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should have done back then, but I couldn't. To tell you the truth, it scared me when Master first proposed it, but it was because I thought it meant losing my status as his slut. I'm warming to it now and I think it can work.” She hugged me and I felt her bountiful breasts press against me.
    I realized how great a sacrifice this was on April's part and it made me feel she really did care about me. In this one unselfish act, she had wiped away my angst over her dumping me.
    Suddenly I remembered something, another detail I must have buried after April discovered my secret, and it seemed to confirm what was going on. One night many years ago before our relationship, I'd been surfing on line and a very interesting, but kinky book had grabbed my attention. In an unusually bold move for me, I had purchased it and had it shipped to me. As I read it, I felt like I was hyper-sexualized as I couldn't read a chapter without masturbating because it turned me on so much. The book was titled “Reversal” and it told the story of a meek husband who'd been transformed, mentally and physically, into a female by his wife. Interestingly enough, his wife didn't just make him into just any female; she influenced and trained him to become a sexually promiscuous slut-whore. I hadn't seen the book in years, but no doubt it was still where I last left it hidden deep in the back of my closet.
    "I know this is hard, Scott, but don't slip back into denial.” It was April, shaking me by the shoulder.
    I heard April and I nodded to her, but just then another long buried memory hit me. When I was fourteen I had snuck into my older sister's room and touched her panties and pantyhose. Back then, I hadn't dared to try them on and I hadn't been caught, but it had happened. More and more, I was seeing April's offer as a life preserver thrown to a drowning man.
    "How would we start?” The words just came out of my mouth.
    "You would become my slave, Scott, and part of being a slave is giving up control. Now that's not to say you wouldn't have the chance stop things if you wished, but I intend to be serious like Paulo was with me.” April was deftly leading me down a path all submissives had to travel at least once.
    "Serious, like bondage and punishment?” I asked because the inevitable truth of my situation was starting to seep in.
    "Yes, but I think you want to be my bitch, Scott. You want me to dress you in soft, silky lingerie and make you serve me. You want to tongue me until your jaw is sore and then have me spank you hard on your little sissy bum if you don't behave. I even think you want to be humiliated eventually.” April teased me with dirty talk and it was hot, firing my arousal me.
    "Yes, I want to be your bitch.” In my head, visions sprouted of being on my knees, helpless before her, but then I hit a roadblock. It wasn't just April and I, there was Paulo.
    "What about Paulo? What will he do to me?” My homophobic male instinct flared at the thought of Paulo watching me.
    "To me Paulo is my Master, but to you he is simply my advisor. He will sometimes watch and interact with me, but he promised me he would never touch you unless you wanted him to. He's quite aware of you have a sensitivity to other males touching you.” April seemed clear what Paulo's role would be, but I still wasn't sure.
    "Does he have to watch?” Unfortunately, my question came out like a whine child.
    April was firm. “Yes he does because I need him there for his expertise. Without him as a resource I'm not sure I can do this so he will be there at times, but not at all times. If you can't deal with it then I'll withdraw my offer."
    This was perhaps my very first lesson as a submissive. My dominant had made me a firm and fair offer, but one which had some qualms about. I could reject it and go back to my life of denial, or peck away at discovering myself on my own with no help, or I could do as submissives do, accept things despite their initial fears.
    "Alright,