"Donna thanked me again. I was gaining the distinct impression that she was very thankful, which far from being tedious, made me happy that I had plea...ed her so much. In the repetitive conversation she thanked me for "using your vibrator on me."I corrected her, "YOUR vibrator, Donna. It's a present for you. I was just waiting for a good time to give it to you. That was a good time, wasn't it?" That was a VERY good time!" Yes, I could tell. My tonsils are still vibrating from your scream."I. From this day forward I am Mistress Lisa." TWENTY-ONE!" I moaned through gritted teeth. She let me up, then.I slowly and dizzily stood up. My head was swimming from a mix ofexcitement and fear. My cockstuck out and throbbed awkwardly whileI stood before my tormentor. It was already dripping with pre-cum.Embarrassed, I reached down to pull up my pants."DON'T YOU DARE PULL THOSE UP, YET!!!" Mistress Lisa scolded me,and I quickly obeyed. "I am nowhere near through torturing youpathetic little. Especially one of them in particular... Her name was Crissy. She was 13, and she developed a crush on me. As time went by, she hung around more and more, and she stuck to me like glue. Soon, she found little excuses to brush against me, touch me on the arm, and so forth. I found it all rather interesting, and I began to pay a little closer attention to her... Crissy was blond-haired, blue-eyed, and lightly freckled. Nobody would call her gorgeous, but she was pretty in an innocent-little-waif. One evening, we had gone to a theater in the downtown area. Abbey was awesome. Her hair and make up were high style. She was wearing black thigh high hose, held in position by the lace covered elastic tops on the hose. Her feet were shod in black patent leather pumps with four inch heels. Her wrists were locked behind her back with leather wrist cuffs. A black satin cape covered her bondage and nakedness. I had a hell of a time hiding my erection. During the show, I would slip my.