You guys remember a few months ago when I wrote about My bitch, MG? well I have been having too many issues to get this post up. but I wanted to tell you all about the assignment he had that he FINALLY completed…well at least partially.
when I say he is My bitch, I mean he is a panty wearing, cock sucking, ass whore who just happens to have a tiny little white dick. hahaha. well he has been calling for quite a long time now and every time I ask what panties he is wearing, he says “the sheer thong” which I assume he stole from his wife. well I decided that he couldn’t continue be a panty bitch unless he was willing to expand his “wardrobe”, LOL. so I gave him the assignment of a shopping trip to Vic Secret. he whined and moaned, as bitches are known to do. “what if someone recognizes me?… what if the clerks laugh at me?” wahwahwah…crybaby.
he finally went shopping and he was too much of a pussy to actually tell the clerk the panties were for him. but he did buy the exact one I instructed him to…red lace! so during our next call, he wore the fire engine red lace panties and stroked his tiny little chick stick while I told him how much his cock starved wife was loving the gang bang she was getting from the guys with huge, black cocks! in fact, I am not sure that he ever came harder! then I got to listen as he lapped up his spooge like a good little cum slut.
so if you are a bitch and you need some sissy training, give me a call. you will be glad you did because I am not the kind of Mistress who just sits on the phone name calling. I actually enjoy training little sissy fags like you and controlling your pathetic little mangina!
I still have lots of specials going on during this strained economy and I always love it when you guys vote for Me/Us even if you can’t call.
I dressed carefully for his arrival. Ever the tease, I sprayed the perfume on all my little hot spots before I slipped the bikini panties over my hips. That lacy bra that he loves so much went on next. My nipples were peeking through the lace and my breasts nearly spilling over the top as I fastened it. Then it was time to smooth the body cream onto my calves & thighs. I want him to feel how silky they are under the fishnet stockings that drive him to distraction. There’s something so erotic about sliding the stockings up (or down) my legs.
I can feel myself getting a little wet in anticipation of what’s to come. I chose the black lace blouse from my closet. It’s one of those tops that’s there but might as well not be, if you know what I mean. Normally I’d throw on a pair of tight jeans to further entice him. But tonight is a special kind of punishment for him. He came without permission last weekend. So, this weekend is all about teasing him over & over…and denying him of course! So I opt for the sequined black mini skirt instead. This way he will be tortured with the sight of the lacy tops of my stockings every time I bend over.
I brushed through my long straight tresses again and added just a tad bit more lipstick, giving myself a wicked grin before stepping out of the bathroom. This was going to be too much fun! I just love a good tease. I’m sure you all know what comes next. The coup de grace as they say.
I leaned over to pull the thigh high stiletto heeled boot up. And as I pulled the right boot on, I had a flashback to the last time I’d worn them. It was New Year’s in Toronto. I sat across from him in our hotel room with my tight assed Levi’s tucked into these sexy streetwalker boots and I teased him with them…pushing the heel into his bulge, rubbing the sole of the boot all over his crotch. Hahaha. I can still see the look on his face when he realized that I wasn’t going to stop. That “ohmigod, she’s gonna make me cum in my pants” look. I wonder if that thought will flash through his mind when he walks in to find me wearing them again.
As I pass the coat closet and glance at myself in the mirror there, I think to myself “You look like a high priced call girl darling”. And tonight I am gonna rock his world like the hottest hooker in Amsterdam. I turn the stereo on as I pass by. Only a few minutes more until he arrives. I know that he’ll let himself in with his key, so I just set about lighting all the candles. The mood has been set…
…. to be continued….