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Forgiveness

... enemas like Mistress Violence had ordered. There were two packets of powder with a note that said I was supposed to use them in the first two enemas. They caused me to cramp really bad and I expelled some dirty looking water that looked liked it had mucus floating in it. The last three were plain water and they flushed everything back out and the cramping stopped. By the last enema, there was nothing but clear water coming out. I started getting ready around five. I knew that was way early, but I wanted to have time to redo my makeup if I got it wrong. I didn’t. The eye liner was thin and straight. My eyebrows were highlighted, but not smudged. The eye shadow blended slowly to nothing just beneath my eyebrow ridge. When I looked into the mirror, a rather pretty girl was looking back at me. I took off my pants and underwear and put on the panties. I’m not very big, but panties are not really made for a penis. I ended up tucking it back between my legs so it wouldn’t stick out of one of the leg holes. I hoped it would stay there, but I didn’t know how to keep it in place. I found out later there is a special sling for that– or you can use surgical tape. I just tucked and hoped. I very carefully pulled the dress on over my head, making sure that I didn’t smear any of my makeup, and I was ready– at least physically– for what would happen at Violet’s later in the evening. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = END CHAPTER FOUR OF FIVE = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = ...

... CHAPTER FIVE OF FIVE = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = [em] Baby Brother relives that fateful night from Violet’s perspective and at last finds forgiveness.[/em] = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = I parked where Mistress Violence told me to park, on the eighth level of the main parking deck downtown. I didn’t know why she insisted that I walk down the ramp rather than taking the stairs, but after several different cars slowed and whistled and hooted at me and made various lewd suggestions, I got the idea. She wanted me to know what it felt like to have people seeing you as a sex object. By the time I got to the bottom of the ramp, I felt dirty, and I don’t mean the grease and muck that was sticking to the bottoms of my feet. I walked up the hill to the street called Aiken Alley and down the true alley that ran behind Violet’s. I knocked on the back door and said, “Mistress Violence, your humble slave, Baby Brother, begs to be punished by you.” A voice from behind the door said, “I didn’t hear you, and I don’t see you on your knees.” I got down on my knees and said loudly, “Mistress Violence, your humble slave, Baby Brother, begs to be punished by you.” The door opened. Tina was standing there as well as a blond, white girl. Tina was wearing a nice-looking dress. The white girl was naked. Tina said, “Useless here will wash your feet and knees so you are presentable.” The naked girl knelt down and began washing my knees and then lifted up my foot and put it in the pan of ...