SISSY MOMMY’S NEW LOVER

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SISSY MOMMY’S NEW LOVERSISSY MOMMY’S NEW LOVERI looked down at the poor thing, he had such sad eyes. “What’s the matter dear, corset too tight?” He shook his head ‘no.’ “No, Mommy, it’s fine.” “Fine? Well then perhaps we can get you down another half an inch. Up,” I commanded. Dejectedly he rose to his feet & turned his back to me. Would he never learn to give an answer without getting himself in more trouble? I do believe that his continual sissification was dumbing him down. He might very well end up an empty-headed, bimbo, maid & cocksucker, not that those aren’t useful commodities in my household. My latex cocktail dress prevented me from putting a knee in his back to pull in the laces. “Breathe in wimp,” I ordered. “Mistress, he gasped, “I am.” A final tug drew the restrictive garment down just a bit more. “Comfy?” I mocked. “No, Mistress.” I smiled & gave him a little kiss on the cheek. “Perfect, you look so curvy & feminine, bahis siteleri & that steel boning so improves your posture.” Dejectedly he nodded his agreement, as if he had any choice in the matter. “Now hurry on downstairs; Tyrone will be here for me soon & remember, he is Master Tyrone or Sir to you. I must finish dressing.” He curtsied as best as could, so restricted was he within the boning of the cruel pink corset. As I finished my makeup I heard the door bell & the click of sissy’s heels scurrying to the door. The thought of his utter shame & humiliation at what was transpiring made me clench my thighs. Such wicked delights awaited all of us later. But first I would enjoy a wonderful evening out with an Alpha male. Sissy curtsied & took Tyrone’s coat. Even in his five inch stilettos my little sissy was dwarfed by the taller Tyrone, who reached out to take one of Sissy’s nipples in his huge hand. “Just a corset, stockings bets10 güvenilir mi & heels, no dress this evening?” mocked Tyrone. “Yes, Master.” Pinching the nipple Tyrone delighted in seeing sissy squirm. “Well, you do look like quite the slut.” He pulled & twisted at the nipple watching sissy grimace. “Are you a slut?” “Yes sir, master. I’m a slut.” “Well slut, my laundry is outside & while I’m wining, dining, & fucking your sexy wife this evening I expect you to take care of it.” Releasing his grip Tyrone walked to the living room, casually ordering, “A drink sissy, Now!” I made my entrance down the stairs as sissy was bending at the waist, offering my hunk of a date his drink. “Constance, you look radiant!” He rose to kiss me, a light kiss, so as not to muss my immaculate makeup or coiffure. I stepped back & twirled on my gleaming black patent stiletto, the little black latex cocktail dress rising mobilbahis just enough to show a glimpse of garter & stocking. Black leather elbow-length gloves sheathed my arms & diamonds glittered from my neck & ears. All bought by my cuckold husband. “You approve?” I asked as I fitted one of my dark European cigarillos into my long black holder. Sissy immediately appeared with a light & I blew a contemptuous stream of smoke in his face. Tyrone smiled a wicked smile. “Our reservations aren’t for 45 minutes & you look sinful.” “Darling, curb your enthusiasm at least for a while. This is all yours baby, but later, after dinner & dancing.” “I don’t think I can wait,” he pleaded. “You must,” I insisted. “But I do realize that real men have needs. How about a blow job, just to hold you over until later?” “Works for me,” he laughed. “Sissy, get your faggot ass over here!” I yelled. “Master demands satisfaction. Crawl over here & open your mouth.” Sissy started to cry as Tyrone stuck his huge cock into his mouth. We kissed passionately as my wimp husband sucked my black lover’s cock. When Tyrone cried out in pleasure, we laughed at the pathetic little fag sucking Tyrone cum dry.

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