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one The drive to the hospital wasn't too bad. Because of the drinks I'd had I was probably driving a little overly-cautious, but better safe than sorry. Better in a cab. But getting home from here would cost a fortune without my wheels. My clit was becoming used to sitting in a mess over the last few days or so. And the tampon that was lost in my behind, while occasionally uncomfortable, wasn't particularly painful now I was getting used to it. Some words I never thought I'd consider.....getting used to a tampon in my......well, my pussy. The buzz from the drinks probably helped. I was pretty calm, but deep inside there was a building terror. Occasionally, as I fidgeted, I could feel the tampon. What if they couldn't get it out? Holy shit. My fingers trembled on the steering wheel and I gripped it tight. My legs started to quiver. Yeah, this wasn't good. What if the tampon was stuck for good? Would I need surgery? How the hell would they get it out? As I parked I wondered what might happen over the next day or so. Tomorrow I was determined to see Sally about what she had found, and I knew I would try to put her with Lucinda from Titan Tech if I ever wanted this to stop. And I wanted to check in on Kelli --- my ex who had originally suggested I try a period tracker about a year ago --- to make sure she was okay. But to do that, I would have to leave my cell behind so that Flo could not track me. But if she messaged and I didn't respond, would that anger her? What would she do to me then? In a few days I would be back at work and my period would be over. In her communications to Mistress Rhiana, Flo had made it clear she wanted to mark my fertile time. I thought this whole ordeal would be over for a few weeks, but apparently not. And if I was to be pegged in a week or so, what about after my period when I expected this to end? Would Flo's games simply continue? Forever? Each month marked by a period and pegging? And then, from deep down, a thought more terrifying than the tampon being stuck within me. What if I didn't want it to stop? The humiliations I had enjoyed privately had become public now.....and I was quite enjoying them. Sexually I had gone further than I ever dared to imagine. My period, once a game, was now being strictly enforced by an app that had once been almost passive on my cell. A part of me, I don't know why, wanted this to continue. Sitting in the car, I almost jumped when my cell chimed. I looked at the screen. FLO: Enjoying your birthday? How....? The cell GPS. She knew I was on the move. Did she know where I was? KIRSTEN: Some of it. FLO: Why are you at the hospital? KIRSTEN: I had an accident with......Flo, they made me try a tampon and then deliberately stuck it up there. FLO: They must have been very strong women. Did they tie you up and hold you down? I grimaced. FLO: Did they lock the door and make sure you couldn't leave the hotel? Why had I stayed and endured......enjoyed.....their games? KIRSTEN: Okay. I wanted to try the tampon. They knew all about my childhood fascinations. They knew all about me. FLO: Because I told them. Have you checked your special email address recently? Special email address? I remembered the survey. The email address Flo had set up offering my services as a maid. KIRSTEN: Earlier today. Nothing. FLO: Check again. KIRSTEN: Come on, Flo. I just want to get this tampon out. FLO: Check again, Maid Kirsten. I went to the account and my heart missed a beat. Flo had known there was something waiting for me. Spam folder. One unread email. Spam. It was okay. Just some junk email. I opened the folder and my heart stopped. The subject line: are you available? It was my first enquiry. I wondered if there would be more. FLO: You must respond to all enquiries, as you promised. Nervous, I opened the message. It read simply: Let me know. It was signed with a woman's name. KIRSTEN: Flo? FLO: You can't go into the hospital until you reply, so get those pretty nails dancing. I thought for a moment about what to write. Where could this lead? I was happy being Kelli's maid, but to help and service other women? Or men? I was heading into deep, unexplored territory. I typed the email and hit send before I could think anymore: Hi Miss .........., Thank you for reaching out. I hope this finds you well. What services do you require? What general area are you in? And if you don't mind me asking, are you a genuine female? I just need to know what gear I need to be in psychologically if we move forward. I'd be happy to offer a full domestic cleaning service, and more if that was where your thinking was, but I do need to develop an email relationship with you first to build rapport and trust. I have my own uniform from Ann Summers. However, if you prefer something more functional and plain you would have to provide it. Thank you again for your contact. I look forward to hearing from you again at your convenience. Maid Kirsten I had actually