But, truth be told, the tables were turned.  I was taught a serious and painful lesson up there in Boston.  And, this time, I was the weak one, submitting to whatever sadistic pleasures that this… this… SHE-DEVIL, Tara Emory, had in store for me! We were supposed to… lol… yes… “supposed” to get together for a friendly little chat. I was visiting the Ecstatic 1 himself up in the Boston area that weekend, and she and I agreed to discuss doing some work together. I simply thought, ‘Ok. That’s basic enough. I’ll take this innocent redheaded TS over my knee, and spank the sass right out of her until she pleads for mercy’. But nooooooooooooo! Not that day, because I was immediately mesmerized by her charming demeanor, and intoxicated by her sultry grace. And, before you know it, she was walking me on a leash like fucking poodle through her dungeon! The humiliation was sinful and scathing. I was a mere plaything, in the hands of this Cruella deVille with a she-cock. She put me in a stockade. She chained me up. She smacked my big 40D shemale tatties with whatever she found handy. She fucked me missionary. She fucked me doggie. And I… begged… for more. I even agreed to see her again, although I know full-well that the likelihood of this debauchery happening again is all too real. But… I want it. God help me, I want her to hurt me! I definitely need Mistress Tara to hurt and punish me. I’ve been a royal cunt, I deserve no mercy. I see that clearly now.