For some unknown reason i found this slightlybelittling attitude quite exciting as it seemed to confirm and finalizemy complete acceptance of my femin...ne nature. I started to revell inshowing of my effeminate little affectations to my stern masculineadmirer whom i of course still had to adress as Sir. I loved it.... Ireally wanted him to belittle me, to treat me like the empty headedsubmissive girlthing i portraied, his pretty little lady... There wassomething so very sexy about surrendering. Yes, please. Please God don’t make her stop.’ Her eyes opened and she looked at me imploringly. ‘Please.’ ‘But then,’ I replied, slowly, thoughtfully. ‘Then you must do something for me.’ ‘Oh yes, anything. Just don’t make her stop. Please don’t make her stop.’ ‘Alright then. Anya, you can continue. Give her what she wants. And don’t stop before she’s ready. Don’t stop until she tells you to stop.’ ‘Yes, Sir.’ And Anya carried on. Her hair falling down onto Rachel’s legs as she kissed and. Out in the hallway, I turned at the front door, to say goodbye. Mary opened a drawer in a small table and held something out for me. ‘You’ll want this.’ She said and handed me a dog lead and a collar. ‘Thank you.’ I said, and smiled at Nigel. ‘Good bye,’ said Mary. ‘Bye.’ And off we went. The drive home really didn’t take that long. We got home around two pm, and Nigel got my stuff upstairs in a jiffy. I stood looking out of the living-room window while I waited for him to finish. When he was. Finally with a shriek, Kathy's entire body went rigid as her orgasm raced through her body. The juices flowed out of her now overstimulated pussy and soaked the padded seat cushion beneath her. Her head rolling side to side, Kathy began moaning in ecstasy. She couldn't understand it. Each subsequent orgasm seemed to be more powerful than the last.After several more seconds, Kathy finally began to come around and quickly moved her hand away from her pussy when she realized she was still playing.