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ES2C 18 The Group Part 4

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August 2002

This is a sexually graphic story with adult

content. You must be 21 years of age to read.

The characters in this sexual fantasy story are

imaginary, and are not a representation, in any

manner, of any real world person or situation.

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THINGS DIPICTED IN THIS STORY.



TITLE: The Group - PART 4 (Chapters 7 - 10)

BY: Es2c

STORY CONTENT: (TV/TG, MM, Mdom, D/s, Wry Logic)

STORY SUMMARY: This fantasy story depicts experiences of

Albert, a recent college graduate, who discovered months

earlier, he had latent attractions to men who are well

endowed. He also discovered, with some help, that he finds

an overwhelming joy from submissively submitting to men

sexually. It is a long time neighbor, Mr. Wilson, who has

acted as a father figure in years past, who caused the

graduate to discover those latent feelings. Because of

Albert's amicable and unassuming nature, Mr. Wilson

continually mentors the graduate in the ways of sexual

submission, and nurtures the graduate into having positive

wholesome feelings about being sissified, submissive,

subjugated, and dominated by men. Albert, perceiving that

it's natural for him to accept the path Mr. Wilson has

guided him down, willingly slips deeper and deeper into a

relationship, where Mr. Wilson becomes his dominant

mentor/master. In conjunction with other neighborhood men,

they and Mr. Wilson eventually become known as The Group to

Albert. Additionally, once Albert's mother discovers her

less than masculine, soft, weakling of a mollycoddled son's

situation, she comes to the realization that being a

dominated sissy is best for him.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story attempts to incorporate the

erotic tonality from such classics as "The story Of O" (By

Pauline Reage) and "Philosophy In The Bedroom" (By DeSade),

as well as from other writings of Leopole Von Sacher-Masoch

(Masochism) and DeSade (Sadism). The objective is to fuse

them into a fantasy story dealing with adult sissification,

or male feminization, and Male Domination, without any

extreme violence. My goal is to glue it all together with

a rich mixture of explicit and earthy erotic language,

befitting the TV/TG story genre.

CAST:

Albert/Alberta's mother
Albert/Alberta - Son (Graduate)

The Group (Neighborhood Men):

Mr. Wilson

Mr. Mitchell

Mr. Lemson

Mr. Jones

Mr. Hudson



(((((((CHP 7: MORE WHORING EXPERIENCES ))))

"Well Alberta, you told me about your first set of

tricks. Tell me more about some of your other more

memorable whoring experiences."

"Okay. Hmmm, let me see. If I had to pick one of the

more interesting ones, it would have to be one of my

regulars. His name is Jake. He's black and he loves to

fuck my mouth as if it's a hot wet juicy gutter whore's

cunt. Those are his words by the way. At first, I was not

routinely use to such rough mouth fucking, even though the

Group had trained me to handle such situations. However,

after the first time, I got use to Jake's rhythm and he and

I worked out okay. Even though at first, I was a little

uncomfortable with his hard meat banging up against the

back of my throat, I clamped my lips and tried to make his

face fuck of me good for him. You see, I didn't want to

displease him, or disappoint Mr. Wilson's expectations of

me, even though the man was basically raping my mouth."

"It's the submissive sissy in you darling. It always

wants to please."

"I guess you're right mother. I say that because when

Jake got off and ejaculated in my mouth, I think it was as

good for me as it was for him. Well, Jake paid to take me

to meet some of his buddies. I was excited about going

with him. I knew full well, that more than likely he was

going to subject me to the same treatment as he did

before."

"Well, did he?"

"Yes ma'am and more. His six buddies were as horny as

they come. They pulled a suck and fuck train on me. My

mouth and pussy-ass was continuously stuffed. Their iron

hard rods all came at least twice and shot some very heavy,

as well as tasty too, I might add, wads of hot sticky semen

in me. The other thing that delighted me was the sweet

sounds of hearing voices I'd never heard before calling me

a sissy and whore. These words were music to my ears. I

really adore being called a "sissy faggot cocksucking

whore. However, it was obvious they didn't think of me as

more than a fuckable white trash faggot. I was told that

repeatedly. I really enjoyed being treated as a piece of

"Faggot fuck meat"- their words. Even though I was tired

out by the horny crew, I persevered so as not to displease

them. Also, I didn't want my actions to reflect badly upon

the Group, since my tricks had expectations from him of

being able to treat me as a "gutter fag fuck"."

