"Yes, Mistress," I replied. "Thank you,Mistress." Don't thank me," she said. "It's Marcus' file. He loves hypnotizing boyslike you into becoming flami...g sissy sluts. Is that what you want?" Yes, Mistress," I cried out. "I am a sissy slut!"She just shook her head and smiled. "I know you are, sweetie."With that she handed me a butt plug and told me to get dressed, as weneeded to get to work. One hour later I was dressed in my boring boyclothes and sitting in my cubicle. I didn't get a lot done. “Thank you Master,” you say to me, your eyes locking with mine as I look at you. I spin the whip in my hand before quickly, and without warning, whipping you between your legs. You tense, not from pain, but surprise. The strike to your pussy more mild than the ones to your ass. I repeat the action, sending the whip between your legs once again. I can see your facial reactions this time, and you bite your lip as the the whip gently strikes your pussy. “This whipping arouses you slave?” I ask,. I wish she'd raged and screamed and yelledand hit me. I wish she'd broken things and cried. Anything would havebeen better than seeing her standing there trembling before me, rackedwith silent sobs."Tracy," she said, in a broken little voice, "how could you do this tome? You're all I have in this world. I wish I had a daughter whowouldn't give me any trouble instead of a son like you."And with that she was gone. I think we both cried ourselves to sleepthat night.I woke up the next morning and I. He lost consciousness of anything other than Sam’s landing strip and the luscious moist lips unfolding before him, her strong musk a product of their vigorous hike. Roy licked gently, alternating upper thighs, closing quickly enough on his goal. Beginning with the most gentle firm-tongue touch he began at her tight pucker and proceeded up to her neat landing strip… he repeated this several times gradually increasing the pressure of his tongue. Sam struggled to retain control; her involuntary.