I was wandering if my wife could really get in the role of being a Dominatrix. Would she really enjoy having DD as her Slave? Could my wife become the...Dominatrix that I want and need? All my questions were answered that night. My Mistress started that evening letting me know just how much she was looking forward to having DD serve her. First my Mistress painted my toenails red, something she does not like and I am not allowed to do at home. Then I was told to get my ass in the shower and make. Aren't thosejust extra sissy," she stated.The panties I had on were a pair I had bought from a lady online thattook regular panties and "sissied them up" as she put it. Pink satin,double layered so there was smooth satin inside and out, with extrafrilly lace added around the waste and leg holes. Embroidered accrossthe right hip were the words, "sissyboy".Walking around to the front, she looked at every inch of me. "Not asingle hair anywhere," she noticed. "Very good, pantybois don't. Carmen lit a cigarette and took a long, deep drag from it as she walked away pretending not to hear Joella’s question. ‘Where are you going, Carmen?’ Joella grabbed a section of her silky dark hair with an extra hot curling iron. After searing every strand, Joella finished styling her evenly cut medium-length hairdo. Her almond-shaped eyes stared deeply into the mirror over the bathroom sink checking for any hair that might be out of place. Carmen started to fix herself something to eat for. .I was feeling as if she was a college going girl and looking stunning. T-shirt was just reaching her waist and jeans was hugging her body like skin... I told her she was looking like a baby...Then I realized words written on her T-shirt...Heaven is Here...And surely it was...Her boobs looked like a firm water melon hanging...waiting for T-shirt to tear apart to make them free. She told me: Varsha: Parth tmyis tooooo tight...i cant breath Me: Varsha tmyis fashion and u look stunning. Varhsa:.