"Dear Alberta, you certainly are something. Was this

your first train pull as a whore?"

"Yes it was mother. I was tired, but very happy having

endured it. I was also a mess too. In fact, I was so

slimy. The crew of men and they didn't give me time to

clean up much before Jake and the three of them threw me in

the trunk of their car for the ride back to town. Once we

were at the Group's apartment, they opened the trunk and

literally pulled me out and pushed me to the ground. I

could hear the men laughing uproariously at my plight. As

my eyes got use to the dim light, Mr. Wilson was standing

above me when I turned my face skyward out of the damp

muddy spot I landed in. It was then that I saw the man

handing Mr. Wilson some tip money for the group's gang bang

of me and compliments. I overheard Jake saying I was a

great piece of "faggot ass" and gave "good head". Despite

their treatment of me, I knew I couldn't be angry at them

for their conduct after they made such wonderful praises to

Mr. Wilson for my having pleased their big hard dicks and

consuming abundant amounts of hot jism."

"Wilson told me you've done exceedingly well as their

whore."

"I try to give my best for the customers. I felt

exceptionally good and proud that Jake had given Mr. Wilson

an excellent assessment of my actions. It was such a good

feeling to know that I had not disappointed Mr. Wilson or

the Group and that I also had provided the pleasure sought

by the customers from their use of me.

"One fond incident I'll remember was the almost

continuous mouth fucking by this party of customers. They

came in my mouth eight times without me having an

opportunity to wash down or rinse the residual jism slime

out between their hot viscid gluey ejaculations. My mouth

became very slimy and sort of gummy, as the outside of my

lips was a perpetual ring of melded white dick goo from the

drool and froth seeping from around the literally

continuous face fucking actions of my customers' big, long

hard dicks. As I recall, collectively, they had some of

the prettiest bloated and swollen dick heads I've seen.

"After the last of Jake's buddies finished spurting

his thick jism in my mouth, the gummy slime coating my

tongue and lining the interior of my mouth was nothing like

anything I'd experienced before. My jaws were tired from

being opened so wide for the men's mammoth black dicks.

When I tried to open my mouth to speak, it was a conscious

effort, and I had a lisp as I tried to speak, from the

gummy cum glue coating. My speech returned to normal after

I washed up."

"I'm sure the taste of all that melded jism was

awful."

"Quite the contrary mother. Remember, I'm a sissy fag

whore. I loved the stuff. It was like having my mouth

coated with strawberry jam. It was very good, and even

better as I was able to rinse and swallow it down."

"Hee! Hee! Forgive me you little cum loving sissy fag

whore. I should've known being mouth slimed would've

agreed with you quite well."

"You're forgiven mother, and yes, it does agree with

me rather well. Needless to say, I went to bed that night

very pleased at myself and my accomplishments."

((((((((((((CHP 8: WHORE'S JEWELRY )))))))))))

"Also mother, the men pretty much require me to wear a

dress or skirt and blouse, whenever I'm whoring."

"Well Alberta, the nylons really do so much for your

legs. Your legs are shapely for a guy anyway, so nylons

really accentuate and enhances their beauty and I'm sure

arouse your customers."

"Thank you mother, and I certainly hope they get men

hard for me. I love the idea of men getting a hard-on

because of me."

"You sure looked sexy enough to do so, all dressed up

in whorish drag."

"Why thank you. As I started turning more and more

tricks, the men feminized me even more for their increased

pleasure and the men I was rented out to. This is really

when I started wearing more make up and jewelry."

"He said you really seemed to like wearing pearl

jewelry."

"Yes I did mother. He called it the adornments of

choice for sissies. I have to admit, wearing a necklace

that consisted of a single string of pearls, and a matching

bracelet, are such a lovely but bold statement of

femininity. Mr. Wilson said when men saw me wearing such

jewelry, there would be no doubt of my intent. They would

know I was there in that room to get some dick. And you

know what mother?"

"What dear?"

"That's just the way I felt too. Seeing the glitter

of gold set against the whiteness of the pearls, portrayed

such an obvious symbol of femininity and lack of

masculinity. The sight of such gems on me made me feel

naughty and wickedly wanton for men to subject me to their

hard male sex tools."

"Wilson told me it was obvious the pearl necklace,

bracelet, and rings really turned you on to being a good

sissy scum bag of a whore."

