"Good girl. Good sissy fucktoy girl. That's my pretty, pretty girl.You know all of this. You submit to me so wonderfully. You giveyourself to me s... beautifully. You are my pretty, pretty girl. Andevery time that dog mounts you and cums inside you, you become evenprettier and an even better sissy fucktoy. And that makes me happy. Andyou like making me happy, don't you? Of course you do. You're mypretty, pretty sissy fucktoy girl." He kissed her again.Master Carl stood back up, having. I was covered in red, sticky energy drink. I knew I was going to have to change clothes. Because I was rushing,I forgot that I didn't get to dry my other clothes, so now do I hike in wet sticky clothes or wet clothes, either is going to suck. I though, fuck I am out here alone, I might as well hike in the nude. Haven't come up on anyone since I took this and seriously doubt anyone is going to come up behind me. Anyone who started after me would get caught out here in the dark. Plus i love being. That is where my passion for corporal punishment comes in. I have collected CP magazines and DVDs for years, and more recently downloaded much material from the internet. I have a nice collection of punishment instruments and other items collected over time. The toy collection as I like to refer to it.I like to keep myself fit, spend a lot of time outdoors in the countryside around my Dorset home. I am single by choice and although now in my fifties I look good for my age (even if I say so. "Is this it? You got me this big dress?" she wondered.I just didn't know what to say, and she assumed it was for her. She immediately took off her shirt, and shorts, and tried it on. She was in for a surprise, that dress was way too big for her."What the hell, dude? This is way too big," she said.I didn't know what to say again, so there were only two possibilities. Either I told her the truth, or her assumptions were gonna take her in another direction."This is for someone else? Are you.