Again, I wondered just how many changes all of my women had gone through because of Master PC. Would any of them rather spit than swallow? It didn't l...ok like it thus far. Linda continued her cleaning by licking her wonderful breasts and finally scooping up the few spots left on her cheeks, nose and chin. She grinned at me as she nuzzled my resiliently hard pole.With a twitch from my foot-pal, Linda was on her feet, shimmying out of her skirt and panties. She stroked me a couple of times and I. We spoke for a little while before he suggested we go to the bathroom to get ready. First thing he got me undressed and I got in the shower to get smooth all over. He helped me with getting hairs off around my sissy pussy and clit and I shaved my legs and armpits. (I'm naturally pretty smooth anyway but a sissy always must be super smooth) Then he douched my boy pussy until it was super clean and gave it a little lick just to check. We then got out the shower and dried off before he put my. After a few missed connections the day finally came where we would meet. He told me that he would be at the house right at noon. I got up in the morning and did my usual workout. When I returned home my heart started racing at the thought of some stranger coming into my house and fucking me. I immediately took a shower.. I toweled off and started preparing . In my hidden stash I found a lacy pair of black bikini panties and pulled out one thigh high nylon. I pulled on the panties , sat on. To an inexperienced Master or Mistress he might appear a compliant object, one who knelt without objection, who placed his magnificent arms and legs in position for the shackles, who extended his glorious backside conveniently for the marathon caning sessions, but this one never let go of his pride. While the Handler found this rather exciting, the Mistress found it boring. She was near to admitting defeat and getting rid of him, something rare in this establishment. The Handler and those in.