"Hee! Hee! He really has a way with words. But I

have to admit, I never felt more proud of myself than when

I went on another gang bang at a private men's club. I

intentionally swished, pranced and strutted into a room of

obviously horny men. I was adorned in whorish makeup,

pearls, low heel pumps and wearing a sheer black mini

dress. I felt so splendid and excited at it being so

apparent that I'd come there to be used and enjoyed by the

men and their poles of rigid meat."

"It sounds like the whore in you did come alive all

right."

"It did mother. My self esteem really seemed to rise

as the men, who I knew were going to be poking my mouth and

ass with their dicks, started making cat calls at me and

saying all sorts of disparaging and degrading things about

me as a scuzzy sissy whore. As we've discussed earlier,

Mr. Wilson said such negative praise would thrill me.

Well, once again, he was right. It did. It added to and

fueled my sexual excitement even more. The more the men

put me down and said nasty things about me being a trashy

faggy scum dump tramp, the more I wanted to live up to

their expectations. As Mr. Wilson helped me discover, my

self-esteem rises as others dump on me and use me as the

target of their ridicule and derision. I'm so thankful for

him opening my eyes to that. He used this as another

example of my usefulness to others and how I'm able to

please others in ways I've never imagined. Isn't he

brilliant at discovering such things?"

"Yes he is, my darling son Alberta. However, just as

in my analogy of the maggots in the barnyard manure, you

too should delight and be contented as you wallow in the

abasement others heap on you."

"Yes ma'am, I'll remember your advice. But speaking

of wallowing, when a group of men get through using me, no

matter how careful I am at trying to prevent it, some of

their abundant spends of semen seems to end up being

smeared, splattered or sprayed on me, as well as dripping

from me. However, laying there wallowing in the men's

spent slimy semen makes me feel so accomplished a-and

complete... and, uh, well sort of whole."

"Sweetie, that's because wearing their slimy

discharges is proof positive that you've proven yourself as

being woman enough to extract cum from a man. After all,

that is the basic biological function of a woman, and when

you do that, it's an achievement that is of great conscious

and subconscious pride to you."

"Oh mother, again you have made a profound statement

that I'll always remember. Thank you so very much in

helping me to better understand myself."

((((( CHP 9: DISCIPLINE FOR A SISSY))))))))))))

"Dear, another thing I'm so glad I've come to realize

is that Mr. Wilson and the other men were really giving you

what you needed, by disciplining you and weren't actually

abusing or assaulting you as I originally perceived."

"I am too. Even though the spankings and whippings

cause me pain, I came to realize that every lash, slap, and

hit was for my own good. Mr. Wilson proved to me several

times that that I needed to be whipped to better understand

myself. He would cuddle me after my spanking or whipping

and let me suck his dick, or those of the other men. This

was done to show me that they'd forgiven me for objecting

to them whipping me in the first place. Even though my ass

would be burning from the pain they'd inflicted on me, I

did feel emotionally better and contented after my corporal

punishment was over. Especially when I was treated to a

hard dick to suck. The man would cuddle my head to his

crotch and caress the back of my neck and head as I sucked

their stiff manly rods and swallowed their spurting creamy

hot jism. This tender treatment was great consolation to

me. I always ended up apologizing to them for my actions

as well as feeling better after being whipped by them."

"So, are you saying that even though the whippings and

spankings were painful, you were content with the treat of

a hard dick to suck and a load of hot semen to eat

afterwards?"

"Yes, you're very correct. But the truth is, that once

the punishment was over, I did experience a strange sense

of having endured as well as accomplished something

physically demanding and significant. You know like a feat

of strength and stamina. Mr. Wilson told me that enduring

such pain caused by another, especially someone who cares

for me, like him and the other men in the group, would make

me feel satisfied for showing them I could prevail over the

ordeal they were putting me through. The conversation

between us went like this:

"Now Alberta, we group of men all think a great deal of you

as a sissy, especially me. I'm very proud I've trained you

with my dick to become an excellent cocksucker. That's a

great achievement for you. However, you and I both know

you'll never be a real man. Especially, since as you know,

real men don't respond to the feminine version of their

names or sucking cocks or are such a soft pantywaist and a

mama's boy as you are. Remember us talking about that?"

"Y-Yes sir, Mr. Wilson, I-I do."

