Returning to bed, I felt a very strange and humbling sensation. For some reason, the outfit, the make-up, and the one-sided love making were all making me feel very pliant, almost like I was some sort of obedient, docile lesbian slave, not just the slut she wanted. This strange emotion swept through me, altering my usual, very strong masculine inclinations and I felt oddly very contented, as though the position was part of my inherent, basic personality. It was an almost masochistic rage, a need to humble myself, turn myself into a meek slave for her. The feeling excited me uncontrollably. The strangest part was that I felt an inner peace that hadn't previously existed, as though I finally found my salvation.