dick under that lace
teddy and cute garter belt you had me wear.  We're going back to the
house now so I can show them all those tricks you taught me."


V)   "Actually, they did what your request stated, mistress.  Complete
and irreversible cessation of all sexual nerve endings, permanently.
What's left of your clit must be pretty sore.  While they were in
there, I had them remove your reproductive organs and seal your pussy
for good measure.  You'll never experience another orgasm.  I'll be
taking over your client lists, as a male dom, and I found a beautiful
slave to serve as the female dom.  She even fits into all your
clothes.  I guess the next time you schedule a castration for your
husband, you'll wait until it's been done before you pop the cork on
the champagne.  I spiked it, and had them operate on you instead of
me."


VI)  "No, my dear, it's a real cock.  Yes, a small one for now, but
that will change in time.  When you started my treatments to turn me
into your lesbian lover, It made me come to grips with my latent
homosexuality.  So while you made me into the woman you always wanted
me to be, I've turned you into the man I always wanted you to be.  The
best part is, now I get to be the femme dom, and dress in all those
kinky clothes while I torture you sexually.  So stop your complaining.
As if I could hear you through that ball gag.  Remember that chastity
belt you used to strap me into, then tease me for weeks?  Well, I
guess it's on the other dick now."

VII) Her hands smoothed the leather of the new corset holding up her
large breasts.  Below, between his/her silk clad legs, hung the meat
which used to prove she was a man.  It was starting to harden again.
"On the contrary, I think I really like my new she-male form.  By the
way, your college roommate stopped by today, you know, the one who
helped you do all this?  She really likes it and said you did an
incredible job.  She told me that your business is in ruins,
incidentally, what with the grand jury issuing a warrant for your
arrest on seventy-two counts of grand larceny.  Evidently, those
papers she prepared for you to have me sign putting it all in your
name weren't quite legal.  I guess your she made a few mistakes,
didn't she?  You know, I thought at first it was strange how much she
was helping you transform me, after all that rivalry you had in the
sorority, considering how much better than you all around, especially
in bed.  That must be her at the door.  It is!  And she brought her
stuff with her.  She's moving in with us, you know.  Or should I say
'with me'?"


VIII)     "Mom, you know all those times you forced me to perform sex
acts on you, and how you dressed me up as a girl as punishment when I
was bad?  Well, I met this woman, Mistress Jacqueline, and she said
she would unlock that harness and let you out when you'd finished
paying for all my therapy.  At twenty dollars a blow job, it shouldn't
take more than a few years.  Slurp once on that cock if you agree,
twice if you have a problem with it.  I'll take that as a 'yes'."


IX)  "Honey,  wake up.  No, don't say anything.  When you explained to
me last night that our marriage was nothing compared to Dave's big
cock, I was shattered.   When you kissed him, I was embarrassed.  When
you told me the only way to save our marriage was to blow him while
you laughed, I was ashamed.  And when you dressed me up as a baby and
put me in the crib to watch as he fucked you, I was degraded.  But if
having his cock in you made you happy, I figured my duty as a husband
would be to do my best to keep him there.  So I hit the two of you
with that tazer, and superglued him inside you while you were
unconscious.  I had plenty left over, so your hands are glued in an
everlasting hug, and your lips too in what I guess we can call an
eternal kiss.  Even those erect nipples of yours are glued to his!
You two should be quite a mystery for somebody to solve when they find
the two of you hanging from that tree out there, though what anybody
would be doing so deep in the Rocky Mountains, I don't know.  Oh well,
enjoy!" 


X)   "Sorry, dear, but your estranged sister is a much better dom then
you.  She's even brought out my dominant side, and now she's going to
let me enjoy the fun you had whipping me.  Don't worry, I won't do
anything you wouldn't have done to me.   Honest."


XI)  "So she turns to me and says, 'I'm a whore for the syndicate, so
you better get used to seeing me fuck other guys whenever I feel like
it.  If your lucky, I'll let you fuck me once in a while."

    "This was your wife?  In bed, covered in cum, balling two guys at
once?"

    "Yeah, and in the three years we'd been married she'd never even
let me so much as touch her ass with my cock."

    "So where is she now?"

    "In the back room, giving head to some guy.  Hell, if she's going
to whore herself, then I figured the money should be coming to me and
not somebody else, right?  So I made some phone calls and bought her
contract.  Before, she was limiting herself to maybe a few guys a
week, but I've seen to it that she does at least twenty guys a day."


