Before you read my complete, and utter humiliation as a woman, let me give you a mental picture of my situation before I met Master John. I was a 20 year married housewife, with two beautiful daughters, a good husband, and a big house in the suburbs. Everything that a prim and proper college educated woman could ever wish for. Now, I am no longer a woman, just a five-foot, big titted, (40 ddd) fat, (size 14) fuck pig. I don’t even have a Christian name; I am called CUNT, nothing more. It all started when I was going through some boxes in the attic. I found a vintage BDSM magazine. As I 続きを読む