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.....OOne of the perks of being a DOMINANT is to occasionally I get to show off. My favorite submissive, happens to live next door, was cleaning my house. Each Saturday morning he would ask permissive to clean for me. I'd point out to the play room where there was a maids outfit waiting for his sissy ass. It's entertaining to watch a strong macho type male in a dress and high heels, scrubbing my bathtub. He does a wonderful job with my laundry, folding my panties just right. There was a knock at the door. Missy froze. I ordered her to answer it. Shyly he peeked thru the window, then resignedly she opened the door. My friend Gene, a fellow dominant stopped by for brunch.' Oh Missy, did I forget to tell you that? He tried to hide behind the couch. Gene laughed. "Your own personal maid. Does he do windows?" I patted him on his sexy lace trimmed panties. "He does whatever I tell him!" Missy, sensing a challenging, playful tone in my voice cringed. I had him fetch us drinks. Gene marveled at her carefully walked in his high heels. Each time he came close I fondled his bottom, even pulling his panties down in the back. "What is that?" asked Gene, incredulously. Missy groaned in shame. I laughed, "One weekend a month Missy has her period. That's the string to her tampon you see." Gene thought that quite appropriate. Gene and I had set back talking and forgetting about Missy, she was busy in the kitchen. I was quiet surprised Missy came out with plates from the kitchen for both of us. I was very impressed With Missy's diligent behavior. She is being so attentive to us on her own. An hour later a very contrite Missy asked if there was something else to be done? Normally after a few hours of servitude I rewarded my sissy slave by allowing him to masturbate while I describe how silly he looks dressed like a woman. He has always been very private in his submissive desires and I know he was hoping to leave now, since I had company. He stood very still as my hands roamed over his ass and cock. He trembled with desire. I teasingly rubbed his crotch, making his cock flinch. After a short time I pointed to the lacy front. "Look, he's creaming in his panties!" Gene laughed. I always talk to him just like a girl,"Look at his little CLITTIE creaming just like a girl. I have threatened him with a strap-on cock. Watch how hard his cock gets." Gene was laughing said,"If he gets wet like a girl, he needs to be fucked like me!" My friend has a fondness for strap-on sex. "No!" Missy cried, looking at me for mercy. I stood over him, the anger clear in my eyes. "Slaves don't get a vote." He lowered his eyes submissively. "Go get Caroline out of my end table Missy." I ordered. He minced into the bedroom and returned with a strap-on. I told him to give Caroline to Gene. She was delighted to help putting Caroline on. Missy looked very uncomfortable. I made him sit between us on the couch, I lowered his head down to Caroline. Gene then took his head holding it while she was raising up and down. I started rubbing his panties watching them get wetter and a munch larger tent in his panties. I reached under the couch, came out with my a powerful vibrator that's has a large ball on its end for a CLITTIE. I pressed the vibrator against his cock, just below the head. He immediately began wiggling and squirming girlishly." Watch Gene I'm going to make him cream in his panties!" He was still busy in Gene's lap with her cock. The sound of my voice, as usual, triggered his orgasm. He moaned and came , soaking the front of his panties. As he trembled with spent passion, I stroked the tip of his wet cock I pressed my dripping fingers to his lips feeding him his own cum. Gene laughed. 'Do you like the taste
of cum?" Missy nodded and whispered "May I have some more?"Giggling,
I applied another coat to his lips. Gene was impressed with my control
over Missy. She said "you not only made him do it, you made him like
it!" Embarrassed lowering her head. Missy
asked, "May I please be released to go clean up." I replied,
"You know what to do." Missy slid down from the couch to the
floor on her knees. Looking down with her head lowered,"Thank you
mama and thank you Gene may I please be dismissed?" "Yes you
may."
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