Extract from  ALONE  IN  A  LESBIAN  WORLD,

a novel by "number 76"

     After Sandrine had gone leaving the helpless creature at the mercy of her new friend, Marie poured herself a glass of wine, sipped a little and then returned to vent her fury for her abuse. She delivered a veritable blizzard of blows before again returning to her glass. The manimal had found her assault painful, overlaid as it was on it’s stripes from the earlier whipping of the day. As it swung it tried to forget the pain and hoped she would spend time with her drink. However it had long ago accepted that it would be so used. In it’s simple way it felt more at ease now that this woman was showing her true superiority. It had been confused and disturbed by the previous use they had made of it. It submitted to the next blows in the knowledge that everything was as intended by it’s training. As Marie sipped her next glass of wine, she recalled the sight that had so frightened her. Could it be that this was the creature that carried that huge swollen weapon of abuse? She walked over to the dangling body. It’s head was sunk onto it’s chest. She ran her hand down the smooth belly. In the position of the afternoon’s monster was a shrunken flabby piece of flesh. How strange she thought prodding it’s limpness with the butt of her whip. She had seen another of these creatures in the zoo but that also had been limp and tiny. She remembered that Fleur had held it in her hand. Did she have the secret of it’s transformation?

     She put down the whip and curled her fingers around the limp cold flesh. Nothing changed. Perhaps it was the chain and ring that they had shown her? She moved to the rear of the body, felt between it’s legs and located the ring from which the dangling chain was hanging. From the way in which the slight weight of the chain was stretching the flesh through which it passed she decided it could accomplish nothing more than pain and control. She returned to the front and grasped the flesh again. Had it become a little warmer? Perhaps a little firmer? She squeezed a little. Yes! It was growing. Perhaps she had the secret too. As it became more firm, she was able to slide her hand up and down it’s increasing length. It was quite warm now and sticking out from the hanging body. But where was that threatening bulbous red head that had frightened her so? She inspected it’s end closely. It appeared to have a covering of skin. Gently she pulled back this covering. There was certainly the suggestion of what she sought: a vestige of a reddening tip. Now determined and completely unafraid, she pulled back the skin even further and suddenly the red swollen head emerged from it’s hiding place! Yes that was it! The very same!