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I went to the DMV and got a new driver’s license with the name change and a photo as I was now. At Bill’s request, I also got a passport as Andrea. Bill took me on a wonderful vacation to Europe, and saw things I never thought homemade I’d get the chance to see. I don’t know that I ever really decided to remain a woman. I didn’t decide one way or the other, so I stayed as I was, which was as a woman. Bill was right. I had nothing to look forward to by changing back to being a guy. Six months after, he told me he wanted me to have the implant removed and to have his baby. He told me right before he left on a business trip that he didn’t take me on. I thought about it for a few days. I cried several times. I talked to Susan at work, and she said she couldn’t make my decision for me, but if it was her, she’d have his baby. By the time Bill got back from his trip, my implant was removed. I told the doctor to call Bill and tell him. It took almost two months for me to get pregnant. The morning sickness for the first few months was a real pain, but it was then followed by strange food cravings, along with being quite turned off by foods I normally liked. As that eased up, my belly was big enough that I felt and walked close up like a rhino. Bill made me feel as comfortable and wanted as he possibly could, but I really hated being pregnant. I had drugs for the birth, but it was still painful, but luckily the baby came quick. Bill wanted me to breast feed the baby, so I did, which while it was a nuisance, was in some ways also a turnon. Having my baby suck on my boobs felt good – at least until she started to get teeth. We got married shortly after Samantha was born. I’m not working full time any longer, except as a mother, and am pregnant with my second. Bill says that two is enough, which I’m happy about. I want him to be happy, but jeez – enough with being knocked up. If I had the chance to go back and decide again whether to take that damned pink pill, knowing what I know now, I don’t know what I’d do. I’m happy with how it all turned out, but don’t know if I could go through all that again. From the moment a submissive must call his partner not by his first name but Sir, master or any other equivalent wording she enters the Natural tits world of rules. The rules are the material support of the discipline to which the submissive bends, it is by her obedience to these rules that she expresses her submission. Without rules the BDSM relationship is nothing more than an SM relationship that does not confess. Some will need few rules to feel bound, as opposed to others clamoring for many and complex rules, it is up to the master to find the right measure. Some are content to enact rules in the sandstone of their fantasy of the moment. It is much more coherent and therefore structuring for the submissive to set a framework of main principles, the rules of everyday life being only the application in a particular case. It is classic, for example, that the masters forbid the wearing of underwear. If the master enacts such a rule it masturbation is probable that the submissive sees only the expression of a whim of which she perceives pussy the interest incorrectly; Whereas if this decision is an illustration of the principle of accessibility of orifices, for example, the rule takes a completely different meaning. The frame: On the Internet there are different versions of the rules to which a submissive must comply. The most famous version, entitled "The 12 Rules of submission", was promoted in France by Mastermind and has since been widely disseminated, even looted. Some, betrayed by their unconscious, have reduced them to the pitiful catalogue of their fantasies without any logic or coherence, thus revealing the poor vision they have of their submissive. It is up to everyone to rewrite them according to their desires of their choices because they will be the foundation of the relationship they intend to build with their submissive. Here is a version, dating from 2005, of the "legislative" framework which served as a support to the rules of life and guidelines that my submissive had to respect. She could feel the tentacle in her womb. Cathy said “I don’t want anything but for you to keep this a secret.” You have always been one of my favorite teachers and think of it as my way of saying Natural tits thank you. She saw him looking at her cleavage. The Institute had to be watching us. She covered her breasts not out of shame, close up but because her nipples stood erect. 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