To be such a sissy, I would wear a gaff that would hide my shamefulparts. But, to signify my spiritual submission and preparation, this gaffwould need...to be blessed by a man first. Normally, sissies like me ask ablack, muscular stud to do the blessing. However, after ten years ofbeing devoted to Achref, my Egyptian stud, I thought it more appropriateto ask him first. But he declined. In his mind, he still wanted topossess me as a "man", as a submissive bottom. I felt sad after hisrefusal, yet I. ” “Do I know you?” she said, studying my face. “ James, I used to live across from you in Seattle.” “ James,” she said. “My, you’ve grown up.” “When did you move out here” I questioned? “A couple of years ago, met a guy and came out here.” “Where you heading,” she ask? “No where tonight,” I said. “What time do you get off tonight, I would love to buy you dinner or a drink if you would be a mind to” I said. “My shift ends in an hour, and I would love a drink” she added letting her glance run up. He sucked in a quiet breath and bit his lips lightly. She could swear she knew what he was thinking but resisted the urge to smile. This was no longer a Cute-Boy-Meet-Cute-girl flirt. He wanted to fuck her. And she wanted him to. Right here. The mere thought of doing it in a warm, bakery while the first rains were falling torrents outside got her squeezing her legs. She’d never forget something like that in a long while. Especially, if he was half as good as he was handsome. Meanwhile there was. Melody kissed him on the cheek. “You’re the best. A better master than I could have ever dreamed of.” She moved closer and laid her head on his shoulder. “What other questions did you have?”Mike thought for a moment. “Honestly, I want to learn more about Melody the person. Likes, dislikes, interests and such.”“Well...” she said, seductively raising her eyebrow.“Besides sexual interests!” Mike laughed at himself for not anticipating her response.Melody giggled. “Fine, fine. I haven’t developed.