Where am I to go now that I've gone too far
When the Bullet Hits the Bone Golden Earring
We all begin this life with a gender assignment provided by the adults as they take a look at your naughty parts. Then we are expected to learn our gender roles in endless rehearsals performed before a thousand directors, and a thousand heckling spectators. At the end it is expected that we provide some good breeding stock so that the merry go round can continue to function. Or leastwise that is how I see it. I have been spending the last day or so, studying curved spaces, and socializing with friends old and new. In a curved space, if you take an arrow pointing straight in one direction, and waltz it around in a circle, continuing to point it in the same direction in space, then you will find that your arrow is pointing in a new direction when you come back to where you started. In fact that is how you know that the space you are in is curved. Otherwise you might be clueless.
So I had an opportunity to have a date with a boy. I arrived at his house in my most fashionable Belinda-ness, and then proceeded to turn this lovely boy into my maid, Daphne. Daphne was a perfect lady in all but her naughty parts, and she allowed me to direct her much as one might any maid, if one was a very kinky Domme. And because Daphne would do just what I said, and only what I said, I could play out my fantasy scenario where a strong woman turns a hapless sissy boy into her maid, and sex slave. The only twist in the scene is that I was the strong woman, and I was teasing the sissy boy, who was evidently a boy despite all the frillies and the mincing behaviors that I insisted upon. My last post was entitled Make Someone Happy, and it seems that I did. And as the song scribblers promised I am happy too.
And I can assure you that the space around here is bent. And I wouldn't know a straight arrow if it was pointing right at me.
