Jo, Shemale Goddess! Part 1

Jo had met men who felt the need to belittle her or even try to physically harm her once they had satisfied their lust. Her karate training usually prevented the latter, but she had been subjected to her share of verbal abuse and had given back as good as she got. Norman wasn't physically abusive, though it might have been better if he was because most wounds inflicted to the body heal even if they leave scars. Instead, he had the knack of sensing people's insecurities and taunting them beyond breaking point. Jo had never met anyone who said nastier things, and without provocation. It had taken all her willpower to keep going to Norman's mansion to visit Ricki regularly and keep her spirits up and possibly from committing suicide, but there had been no other choice—Norman had kept Ricki housebound for the first six months of their relationship.
Ricki had had free access to Norman's credit cards to shop as much as she liked online. She could have had champagne and caviar for breakfast if she'd fancied them. But, she couldn't have left the house if she'd wanted to. Norman had assigned one of his minders to Ricki and the man had been almost like her shadow, only much more persistent and annoying. But once he had broken Ricki to his will, Norman had given her the freedom to come and go as she liked, knowing that even a badly treated dog returns to its master. By then she had been drinking heavily, starting the day with 'hair of the dog' to get over her hangover. As soon as the hangover was gone and she had been able to think clearly, she had needed another drink or two to take the edge off reality. It had taken almost two years of Jo's support and bullying before Ricki had finally dried out.

"You know I was only joking about being drunk," Jo apologized. "But you leaving Norman?"

"The bastard's been fucking around with another man."

"What?"

It wasn't that Norman was so straight it was impossible for Jo to imagine him with another man, other than Ricki. It was more the fact that the man had spent years and more money than Jo would probably earn in a lifetime cultivating his Heffneresque public persona. Norman always swore that Ricki was the only man that he had ever fucked, insisted that he wasn't attracted to men, that Ricki was an anomaly.