forgotten about the tampon, curious, scared and excited by the possibilities ahead. FLO: Good girl. Now you may have the tampon removed. I took a deep breath and walked across the, thankfully, deserted night- time car park to the doors of the ER. The wind felt great on my legs, dancing up my thighs, and I didn't trip or hobble once on the uneven surface in my heels. I stepped into the ER. Also quiet, thank God. A couple of individuals waiting. They glanced up, maybe a double-take, but then went about their magazine reading. I caught one of them occasionally looking over, perhaps deciding if I was a man or a woman. Surely my hair was a giveaway......But other than that I imagined I looked pretty good. The nurse's face as I checked in told me otherwise. It wasn't the clothes. But my face, and I realised as I had left the hotel I hadn't checked my make-up. I had looked pretty hot, but that was before the waiter had sprayed cum all over my face and I'd scooped it off with my fingers. Perhaps there was some left over. Perhaps my make-up had smeared. "I said, how can we help you tonight?" the nurse prompted. "Sorry," I began. "Sorry. For how I look. I have a.....it's kind of personal. Is there somewhere private we can talk?" "When you're seen you'll be in private, but for now, at least fill out this form." She handed me some paperwork and I sat, my face turned away from the other waiting patients. One of them was called through by a female nurse in her thirties as I wrote my details, having to use my male name. "Shit," I whispered, and put Kirsten in brackets. I then saw a male nurse, also thirties and looking like he spent more time in the gym than the hospital, escort the only other waiting patient through. Whoever I saw, it would be so embarrassing, I thought, wondering if I could just leave it and try to get the tampon out myself. I stood, sat. Stood and sat again. "You about done with your paperwork?" the nurse on the desk asked. "In a moment," I told her, not sure what to write for my condition. I finally scribbled a few notes about having a period and the tampon being stuck, and was about to hand my form in when the female nurse came out. She was professional. Barely gave me a glance as she took my form. "I've got it," she said to her colleague behind the desk, and walked us through to a small room with a bed and other typical hospital equipment. Who knew what half of it did? Hopefully the nurse did, since she was about to stick her hand up my ass. two "It says here you've got a......" She looked up. Considered my clothes, my face. The way I was sitting; legs crossed as Mistress Rhiana had instructed me. I had to practice my female deportment and etiquette all the time now. If I didn't, I would trip up when I next saw her......Who knew what she would do to me if I didn't please her when I returned? "If you fixed your hair you might look a lot better. And sorted your make-up," she advised me. "Is this for real? I'm coming off a double- shift.......God, it is, isn't it?" "I'm sorry," I said quietly, looking away. "I'm sure you're a great girl if I got to know you, but for now I'll have to ask Steve to join me." She stood. "Please don't," I said. "This is embarrassing enough without another man seeing me." "Another man? Who are you kidding, Sweet Cheeks? Steve will be the only man in here." I was left alone, dreading what would happen next. It was nearly fifteen minutes before she returned with Steve, the Hulk Nurse. Had I been waiting because of his patient? Or had they just been having a joke at my expense? Probably a joke. My door had been left deliberately ajar for any passing porters to peek in and see me. And then, just before they entered, I could hear whispering just outside. Only the odd word. I couldn't make everything out. ".......trouble........she'll complain......she needs help.........we could do it.........believe us or a guy with a tampon..........." I wondered if I should leave. But then what would I do? I needed to get the tampon out. I was at their mercy. three They entered and the hulk picked up my paperwork. Read it twice, looking at me. "This a joke?" he asked bluntly. "We're professionals and even though it seems quiet, we've got a lot of work to do." "No, no. It's real," I assured them. "Please help me get it out." "Why on earth would-? You know," he said, interrupting himself. "Don't worry. You obviously have a certain lifestyle choice going on here. This is your one free pass, Sugar." "But what about-?" "Don't worry. Debbie will do your follow up check when I'm finished," he told me. I looked at her, not sure what that meant. "Don't worry, Sweet Cheeks. We'll look after you." Steve told me to remove my skirt and I reluctantly did as I was told. "That blouse drops a little low," Debbie said. "You best take that off, too." "May I have a gown?" I asked, unbuttoning my blouse and removing it. Steve looked at me. Up and down and up. Debbie considered my underwear. My face. Could she guess what I'd been