My Mistress, My Slave

I gave up on Robert. His love for me never wavered, but I decided to look for a real man elsewhere, and so our household became somewhat uncomfortable. It got so bad that I started entertaining ideas of selling him on the internet. Perhaps, I thought, he could join Louise up in Canada. But I couldn’t do it. Despite my anger, I simply loved the boy too much. And now that he was completely a girl, able to pass anywhere, unable to get an erection at all and sporting a nice set of breasts—well this just upset me all the more.

The breaking point came on a Labor Day weekend, when I had all but given up on Robert. Too my rescue came Mike, my division leader, who invited me to join him and a few select co-workers up at a company-owned cabin on the lake. I accepted, even though I knew that Mike wanted nothing more than to get me alone up at the lake for a sexual encounter. Truth be told, I wanted the same thing. With Robert having turned completely into Erika, I found that I wanted to have a relationship with a real man. Mike was obviously the dominant Alpha Male type that I was looking for, and the rumor going around the office was that he was hung like a horse to boot.

I quickly accepted the invitation, and all but promised a weekend of sexual debauchery with Mike. I told Robert of my holiday plans, and I could see that he was hurt, which made me feel a bit guilty. I tried to ease Robert’s pain by saying that it was just a business retreat, but he was inconsolable. He started to cry, which just enforced my need to find a real man for a rejuvenating romp in the hay. Finally I abandoned my guilt and became angry; storming out saying that I would do whatever and whomever I wanted to do. I told Robert that I was going to see that six of the roughest and meanest men that I knew would come over and rape him while I was away, so that he would get his mind off of me and Mike. I told him that he was to spend the entire weekend tied up and locked in our linen closet, unless one of the men dragged him out for a little fun. As I slammed the door, I heard Robert bursting into tears as he shut himself up in the hall closet for the weekend.