I had taken a big dump shortly before so I was pretty cleaned out and ready for a quick fuck as I spread a little butter on my asshole that King liked...to lick. I was feeling pretty excited about doing it in the mow having a much softer surface to kneel on as I knelt down in front of the staircase of bales with my thighs against the layer of bales I bent over to rest my chest on. I was about to call King over but he was already behind me and began mounting me without bothering to lick first. I. I had a huge smile onmy face. I had proved that I was a good sissy. I had sucked and swallowedcocks all day long. My jaw was sore and my stomach was full, but I feltgood because I had obeyed Master's commands. I didn't really have achoice."Good sissy cum dump," he said as I closed my eyes. Maybe tomorrow, Ithought, I would be a bad sissy. Not so much that I would disobey Master,but just enough that he would punish me and help make me be a bettersissy slut.What would he do?Ohh, maybe he'd tattoo. No one is going to come for thanksgiving week. I like this idea. Plus, if there are problems, at least they only impact family and not tenants. I’ll be able to fix them and spot them before tenants come in. Good idea Judy.” They all agreed and off we went. I got my Certificate later that day and I was set. That Monday, as I was watching my furniture get delivered, I got a call from Judy. She said, “Hey, is the furniture there yet?” I said, “Yeah, watching it being delivered and assembled. '" Uh oh," I said. I knew whatever happened after that, was not good.Pyx nodded. "He left so quickly, I had no time to object."Suddenly, everyone was coming at me with questions. Some of them were real simple, but I couldn't think of an answer. I started telling them to do what they think best. But more questions came. Suddenly, I couldn't breathe, and I passed out." They should have called me," I said."Only Chef Paul has your number."When I came to, I begged my co-workers not to tell Chef.