doing? The cock I'd had in my hands and mouth? The cum on my face? Her smile made me think of Mistress Rhiana. "You certainly dress the part," she said of my lingerie. Bra, panties, stockings and suspender belt. All satin and lace and sensual. Sexy. Even now that's how I saw myself. "Just be thankful we're helping you out of this," he said, and then hesitated. "What is that?" He gestured to my panties. "It's-" Debbie laughed a little. "Steve, she's on her period. Follow the clues. A tampon in her butt. That's her panty-liner. Heavy flow, Sweet Cheeks?" I nodded, hating the name she had given me. Steve's hand found me for a second. I jerked away. "So there is something there," he said. "Tiny, but it's there." "Looks pretty messy," Debbie said. "When you're ready to leave in a minute I'll make sure you are set for the night." A minute? At least this wouldn't take too long. And she was going to help me when they were done removing the tampon. At least I'd have a fresh panty-liner to drive home in. "Okay, jump up on that bed, on your hands and knees and push your butt into the air," Steve instructed. I did as he asked. "That's right," Debbie said. I heard him putting on gloves. His hands touched my tight butt. "She is kind of cute," he said, his fingers starting to find a way in. My butt, not used to things back there, clenched involuntarily. "Jesus, you're going to have to work with me, Sugar." He slapped my ass then. A real stinging, unexpected blow. "I just need you to relax," he said. Another strike. What were they doing? Is this really how you got a renegade tampon out? I could feel my skin reddening at a third smack, tried to stop myself from getting excited, but in this position my erection was pushing out against the panty-liner downwards, creating a small, upside-down tent. "Steve, you have to see this," Debbie said. "Hold on. I'm in now. Almost got it. Almost...." As his fingers massaged me from the inside, searching for a hold on the tampon, I found it incredibly stimulating. Even though I was on the brink of orgasm, I managed to hold on. But cum was slowly leaking out. Because of my position, some of it was missing the panty-liner. "She's definitely on," Debbie said. Steve's hand withdrew, the tampon in his grip. "Look at that," he told me, shaking his head. "Can I get-?" I began. "In a moment," Debbie said, holding the tampon in front of me. "Now, look at that tampon. See how it's expanded slightly?" I nodded. "That's because it's absorbing any moisture it can. But you can't get too dry back there, and you certainly can not lose your string again." I was still hard and my tiny erection popped loose off the fabric of my panties, cum dribbling out. With one hand I tried to tuck it back in, nearly tumbling over. "Just pay attention," Debbie said, scribbling on a pad. "This prescription is for two tampons a day-" Balanced again with both hands down, but my dribbling penis was still hanging out. Steve stifled his laugh but kudos to Debbie for keeping a straight face. "-for three hours a time. No longer. No less. With a three hour space between each tampon. For every day of your period. Every cycle." "Thank you," I managed, settling down in the position they had me, my small clit still drooping down and on view. "No wonder you dress like that," Steve observed. "You should change panty-liners regularly, too. For now, put this nice clean one on," she said, pulling a small packet from her scrubs pocket, "and then re-assume your position." "But the tampon is out and-" "Obviously you've never had proper instruction," she told me. "For the next few hours you'll be wearing this one." Again from her pocket, a wrapped tampon. "Please don't put another one in?" I begged. She exchanged a glance with Steve. "This is one for the books," she grinned. She put on gloves as I changed my panty-liner, tucking my clit in. I was hit by an aroma of sweat and cum. I got back on the bed. "I could stick to panty-liners," I suggested, even though deep down I think I wanted the tampon to be inserted. "Nonsense," she told me. "Sometimes a woman has to use all she has to help her." And with that I felt her hand parting my cheeks. "Use the applicator to slide the tampon up there," she began. "You might feel a slight pinch because of the dryness. Make sure you use some kind of lubricant." I felt the tampon finding its home, my butt.....my pussy.....welcoming it, as she pushed on the applicator. My clit was enjoying it too, starting to stiffen again and leak on the fresh panty-liner. "That's a good girl," Debbie said. "Once the tampon is fully inserted and comfortable, make sure the string is dangling out. You'll need that to remove it. That was your mistake last time. Just part your cheeks a little and tug gently, and the tampon should come out easy enough." She struck me this time. Actually harder than Steve. A surprising sting. "You really do have sweet cheeks, Sweet Cheeks." She demonstrated how to remove the tampon and then slid it back in, smacking