Made thick. Masculine. I love way it lays flat against his skin and can be hidden under his suits if he chooses to wear it to more prestigious occasio...s. I have the tools of punishment always within reach. Though I am not dressed for play I am always presented as Mistress, at home. I grab the lipstick. I walk over to my slave and grab his face. ‘Such a pretty slut, aren’t you?’ I make a point to carefully apply the lipstick on his firm, pout. ‘Yes Mistress.’ I nod my approval. I always. Sandra was sure that when this had been a few weeks ago, they would probably already have crossed the path of a few people on these trails. But now, the area they were riding through looked abandoned and the few permanent caravans that stood inside the forest along the trail they were following now looked locked and abandoned.When they finally reached the clearing where the stone quarry was, Sandra was more than happy about it, because in the shadows of the forest, it had been pretty cold. She opens the wardrobe, revealing a row of stunning concoctions of satin, latex, lace and PVC. She hangs up my clothes and puts the shoes on the bottom shelf which houses a collection of wonderful sissy shoes.I stand shivering in my underwear – black seamed stockings, six strap black suspender belt, black French knickers and camisole, and underneath the camisole a black lacy bra.“Very elegant,” says Mistress Zara, “but hardly suitable for an aspiring sissy maid. Have you done as I instructed. ”“I don’t think you’d have any trouble finding someone willing to help,” she said darkly.“I’m glad we understand each other. What about the tests for the girls?”“There’s a clinic that can do the tests for girls and they’ll keep the information confidential, send it to them or text them when the results are in.”“Is there any charge for it?” I asked. “I know the HIV screening isn’t cheap.”“The rest of the tests are fine. That one can be up to $70 for the rapid return on results.”“Can I go down.