XII) Darlene opened her eyes, and realized she was looking up at the
small hole of light that was all her slaves normally saw.  Is this
what her husband had gone through, when she had locked him in here
during the training session?   Four hours in this place!  The mouth
piece felt funny against her tongue, and the vibrating dildo pinning
her in place kept her just on the edge of cumming.  None of the other
domme camp councilors would think to look for her here; she had told
them her trip with her slave-husband would take a while, and she would
miss the entire summer session.  Now she realized the duplicity of his
scheme.  She wouldn't miss anything this summer, not a drop.  She saw
his face look down into the toilet where she was locked in place, her
face looking straight up at him.  He smiled down at her, even though
he couldn't see her.  She closed her eyes as he unzipped his pants and
sat down to relieve himself of last night's Mexican dinner.

   

XIII)     "Next time you pick up a lesbian in a bar so you can show
your sissy husband how real love is made, you better make sure she's
all woman.  Now stop your bitching; my friends will be here in a
minute and they want to show your husband how a group of leather clad
she-males torture an uncaring wife with their big dicks.  If you're
lucky, you'll be able to take his little dick in your pussy sometime
in the future.  If we let you."


XIV) "No, really, I love what your new machine did to me.  I would
have preferred to be a woman, like you threatened, but I noticed that
your program was on the wrong settings.  Instead on a woman's body
with high loads of estrogen, this man's body feels much better then my
old one, especially with this huge dick.  And its only half-hard!  Of
course, the higher loads of testosterone are going to make me want sex
constantly, so you better do a better job of sucking than that!   Who
would have known how submissive you'd turn out to be once I tied you
up.  I'm sure we'll find out."


XV)  "On the contrary, beautiful, it's *your* eyes that are getting
heavy.

The drug in your wine has made you very open to my suggestions.
Instead of me being your slave to embarrass in front of your friends
here, I'm enlisting all of you in my new company.  It's called, 'The
Perfect Wife.'  I'll be providing women like you to men all over the
country - a cook in the kitchen, a maid in the parlor, and a whore in
the bedroom.  It'll be a femmedom's worst nightmare; you'll be totally
subservient to a husband who will go bald, get fat, drink too much,
dress up in your clothing whenever he pleases, and make you do
anything he wants.  And you'll accept it all willingly as  The Perfect
Wife', knowing deep down you could have had it much better if only
you'd been a little nicer to your husband."


XVI) [With honest apologies to Amity and Thor]  Debbie watched as the
gold level slave picked up the last of his belongings, bowed deeply,
and walked out the door.   Soon her husband, who had been at the
training school for who knows how long, would be home.  A perfect
slave, ready and willing to serve her every need.  She could hardly
wait!

    *Ring*  *Ring*

    Debbie picked up the phone.  "Hello?"

    "Debbie?  Mistress asked me to call you.  There's a...problem with
your husband."

    "What kind of problem?"

    "Well, it's his training, actually."

    "I watched him on the closed circuit television all through his
training, and he was flawless!  He was the best to ever go through the
program!"

    "Well see, there's the hitch.  If you check your contract, there's
a little clause about detaining clients after they've been trained."

    "What about it?"

    "Well...it seems that Mistress has taken a liking to him, like an
artist to her greatest work.  Debbie, she's decided to keep him for
herself.  You'll be getting some consolation prizes in the mail."
*Click*


XVII)     Two figures, in latex body suits, writhe on a bed.  It is
evident both are female, though the one on the bottom has no flesh
exposed.  Her face is featureless, with only two holes under her nose
for breathing.  Her arms are one with her body, with only mitted
gloves where her hands should be.  It soon becomes evident they are
not having sexual intercourse.

    "No, I don't know why Tim snapped.  Maybe you shouldn't have
fucked a different man in  front of him every night.  I'm trying to
work on the damn zipper, so just shut up already.  Who'd have thought
he had it in him, filling your latex bodysuit with that red hot
topical cream instead of lubricant.  Gotta admire his ingenuity; you
won't be fucking anybody for a long time.  It's not my fault; you were
the one that had to have all three holes filled for our 'ladies night
in'.  You should have checked them beforehand.  Yes, I know it's
getting hotter in there.  There, I think I got it.   Open?  Why would
I want your zipper open?  I meant I finally got your zipper padlocked.
Tim and I have a date for tonight."

		

XVIII)The gurney rolled down the hallway of the private hospital, and
he watched as the lights flew by overhead.  He couldn't believe he was
going through with it.   His mind raced back to last night...


    "This would be the biggest step in our relationship, you know
that, don't you?"

    "Yes, I know."

    "And you understand that the surgery is irreversible?  That
whatever characteristics I've chosen for you will be yours for life?"

    "Yes, I understand."

    "You really get off on this, don't you?  All the humiliation, the
clothes, the sissifacation?  It really does a number on you, doesn't
it?"

    "Yes, I suppose it does."

    "And when I fucked that big black man..."

    "Richie."