my butt. Lighter this time, but it still had a bite. This time, at what was becoming a familiar sensation --- the tampon and the smack --- my body bucked, my orgasm hitting. I tensed as the nurses stepped away, filling the panty-liner. Debbie smiled, emptying her pockets, a glint in her eye. "Sorry, I don't have another." "But I need a clean panty-liner," I said. "Get out of here, sissy," Steve told me. I quickly dressed, fastening my blouse, pulling my skirt up and doing the zipper. I reached the door of the cubicle, and looked back when Debbie called my name. "Sweet Cheeks, we see you here again, we'll give you a full examination," she threatened. I quickly left, small hurried steps in my heels that sounded down the long, narrow corridor. I could hear them laughing, the loud smack of a high five......and I thought about their hands hitting my red butt, the cum from my orgasm still leaking out. four Driving home, still on the outskirts of the city, I was in a little discomfort and pain. While the first tampon had been buried deep and almost lost, this one was inserted just enough to stay in place with the string. Sat on it, there was an almost constant pressure. And pleasure. I thought about what Mistress Rhiana had said about training me with butt plugs. Would they feel similar? I was passing an all-night diner and abruptly pulled in, realising how hungry I was. For real food, not what I had been eating all day......I couldn't believe what I had eaten. My own cum. The cum of a stranger. The things I had thought about while with him and the women who had been controlling me. My stomach turned a little. My cell chimed. FLO: You're stopping. KIRSTEN: Just for a bite to eat. FLO: I miss you. Miss me? She was a period tracker app. More and more I needed to speak with Sally from the cell phone store about what she had found out. I took out the note from Debbie, the nurse. My tampon prescription. I photographed it so that Flo would be able to see it. That should keep her happy. KIRSTEN: I'll be home soon. five The diner was a retro fifties or sixties all-American kind of outfit. I walked in, grateful it was quiet, only a few patrons, and found a booth. It had a nice vibe, old rock and roll songs playing from a traditional jukebox. The tired waitress approached. Forties. Buxom woman. Pleasant. The uniform was fantastic: a fifties style dress to match the atmosphere. All she needed was roller skates. Badge said: Ellie. Funny. I didn't picture her as an Ellie. Maybe she had been when she was younger. She checked my appearance, but didn't seem to mind. "Quite a night, Hon?" she asked. "You don't know the half of it," I told her. "I don't know any of it. What can I get you?" "Is the kitchen open?" I asked, curious if the midnighters just got warmed up stuff from earlier in the evening. "All night, like it says." "Great," I said, beginning to realise how ravenous I was. I ordered a burger and fries with a side order of onion rings and coleslaw. The biggest Coke they had. She returned with my drink. About ten minutes later with my order. It was delicious but I found I couldn't touch the coleslaw. It was thick and creamy and just reminded me of........I pushed it away. Finished, I gestured for the waitress as the last patrons left. "Night's long?" I asked. She nodded. "Quiet, but good for tips. Usually night owls from the city. A little drunk. Loose with their wallets and purses." She gave me my bill and I took my purse from my handbag. I handed her my card. "You've been kind to me," I said. "I know I don't look my best. Please add fifty percent on for yourself." She smiled. "Thanks, Hon. I appreciate that." She returned a minute later, giving me my card back. "Rejected," she said. No way, I thought. I'd been using it through the day. My bank account had my savings in it. "Could you try again?" I asked. "Already did. What about your credit cards? Or cash?" she suggested. There were no notes in the purse. I unzipped the loose change compartment. Nowhere near enough. "Honey? We don't run a charity here," she warned me. "I don't have credit cards," I said. A while back I'd ran up a ton of debt, and once I was clear I vowed never to use them again. "Frank, we got a free-loader out here!" she hollered. "No," I said. "It's an honest mistake. There's money in my account." As Frank, greasy apron and a gut looking like he ate more than he cooked, approached the table, I accessed the internet on my cell. "Look, look," I said, starting to panic a little. I was an honest guy. Girl? Woman? Whatever. I didn't pull stuff like this. I opened my account and- "Jesus," I whispered. Not only were my savings gone, I had crashed right through into an unarranged overdraft. Thankfully it was payday tomorrow so my account would be recovered, but I could see why the bank had stopped my card. How......? "Flo," I whispered, spotting a particularly large charge to MR Services. Mistress Rhiana, I thought. I knew it had been paid for somehow, but............"Fifteen