"But Alberta just because you are a soft willing sissy with

two warm holes for men to stick their hard dicks into,

doesn't mean you can't have greater personal inner

strength, self esteem and gain respect from the men who'll

be fucking you and pleasing you, and themselves, by dumping

their abundant loads of hot sperm in you. You do want

respect, don't you Albert?"

"Y-Yes sir, Mr. Wilson, I do, very much."

"I thought so. I certainly wouldn't want anything to do

with you if you didn't want to be a respected sissy. You

know I think of myself as a father to you, don't you?"

"Yes sir."

"And you wouldn't want to disappoint or fail me by not

trying to do your very best at what I want you to do.

Right?"

"Oh no, n-no sir, Mr. Wilson. I-I don't want to disappoint

or-or fail you."

"Good! I feel better about you already. Now Alberta, back

to what got us on this discussion in the first place.

Being able to endure an ordeal of some difficulty builds

character and strength. Us whipping your ass is such a

trial of strength for you. And because I have trust and

faith in you that you will endure the ordeal for me, you

should only concentrate on enduring the ordeal, right?"

"Y-Yes sir, I-I guess so, Mr. Wilson."

"Lets not be wishy-washy, say yes or no, and say it like

you mean it, or otherwise, tell me you want to be a

failure."

"Oh no, I-I don't want to be a failure. Y-Yes, I'll

concentrate on enduring all the ordeals you all have for me

to experience."

"Say you want to endure the ordeal and that it's good for

both of us. Say it like you mean it Alberta!"

"Y-Yes sir. I want to endure the ordeal and it's good for

both of us."

"Say it louder and with more conviction."

"I did as Mr. Wilson wanted. He had me saying it over

and over again. He then had me repeat another phrase: `I

want to be whipped. It's good for me.' It was so odd, but

I really begin to feel more psyched up and was ready to

endure being lashed just to show Mr. Wilson I could endure

being whipped."

"He told me he could see the wonderful air of

confidence come over you, as you mentally prepared yourself

to get whipped." Albert's mother spoke with a gleeful tone

in her voice.

"Yes mother, I did feel an increased level of

confidence come over me as I psychologically pumped myself

up to do as Mr. Wilson desired. I later came to understand

what Mr. Wilson was doing. He not only was helping me find

myself, but also helping me to see the joy and peace of

mind that comes through submission and subjugation at the

hands of real men."

"Did it help you mentally deal with the pain of the

whipping dear?"

"It really did, but again the greatest joy comes after

the punishment. The joy of knowing that you've endured the

suffering of the punishment. That is so important."

"I see. Do you get whipped often?"

"During the first 6 months with the Group, when I was

adjusting to what was required of me, it was not unusual

for me to be spanked or whipped every 2 or 3 weeks. I also

got slapped several times a week also. This also didn't

count the times that Mr. Jones would severely spank me as

part of his fantasy."

"I see. Now what is this Wilson told me about you

needing recurring attitude adjustment treatments?"

"The men in the Group felt that it wasn't good for me

to go for long periods of time without being reminded what

a whipping felt like. So they instituted a rule. The rule

stated that even if I had a perfect behavior record, I

should get a light whipping of at least 5 lashes from each

of them every 8 weeks on a set date. I didn't get this

adjustment whipping if I had gotten a whipping or spanking

within 10 days of my 8 week recurring attitude adjustment

whipping date."

"Being whipped just for the sake of being whipped to

remind you of what the lash felt like, doesn't that upset

you sweetie?"

"At the very outset I was, but I adjusted to it quite

easily over time. Mother, I know it sounds as if I'm being

abused for their arbitrary pleasure. However, after I

understood that it was for my own good and realized the

positive benefits I've received from it, I willingly give

myself to the men to be whipped whenever they tell me I

need one. You see mother, the agony and pain of a whipping

helps remind me how fortunate I am to be under the control

of such good men. I also see their whipping of me as a

sign of their care and guardianship of me. If they didn't

care about me, they wouldn't take the time to ensure I

remained disciplined and focused on what they see as

important for me. This part of our relationship is a

parallel to the same feeling of worth and esteem I get when

the men stick their stiff dicks in me and I become a

surrogate woman and depository for their hot ejaculations.

It's a feeling of knowing you're important and significant

in a relationship. It's a good feeling mother, a very good

feeling for me."

"I see. By the way, what do they generally whip you

with Alberta?"

