Becoming Hers, part 7
"When I got you out that night and got you naked, I realised you weren't my second type either, a butch manly man with an ultra-massive cock. Don't get me wrong, you're not too bad, but it's not what I look for."
Your face burns with humiliation. Your heart still pounds against your chest. You almost long to have your cock locked back up in the chastity she's kept you in since the surgery.
"So, I decided, I'd have to train you to be my third type. It was a long process, wasn't it honey? The first step was to get you ruining your own orgasm every time. Itt was a small sacrifice for you to make for such a hot girl, but you didn't realise it would only serve to make you ever more horny.
"Why don't you stroke yourself back to the edge for me?"