hundred?" "You paying or not?" Frank asked. "I-I-" I looked up at him. "I can pay you in a day or so," I promised him. "You can't eat now, pay later. We don't run credit. Do we have to come to an arrangement, little sissy?" I thought about what I had done to the waiter. Jesus. Not again. Not so soon. What would he want from me? A blowjob? I didn't look great. Maybe a hand job. I swallowed deeply. I could do that. He leaned down on the table, fists bunched. "Well?" he demanded. I traced my nails over the back of his hand, scratching a little, preparing myself mentally for what was about to happen. He jerked away. "Are you nuts? See this ring," he said, holding up a finger showing a wedding band. "It means something. I meant you could work the rest of the night shift. Clear your bill that way. Any tips you earn you can split with Ellie." I managed a small laugh of relief. "We got any spare uniforms?" he asked Ellie. She looked at me. "What's your size, Honey?" "Sixteen. Sometimes eighteen," I whispered, not believing that I would have to work my bill off. But that had to be better than any alternative. Thank God Frank loved his wife. "We've got a sixteen. Might be a little tight up top, but she needs all the help she can. Those tiny boobs won't help with tips." "Help her out anyway you can and then get her to work. If the two of you are here there better be some cleaning done." six It wasn't as easy as that. When I went to change I was told to stay where I was. I undressed before them, removing my skirt and blouse, surprised how easy it was after my birthday experiences. The diner was road-side, and I hated it as passing headlights beamed over me. It was unlikely, but I imagined every driver staring in, laughing. "Is that-what is that?" Frank asked, pointing to my panties. "Do you even have a penis?" Tucked away and small, nestled in the panty-liner, there was no shape or bulge there. "I have....it's a........" I couldn't say the word in front of these strangers. I couldn't tell them my tiny penis was actually a delightful, wonderful clit. "Frank!" Ellie chastised her boss, spotting the wings of the panty- liner. "Leave the poor woman alone. Can't you see she's having her period?" I stood before them in my sexy lingerie bright red, my whole body blushing, until finally I was given the dress. It was a snug fit. It felt great. "Look, there just isn't enough there," Ellie said, touching my boobs. "That's girl's stuff. Just get her ready. The clock isn't ticking until she has a pad in her hand and a customer in front of her." He headed for the kitchen and Ellie began a speech I suspected she had given to a thousand new starters who breezed in and out of the diner. "You've got to use what you've got. Men are interested in three things in a waitress. Legs. Ass. And tits. Your legs are gorgeous. This uniform doesn't help to show your ass, but tits and cleavage.......We need........." She suddenly ran off. She came back a minute later with two slightly inflated balloons. "No way," I said. "Look, you're doing this. Like it or not. So you might as well get as much money out of it as you can." She unbuttoned the dress and reached into my bra with the balloons. She created a nice round shape for each breast with the help of my inserts, pushing my shaven boobs together. She buttoned the dress up. Then undid one. The cleavage looked amazing. "How does that song go?" she said, humming. "The bread man? Two out of three ain't bad." I thought for a moment. "Meatloaf?" "No, thank you. I ate earlier." "What if a balloon pops?" I asked. "We've got plenty left over from a birthday party. You look amazing, Honey?" "What about my face? I look a mess." "Well, take your handbag and get cleaned up in the ladies." I headed off for the door. "What's your name?" Ellie asked. "Kirsten," I said, almost naturally. seven When I emerged, with the minimal make-up I had --- a pink lipstick, mascara, a little eye shadow --- I looked a lot better. "I knew there was a cutie underneath that mess," Ellie smiled. She handed me a badge, and dressed as I was, I didn't even baulk at the female name. Kirsten. It's who I was, anyway. "Just your hair," she whispered, and then reached behind the counter. "Hold still." Standing behind me she fixed my hair and then gestured to a shiny counter. It looked like she had...... Ellie had tied my hair up with a bow. Big and fancy. It looked ridiculous, but at least it blended with the atmosphere of the diner. She handed me a mop and I cleaned the floor. Wiped the tables down. We chatted and had a girly laugh while we worked. I worked. Ellie, as nice as she was, saw a chance to put her feet up and Frank didn't seem to object. I didn't mind. I was enjoying the surprising shift. The diner was dead. It was just the three of us. Then my first customer walked in, staggering to a booth. He slumped down. "Go on," Ellie urged. With trepidation I approached the booth, pot in my hand. "Coffee?" I asked softly. He looked up, squinting. He