A few more weeks have gone by and you're taking to your training well. You don't even put up a fight any more. I've thrown away all your boxers and replaces them with cheap panties. Your caged up clit fits so perfectly in them! We've started high heel training and I've caught you admiring yourself in the mirror. You even seem to be enjoying your maid outfit, you looked so cute baking cupcakes the other day! Now that you've transformed, however, I don't really see you as a sex partner any more. I know you came into the bedroom thinking I was going to praise you for being a good girl and reward you with sex, but no. Just because I'm on the bed doesn't mean we're going to fuck. Undo that train of though. I just don't really respect you as a man anymore. I think we need to change your name...