Womanhood for Jenny Chapter 2

To avoid soaking the floor, her shoes and stockings and anything nearby, jenny had to use the palm of one hand as a 'piss shield' to deflect the spray. With her free hand, she used toilet paper to mostly dry the dripping hand, then dried her slit in the ageless manner, front-to-back. With the panties hobbling her knees, she waddled to the vanity and washed her hands.

"Well, girl," she told the busty reflection in the mirror as she dried her hands," you wanted to be a woman. This will be a daily reminder that you got your wish, humiliation and all."

She cupped her luscious new breasts with a tired smile.

Back in the bedroom, hanging up her dress and kicking off her heels, jenny lay down with a low sigh. Her thoughts mirrored Charles'. She could recall in vivid detail the various tortures she had experienced under His expert hand, and the pleasure she had been able to give Him. With Master, jenny had been able to live, serve, and suffer as a woman, but now, thanks to this amazing man, she really and truly was a woman for all time. As her eyes closed, she hoped Master would use her soon. She had missed the joys of the 'play-room' downstairs.

"Dinner's on the table, sleepyhead."

"Uh, oh Master, I must have dozed off. I'm sorry."

Getting up quickly, jenny slipped on her high heels and reached for her dress.

"Don't bother with the dress tonight," Charles told her. "I'd like to see you across the table just as you are, so I can admire your new tits."

"As my Master wishes," jenny curtsied sans skirt.

She was famished, the food excellent as always, Chopsticks flying, she deftly devoured the meal. All their table-talk was about the trip.

While jenny cleared the dinner debris, Charles mixed them drinks, bringing the bourbon bottle back to the table.

Raising His glass, He said, "A toast! To the finest woman in the world, the perfect pain-slut!"

Daintily clinking glasses, jenny replied, "I do want to be the perfect woman for You, Master. You have made me the happiest slut ever!"