shrugged, probably wondering if I was a man or a woman. He nodded. "I need to get sobered up before my wife sees me like this. Just keep it coming," he said. A couple entered, giggling, all over each other. They didn't even look up as I served them. Another man. This one more attentive. He touched my leg more than once. Wanted to chat, but I excused myself. I headed back to the first man, topping his drink up and then heard the kitchen bell. I went for the couple's food. Ellie caught me for a second. "You're doing good. Coffee guy will tip big because you're helping him get ready for his wife. Probably would appreciate a chat. The couple should treat you right. They don't know you exist but feel good together. The toucher," she said. "He'll tip big, but make sure he knows your limits. Flirt a little, but don't cross boundaries." Ellie reached over and unbuttoned another button on the dress. I heaved a little, pushing my bigger than normal breasts out. I was fearful of the balloons popping, but otherwise it felt good. "You're doing good," Ellie said. I returned to my customers, the couple virtually ignoring me, the man touching my legs again. "There's more to me than legs," I smiled sweetly. He looked up, stopping at my cleavage. I stood, the model pose Mistress Rhiana was trying to instill, heaving my chest out. "Up here, Sweetie," I said, finger under his chin. Some men like legs, Ellie had said. Some ass. Some tits. This guy liked everything he saw. "What time do you get off?" he asked. Pretty forward, I thought. I decided to play, not too sure how far I should go. But Ellie was around to save me if I mis-read the situation. "I get off all the time," I said, with a little pout. "But not with customers. Sorry if I'm a tease." "I like you teasing," he said. "I'll be back in a minute then," I promised, and went to my first customer. "Sober yet?" I asked. He looked up. "My wife's going to kill me." "Not supposed to be out drinking?" I queried, topping up his mug again. "Not supposed to be out," he murmured. "Give me a second," I told him, noting the couple were getting ready to leave. I caught them. "Thanks for visiting tonight." The guy pressed my palm. "That should cover it, and a little extra for you." At the door, as they were leaving, the young woman looked back. "I like the new girl, Ellie." I smiled as they headed to their car. I returned to my first customer, being discreet and not checking the money. "Here's what you do," I told him. "On your way home stop at a supermarket. Buy her some flowers. Nothing fancy, but keep it nice. Just a treat. A good thought. Tell her you made a mistake. Don't promise not to do it again, because that's a promise you might break. But tell her you'll try, and you do that. You keep trying if you love her. Got it?" He nodded. "Thanks. You should have one of them advice shows." I brushed him off. "Go on. Get on home to your lovely wife. She'll be wondering about you. Maybe even worried." I headed back to Touchy. "How are we doing?" "Maybe I want a different server so we can get off together?" he asked. "Sorry. Ellie is on a break. You're stuck with me," I told him. "Besides, I doubt I'm your kind of girl." And that was how the night went. Customers came and went. Mostly night owls who didn't care how I appeared. Occasionally I'd get a second look, but nobody was really suspicious about my gender. Ellie continued to coach me and hint at what might work. Make eye contact with the men, compliment the women, flirt and chat. When my shift finished I was actually a little down it was ending. We split the tips and made out quite well. The diner empty again, I removed my uniform and put my skirt and blouse back on. "She's a natural," Ellie told Frank, and I blushed. "You done this before?" he asked me. I shook my head. "Not once." "She kept track of all the customers," Ellie continued. "Didn't neglect or forget anybody. Timed her check-ins just right. I'm telling you, she'd be good for this place. I'll look after her." "What?" I said. "Sorry now? I have a-" "Okay. Get her details before she leaves. I'll take her on casually and see how she does." "But I have a job," I said. "Casual," he repeated. "And don't you come in looking like the slut you did tonight. You present yourself properly." Ellie handed me the uniform. "Looks like this is your, Honey." I wasn't too sure what was happening. I had a maid service advertised by Flo on Fictionmania. Now I was being offered a waitress job in a retro diner. The uniform was gorgeous. This was all happening too quickly, but....... I smiled, despite everything. Despite the tampons and the panty-liners. Despite the public humiliations. Despite all Flo was doing. And now Mistress Rhiana and Miss Alexa.....Despite the blow job. Despite the hospital visit. Despite the fact that I'd been up for nearly twenty-four hours now. Despite Touchy groping my legs and drooling about me..... Despite it all, I could only smile and think one thing: Best. Birthday. Ever.