    "Yes, Richie, when I fucked him, it really drove you nuts, didn't
it?"

    "Yes."

    "I mean, I'd had men with bigger dicks, but it was the fact that
he was black that really drove you crazy, wasn't it?"

    "Yes."

    "I remember that night well.  You nearly hurt yourself, you came
so powerfully.  I wonder what happened to Richie?"

    "Killed in a car crash the following week."

    "Sorry to hear that.  You really liked that dick of his, didn't
you?"

    "Yes"

    "Did you know that he had a physical anomaly that his balls were
refilled almost immediately, making every load he shot a full one?"

    "I remember that, yes."  

    "I thought you might.  Better get some sleep.  Tomorrow is a big
day for you.   If it all works out, we'll be together forever."

    "Yes, I'm looking forward to it.  Good night."


    The gurney rolled to a stop, and the nurse fixed the IV drop,
letting the anesthetic drip down into his arm.  As he faded away, he
wondered what his new life would be like.  Skirts, dresses, high
heels, all for her...


    He woke with a start, and the room was black before his eyes.  A
dull ache registered in his chest and in his groin.  Even his arms and
legs ached; probably from fat injections.

    "Are you awake?"  It was her, and he smiled.  His voice didn't
seem to want to work.

    "Don't speak.  The doctor says the work on your vocal chords will
take a while to heal.  But it worked!"  He motioned to the sheet that
lay over him.

    "In a minute. First, I wanted to tell you how proud I am of you.
This won't be easy for you, living like this.  The doctor says that
the tissues in your genital areas won't restrict blood flow like
normal 'cause of the scar tissue, so that in fact you will be
permanently aroused.  Other than that, everything is fine.  Are you
ready to see my work of art, the greatest step in  humiliation for a
sissy like you?"

    He nodded as vigorously as he could under those circumstances.   

    "Then you can watch in the mirror overhead!"  She flicked on a
light that reflected off the mirror, then down onto him.  "Here goes
everything!" She grabbed the edge of the sheet and whisked it off the
bed.  When he saw what she'd done to him, he started to
hyperventilate.

    "What, you don't like the liposuction, giving you that bodybuilder
look?  I especially like the vocal chord enhancement, which will make
your voice nice and deep.  Wait!  I bet you thought I was going to
turn you into a girl, weren't you?  Get real.  If I wanted a female
lover, I would pick a real woman.  But girls don't have nice big black
cocks, like the one Richie gave up for you, do they?  And no matter
how much I fuck you, you'll always be hard for me, with just tons of
heavenly cum!   We'll fuck constantly!  What a situation for a sissy
like you, to be the ultimate man for me!"


XIX) "Don't worry, Mistress, I'll get you out before your guests
arrive.   Wouldn't you know it, the two years you've been training me
go off without a hitch, and then this, right before all those leather
community people are scheduled to come over for my first public
outing.  Yes, yes, I know I'm not supposed to touch you while you were
napping, but I couldn't help myself.  I wanted to see what it looked
like with somebody strapped in, because I could never see anything
when I was in there.   You sleep so soundly I figured I could get you
in and out before you woke up.  I must say, Mistress, you look
exquisite with you ass in the air like that with cheeks spread wide.
Must be what made it so easy for you to get that dildo in my ass.
That ring gag was always uncomfortable, as was that inflated helmet.
No, Mistress, I'm looking for the keys.  What's that?  I'm having a
hard time hearing you; the vibrator inside you has turned on again,
and those industrial motors make a lot of noise.   Yes, yes, I know.
I'm looking for the keys to the damn fucking padlocks already.  I
didn't need them to lock the locks, and I guess I figured you would
have left them about somewhere.   What's that?  The keys are inside
your teddy?  But that part of your chest is encased in stainless
steel, so how am I supposed to get them out?  

    "More importantly, how will I ever entertain these guests for an
entire weekend?"


XX)  My Owner would be home soon, and i waited expectantly.  I stood
there in my latex servant's  outfit, cock at full attention, awaiting
my Owner's orders.  She walked into the room, the scent of leather
getting there moments before She arrived.   Her five inch spike-heeled
thigh high black leather boots clicking on the wooden floor.  Matching
gloves, g-string, and corset completed the outfit.  She was beyond
beautiful, as always.

    "James?"

    "Yes, Great Mistress?"

    "Am I a cruel Owner?"

    A trick question.  I should have seen it coming.  Think fast!
"Only when i deserve it, Exalted Bringer of Pain and Pleasure."  Whew,
close one.

    "Have I fulfilled your thoughts and expectations on how a mistress
should act?"

    Another trick.  Best divert the energy, blame it on another.  "I
have no expectations of you, Light of my Being, except that you be
yourself.  I am only a lowly slave, and shouldn't have expectations
other than those you give to me.  I've heard the other slaves say how
you fit the role of a dominatrix perfectly."  

