I knew it was difficult for him, that Sissie was nervous and had neverdone it before. He was the perfect sissy during the event, providing agood dinne..., excellent service and knew his place. He was not anembarrassment nor did he cause any scenes. My lover complimented him onthe food and what a prissy little panty waist he was for a husband. Andas we both know this is both a beautiful compliment and at the same timean assault on his manhood as well. He smiled and thanked my lover thusproving. Mistress purposely led Her slave over gravel or rocks whenever possible to increase his suffering which brought a smile to Her face. slave sometimes cried out in pain during the journey, but was also grateful that his suffering pleased Mistress and wanted nothing more than to obey Her completely.Once T/they arrived at the Bridal Feast locale, Mistress led slave to the head table where both of their immediate families would be joining them. The remaining guests, family, and friends sat. We don’t know what’s in it, but the way she asked made it sound pretty serious.’ I opened and read Barbara’s letter asking me to help the girls through events that were likely going to be happening soon. Robin asked, ‘What’s going on? Why would Mother write to you? Is she trying to hurt you now?’ I quickly replied, ‘No, that isn’t what it is. I will let you read her letter because it concerns you, and then we will talk about it.’ They each read the letter. They both looked at me with serious. Finally, she sat next to me, very close, and set the glass down directly under the breast that was closest to her, which happened to be the right one. I finally stole a glance at her. "Um ... Ann ... Um ... You're naked, too." You don't expect me to get your warm, wet milk all over my clothes, do you?" No," I answered contritely. "No, of course not. Sorry." You talk too much. Little milk cows don't talk. They just moo. Why don't you try that, instead." She reached below me and put her smooth,.