“Sissy doesn’t apply here, something’s missing. Get up!” She demanded. Catching my breath, I looked up at her. “When I give you an order, you respond, ‘yes, Mistress!’ Do I make myself clear?” She instructed venomously. “Yeah,” I responded. WHACK! Hardcore She slapped me hard across the face, “What was that?!” I recoiled, “Yes, Mistress!” I exclaimed meekly. “That’s better, John is also Master, is that clear?” “Yes, Mistress.” “Good, whore. Now get up!” “Yes, Mistress,” I said as I slowly got up to my feet. “Now, drop ‘em!” I was suddenly taken back to her bedroom, those years ago when she gave me the same command. I guess she always was a femdom, but I never noticed or realized, and that’s what I found attractive about her. I undid the buckle of my belt, the amateur button and zipper of my jeans, and stepped out of them. “The shirt, too, off with it!” Cara barked. “Yes, Mistress!” I responded as I quickly took off my shirt, now I’m standing before her and her husband in only my leopard print Victoria’s Secret v-string. “See, I told you he was a sissy!” Cara chuckled to John. “You were right,” he conceded with a haughty chuckle. Cara went into their asian bedroom and rummaged in her closet for a moment, and came back holding the same dress I wore for her those years ago! “Put this on!” She demanded. “You japanese pov looked so good in it those years ago, better than I did,” she admitted. “But then again, I always one to wear the pants, wasn’t I, you cock sucking sissy!” “Yes, Mistress” I obediently said as I slipped the dress on over my head and donned it. It was shorter now that I’ve grown taller, barely covering my ass, but it still fit! I couldn’t believe it. “I can’t believe you kept it.” I whispered under my breath. “Of course I did, slut! I was waiting for the day that you would come crawling back to me, and I was with a real man, who knew how to fuck, unlike you!” She chided me. “Now, get back to sucking!” She casually got out her phone and began recording again. “Yes, Mistress.” I got back down on my knees again, Master’s cock still rock solid. I grabbed it and guided it back into my mouth, gingerly bobbing my head back and forth. I decided not to risk it. “Is that your erection, Michael?” If people believed you ruled them, it became their reality. He admired the goose bumps amateur on her skin, tremoring against his touch. I think that I have earned it. Hannah knew that what she was suffering now would be a drop in the ocean compared to what would happen if Hardcore she went to pov the party. She was so wet that his entire shaft went in in one go. She hadn't smelled anything japanese like it before. “Really?” my sister asked. I raise my eyebrows at her. It was a body-fitted suit along with skin-tight bottom. I opened my eyes and saw the woman reaching over to a button on the wall. - I realized in the asian first part of the story I mixed up the narrative between first person and third person. Our breathing got less pronounced until we both had clearly recovered.