    "A Dominatrix!  For that insult, you will be punished, severely!"

    Could be good, could be bad, depending on her mood.  "I'm sorry,
Oh Great One, and i humbly beseech your forgiveness.  Any punishment
you would deign give me i truly deserve, and i would accept it
gratefully."

    "I have decided!"  The evil grin i had come to dread appeared on
her face.  " I will...I will..."  The grin changed to a more doubtful
look.  "Shit."  It was almost a curse of frustration, said under her
breath.  Her blue eyes, cold as the ice i knew was in her veins,
glared at me.  I quickly averted my gaze, expecting a tirade to burst
forth.

    "Shit!  I can't do it anymore.  All day long, people at attention
as I walk by, denied basic human rights, fawning all over me."  She
sat on the bed, hard.  "I have to come up with tasks for them to do,
the more menial, the better.  And punishments, all day and all night.
This one gets to sleep at the foot of my bed, that one in a cage.  And
this clothing!  Talk about a pain in the ass!"  She undid the boots,
and flung them across the room.  I kept at attention.  I thought i
heard her sigh.

    "Mistress?"  I asked, bewildered.  My eyes looked up.

    "Do you know how hard it is to walk in those things?  All my shoes
seem to have five inch spike heels.  God, my feet ache."

    "Yes, Mistress.  You had me in high heels more than once.  Would
you like a foot massage?"

    She paid no attention to me, and undid the belts on the corset.
"And this thing is horrible.  Hot, sweaty, and it hurts my back.  But
it's expected, isn't it?"

    Another rhetorical question.  I was still bewildered.  She
stripped off the gloves and the g-string, and i naturally averted my
eyes so as not to see her beauty unbidden.

    "All day long it's 'yes Mistress' or 'no Mistress' or 'I've been
bad mistress please punish me Mistress'.  I'm really getting fed up
with all of it."  A look of concentration passed over her face,
replaced with relief.  "James, I've made a decision.  I quit."

    "Excuse me, Mistress?  You...quit?"

    "You heard me the first time, James.  I quit.  No more spending
all my money on latex and leather clothing, or on drugs to feminize
some guy, or on torture devices.  No more staying up half the night
torturing a slave that dropped a napkin.   No more spending my spare
time reading books on Femme dom or  torture.  No more of this
bullshit!"  She was nearly screaming in joy.  "No more, you here?!"
She pulled on a sweatsuit, and started stuffing street clothes in a
duffle bag.

    "I don't think i understand, Mistress."

    "What's not to understand?  I'm outta here."

    Panic filled me to the depths of my soul.

    "Mistress?  What about us?  What about your slaves?"

    "'What about us?'  I'll tell you what about you.  I'm tired of the
responsibility, keeping you all healthy and warm and fed.  I'm tired
of picking up assholes in bars to bring back here so I can embarrass
or degrade a slave.  With all the guys I bring back here, it's no
wonder the neighbors think I'm a slut.  I can't remember the last real
date I had, with that feeling of uncertainty as to how the date will
end.  Those first kisses, romance, picnics, snuggling on the couch.
Oh no, I always have to be the domme.  To be the Mistress.  Well, I'm
sick of it!  Do you hear me?   SICK.  OF.   IT!!!" She punctuated each
word by stuffing another pair of plain cotton underwear into the bag.
She picked up the bag, and started heading towards the door.  " What
about us', he says.",  she muttered to herself.  She turned to face me
again, and in the cold, cruel, level voice I had grown to love and
fear, said, "I don't care  what about us?'."

    It hit me like a slap in the face.

    "Where are you going, Mistress?  What should we do?"  I was
whining at that point, rocking back and forth like I had to relieve
myself.

    "Me?  I'm going to Hawaii for a vacation, and I don't know if I'm
coming back.  I talked to an old college friend of mine, and he's
putting me up for a few days.  He was kind of cute, then, so who
knows?  As for you and the other slaves, I don't care about what you
do.  The place is paid up to the end of the month, and most of the big
equipment is rented or borrowed.  You can have whatever's in the
fridge.  Live it up.  Have a party.  GET A LIFE!!  I don't care
anymore."

    With that she walked out and slammed the door.  Tears formed in my
eyes, then realization set in.  I walked downstairs into the
dungeon', where the other slaves were currently hanging in chains or
locked in pillories.  When I explained the situation, they were as
shocked as I had been.  We've since designed a contest, and the loser
has to be the dominant for a month, because none of us wants to do it
full time.  Too much responsibility.

    Who would have figured she would do that?  

    Just up and quit.  Can she do that?

    Guess so.

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