“This is how it’s going to be. In the bedroom, I’m the mistress, you the slave. I decide when you get your sex and how you get it. You have to w...rk hard, beg hard to get it. Is that understood?” She swung her whip on his back again. Arjun had little choice but to say yes. “Good, kiss my feet”, she said lifting his chin up with the tip of her boot.With that Monica began training her husband. She paced up and down the room with Arjun trailing close behind her on all fours, the skin on his knees. She took one look around the den and exclaimed, "You read my mind. Thank you for making a fire that we could sit by and look out over the farm." She flopped down in the recliner between the fireplace and the window."My uncle was a hard working farmer. We spent innumerable nights sitting right here in his favorite chair, with me on his lap, telling stories about ghosts and witches and things that went bump in the night. I loved when Mother and me could come up here from Texas and stay a few. "Hmmmmmm," He said almost toHimself. " Get back under me, sissy, and stroke that little nub betweenyour legs".I slid back under the chair and started stroking as He informed me ofthe new rules. Since I was a sissy, I could put a little more effortinto being all the sissy I could be. He told me that in the future, Iwould have to wear a bra, every day, all day, except when I slept orbathed the 2 times a week that it was allowed. He did not care aboutthe fact that someone might notice it at my. When she finished she looked at me and said, “I didn’t know people wrote stuff like this. Is it out on the Internet?” When I nodded she said that she did have a story I would find interesting but first of all we had to get better acquainted. “Follow me!” She ordered. Watching her ass move as she led the way towards the parking lot added noticeably to the size of my hanging hose.She led me to a small RV, the kind built on a truck chassis so they are easy to handle. When we went inside I marveled.