"If a spanking, a thick paddle, a bit wider and

thinker than a ping pong paddle. If a whipping, a short

whip was used that left stinging red welts. Mr. Wilson,

told me they selected it to train me and at the same time

leave no permanent scars on my rear."

"I was upset at Mr. Wilson for at first whipping you

in shape, but after seeing what success he's had with you

sweetie, I've forgiven him for all the pain he's inflicted

on you in the past and will do in the future. For now I see

the wonderful merits of whipping to you. Do you have any

fear now of baring your bottom when the men tell you to get

ready for a whipping?"

"Oh no, it's second nature now for me to get naked and

bend over for my whippings. I know my place is to be

submissive to these real men and not question them when I'm

expected to be obedient to their needs, whether it's for me

to please their dicks or for their pleasure in simply

whipping me. Their joy leads to my joy."

"Don't you feel oppressed at times by having to be so

obedient to them?"

"Oh no mother, not in the least. In fact, never have

I felt more freedom to be myself than when the Group

imposes themselves on me fully. Remember when they had

decided to make me a whore? I interpreted that as

oppression. But I was wrong, dead wrong. Their decision

actually gave me the opportunity to be even freer to be my

true self, not restrict or oppress me such that I couldn't

be myself. It is totally incorrect to say that they oppress

me. The more appropriate word would be "liberated" me.

Through their guidance and training I really have been

given the freedom to be obedient as I can be to serve their

needs. You see mother, my blind obedience to them is my

freedom, and my pursuit of happiness is to be of service as

a subservient sissy."

"Alberta, your words are so insightful. Well, you

might've been a cute little mama's boy before

Mr. Wilson and the Group started your training, but now you

are a well-trained sissy slut and whore of a woman. You're

going to make many men happy."

"Oh, I really hope so mother."

"With your excellent aptitude and attitude about

pleasing others and your increased self motivation to be

inferior and submissive, but yet seductive when it comes to

real men with hard dicks, I can only say that I'm certain

that you'll make a good sissy wife to some lucky `real man'

one day." Alberta's mother said with a gleeful sigh of

satisfaction.

"You really think so mother?"

"Dear, Mr. Wilson has shaped you into being a very

good sissy with the right outlook on life. Take my word,

you're going to make some man a nice sissy wife one day."

"That would be so romantic for me to find Mr. Right.

A strong, but yet gentle man who would take care of all my

needs as well as scold or punish me if I inadvertently get

out of line or forget my place as his little woman."

"Yes dear, that's the kind of man you need. And just

like Mr. Wilson and the neighborhood men did, he may want

you to show him your appreciation and gratitude for him

letting you, a sissy slut, be his woman. Would you be

offended if he wanted you to hustle yourself out to men to

make money for him too?"

"If I had a loving caring husband, I can't think of a

better way to demonstrate to him that I love, adore and

appreciate him than to be his whore and willingly let

strange men dick me for my husband's total profit. I would

ask for nothing in return except his love, and of course,

his dick in me from time to time. I think that whoring for

my husband would show true devotion and love for him. It's

also the least a sissy slut like myself can do for a caring

man who'd take me for a wife."

"So nicely put my dear son Alberta. Since you like

dicks so much as well as the hot creamy man seed that comes

out of them, I'm sure your happiness compliments that of

the men who find pleasure in pushing their dicks in you."

"Oh yes mother, I see it is as definitely mutually

beneficial for me to be on the receiving end of men's

dicks. That's why Mr. Wilson basically alerted me that I

would need a caring man that recognized that I was a slut

by nature, and of nature, and needed a steady stream of

dicks to ensure my happiness. However, he also said that

I should expect my husband to be my overseer and exercise a

firm hand to ensure that I don't let my pantywaist wishy-

washy ways cause me to forget my place in the relationship.

He told me that I must accept that my husband is the real

man and knows best, just as Mr. Wilson knew what was best

for me."

"I would be happy for you sweetie if you could find

such a loving, caring man to be your husband."

"Hopefully, I will one day mother,, hopefully I will."

((CHP 10: A HISTORY LESSON AND MORE OF MR. WILSON'S

PHILOSOPHY ))))

"Mother, I can't help but be impressed by

Mr. Wilson's knowledge of history."

"Why do you say so dear?"

"He told me that it was during antiquity, actually

during the time when Rome was conquering a good part of

Europe, when the word Fag came about. Supposedly, the word

was derived from the actions of young adult males who would

cook for, as well as suck off Roman soldiers. These

sucking males were called the Food and Game workers who

prepared, or "got" the meals for the soldiers. By the way,

game is another word for meat back then. Therefore, from

the phrase "Food And Game" and the word "Got", the word

Faggot supposedly came about."

