“Get in here, you worthless little twit!” she growled from the bedroom. He was sitting in the corner in the kitchen when he heard her, and he jumped so badly that he almost fell on the floor. He hurried to the bedroom. “Yes, Mistress?” he asked, worriedly trembling. “You little pervert; you’ve been in my panty drawer again, haven’t you??” “Oh – but Mistress, I was just putting new rose petal satchels …” “But Mistress …. But Mistress…” she mimicked him. “The only ‘butt’ in trouble here is yours!” “Yes Mistress,” he sniveled. She glared at him a minute longer, making him squirm under her eyes. “Get those clothes off,” she said suddenly. “You don’t deserve to dress like a man.” “You’re going to make me dress like a  Sissy girl?” he cried, removing his clothes as quickly as he could. “No, you don’t deserve to dress like a woman either … and the word is WOMAN, you useless wimp, not ‘girl’!” Her first smile appeared, though it was one to fear indeed. “No … you will be dressed like a sissy!” She reached into the drawer and pulled out a package. “Did you see these when you were in here?” she asked, tempting him. Indeed he had. They were deliciously new, so feminine, pink, satin, shimmering, and with three rows of lace across the bottom! Call me for some Domination Phone Sex

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