Yes sir." Very well, I will see you later this afternoon for our session. Have a good day." Thank you, sir."Phillip played back in his head the conver...ation he had with the School's Headmaster as he walked, a tad slowly, towards the Danger Room.'I said it, but I guess I did not convey it strong enough to the Professor of just how scared of Wolverine I am. Then there was that fiasco from last night. What the hell did Sally mean by she needed me? Did she need me there to hold her hand? Did she. ”“Then yes please, Tom. And my name is Jean.” Tom smiled and placed his small rucksack between them on the seat. He first took out two sandwiches, individually wrapped in clear plastic bags, then a large stainless steel flask, and finally a white porcelain mug with Je Aime Mon Papa! printed on it.“Which cup do you prefer, Jean—they’re both clean?”“I’ll take the one on the flask, Tom: I assume that the mug has some special significance for you.” He nodded.“Help yourself to a sandwich, Jean,” he. ..sir. I have plans toda..." He cut me off before I could finish my last word. "Shut it, cunt. Your plans are whatever I give you. I will be in your home in one hour. Douche yourself, shower and get your sissy outfit back on. And be sitting on your sissy chair." With that he hung up, leaving me standing there with my mouth wide open, unsure what just happened or what to do next. This Black Master had basically just made it clear in no uncertain terms that I was his sissy slave at all times and. I filled the bathtub up with warm water and removed my robe and slipped inside of the bath. I started to stroke at the cock. Admiring the size and the thickness of it. I was holding it in my hands. I stroked it fast and hard with my one hand and massaged and played with my breasts. After a few minutes of this, I squeezed the bulb hard and all of the fake come came shooting all over me. I squeezed the bulb again and some squirted on my face and neck. My body was glistening with all of this fake.