Womanhood for Jenny

"When you've cleaned up the room and made yourself presentable, come back upstairs, jenny. There are details of the trip we still have to go over, Master told her as He guided Deb out the door.

Despite being used so thoroughly and painfully, jenny found herself humming happily as she cleaned and put away the various implements. Impulsively kissing the still warm nipple clamps, she told them, "Soon you'll be biting my real boobies."

Wiping down the sweat-slicked exam table, she also kissed the edge that had witnessed her aching penetration, "And you'll be seeing only my pussy with labia and a clitty, not that useless man-thingey."

As she scrubbed her face and reapplied makeup, jenny began a sing-song, "I'm gonna get boobies – I'm gonna get labia – I'm gonna get a clitty."

Swapping a fresh pair for the torn stockings, jenny was grinning like a six year old on Christmas morning as she gingerly climbed the stairs. Master and Deb were going to discuss the details of their Caribbean trip It was real. It was going to happen, jenny was on her way to womanhood.