"Interesting, I never heard that before."

"It is interesting, isn't it? And since these same

class of male workers also sucked the soldiers' cocks off

when they needed it, they also came to be known for

functioning as women as well as doing women's work. That

is cooking the food and the game meat for meals. In time,

sissy came to imply a male who exhibits feminine attributes

or functions as a woman."

"I must admit Alberta, Mr. Wilson is a wealth of

knowledge when it comes to sissies and faggots."

"He sure is and I'm so grateful for that too. He said

that it was well known at the time that these Fags of old

were not of the fighting class, but who were well known to

have had feminine pursuits. It was known that many of

these Fag males followed the soldiers as they went from

battle to battle offering themselves to the soldiers for

sexual pleasure."

"Very, very, interesting Alberta."

"It sure is mother. He said these males sucked the

dicks of the warriors to help them better rest after a day

of fighting or just for much needed stress relief and

relaxation. He said the fags were a key element of armies

back then. Mr. Wilson said we Fags have a very honorable

past in antiquity."

"Why sweetie, I'd never thought of you as being

associated with the military in any way, historically or

otherwise."

"He jokingly said that if there was a name for these

sissy sucking males, they probably would've called

themselves the Royal Order of Fags."

"That to, is interesting."

"Mr. Wilson also added, that if there was coat of arms

or a crest for the Order, it probably would've been an

image depicting a muscular roman centurion standing with a

sword in one hand and a shield in the other. As he stood,

there would be a sissy fag kneeling with the Centurion's

dick in his mouth happily sucking away. He even said the

design could be used as a tattoo also."

"That would be an interesting coat of arms or a tattoo

also for that matter. Alberta sweetie, Would you wear such

a tattoo for the Group?"

"Oh yes Mother, if the Group wanted me to."

"I thought you'd say that dear."

"You know mother, thinking back to these fags of old,

I can just imagine the delight on one of their faces as a

tall muscular Roman soldier selected one of them to be his

consort for the night. I could imagine the pride on the

Fag's face knowing that he was going to be the receptacle

for the soldier's throbbing dick and a vessel for the

soldier's spurting hot cum."

"You paint such a colorful picture. You've always had

a vivid imagination Alberta."

"One thing I never imagined was how contented and free

I feel now, after Mr. Wilson has helped me see the truth

about myself."

"It definitely shows in your attitude and in the

radiance on your face."

"It's a good feeling too mother. One of the best

things that I could've discovered about myself is that I'm

an inferior human being, compared to either men or women.

However, I must say in comparison to a woman, I don't have

ulterior motives when it comes to sex. I'm simply thankful

for being selected as the recipient of a man's dick and the

appreciation that the man saw fit to have sex with me. This

is very seldom the case with women. They generally want

marriage or other material things, while we sissies are

generally content in the feeling a hard dick in our mouths

and pansy cunts and being rewarded with hot spurts of

creamy jism."

"I have to admit that you're not too far off target

there sweetie."

"As you know by now, Mr. Wilson and others in the

Group have helped me see the true essence of being

inferior. As I've said earlier, inferior means lower in

place, station, value, or importance. I realize and accept

my lesser value and subordinate station. Another key thing

Mr. Wilson got me to see is that I'm inferior and

subordinate by nature, not by society's proclamation. I was

put here to do what I do best, and that is to suck and

please real men's cocks, and to do so meekly, with honor,

and especially, obediently."

"The key thing for you to determine dear, is if this

is right for you. I believe it is. Do you?"

"Oh yes mother, so do I. I know I need and want this.

I want and need to suck dicks. I want and need to be

fucked. I want the Group to whore me out for their total

profit and pleasure. I want and need the discipline and

whippings the men give me. My naked ass cheeks will always

be available to them for that purpose. I deserve what

these fine men determine I deserve. I willingly accept

being at the mercy of; browbeaten; and put under foot by

these macho men in the Group. I know now this is all good

and right for me."

"My dear Alberta, you sound so confident, and

self-assured. I can't think Mr. Wilson and the other men

enough for their help, or their dicks either, for shaping

you into the exemplary sissy you are now." His mother

replied with watery eyes and a tone of joy in her voice.

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