It was almost too much for Linda. She told me she was not feeling well and wanted to go upstairs and take a short nap. I didn't want her to leave me b...t I relented.About an hour later she returned all bubbly and happy, I was glad she took her nap. After about an hour or two of dancing we finally went up stairs to our room. We undressed each other. When I undressed Linda she had her white stocking on under her gown, and as usual no panties. I could see that on the insides of her stocking were. This is a turn off to the highest degree for most sissies. I’m guessing many of you have already figured out the sexual aspects pretty well.Being verbally dominant and forceful in your actions pretty much meets most sissies’ expectations. What about the rest of the day? Did you know that many submissives actually yearn to be controlled by their dominant femdom partner most of the time? But both of you are busy and keeping him mentally submissive throughout the day seems unrealistic.The Mind Of. There isn't a better man I've ever been fucked by than your man, but I don't have a problem expressing my love with another woman either."Dee looked at her mom with a questioning look and asked, "Do you mean you've slept with a woman?" Yes honey," she smiled. "I have slept with a few women. Women know more about how to turn on another woman than any man ever will. Although I have to say that Tom does a pretty damned good job of knowing what a woman wants and needs."Dee looked over at me and I. No . . . I would never presume . . . No . . ." Then what?"She looked at him again, her eyes, almost full of tears, pleading, hoping, hungry. "Me, Milord. I will be your whore."Owen was dumb struck."I will be what you need to sate those cravings, Milord. I have watched and wished, and I have those same hungers . . . Please, Milord, use me . . . let me be your whore."He could not think of what to say. Her plea, her offer, it was much unexpected. It was . . . too perfect. She was so ripe. So ready.