Some believe the young guy rejected her sexual advances, othersthat he somehow offended her honor, some people simply believe she hadchosen him at ran...om, because she was mean. Whatever was the origin ofher rage, she decided to torture the poor guy, feminizing him.First she broke his will using a particularly mean form of torture. Itwas a series of tubes made of shape memory alloy (for those who do notknow, shape memory alloy is an alloy which is able to reversibly changeshape when heated or. ..Ple..." Not me slave......My sissy husband," she interrupted.He looked daggers at me and I smiled sweetly knowing full well how muchthis was costing him. But I also realised Mistress was also pressing theright buttons. Throughout our exchange his cock had not wilted one jot,in fact it was rock hard! Once again he took a deep breath his bodyshuddering his cock twitching."Please Sissy Davina.....Please may I come?" he whimpered."Mmmm you want me to suck your cock," I mused making Mistress. We go into the shed and he walks me next to a stool and quickly pulls my shorts and thong down around my ankles and pushes me onto the edge. He gets down on his knees and starts kissing the inside of my thigh. "Keep going," I encourage him. He plunges his tongue deep into my young pussy and lets out a satisfied little noise. I know he's tasting my juices because I'm positively dripping at this moment. The next thing I know it feels as if my clit is being sucked from my body and at the same time. “Why?” I asked. “I don’t want to meet your friends from work.”“She has a cute daughter,” my mom said.“Really?” I asked.“Really,” my mom answered.I unbuckled my seatbelt, opened the door and jumped out. My mom and I then walked toward the address that was written on the piece of paper. She looked a little nervous. Her hand shook as it rang the bell. Seconds later a beautiful woman in her early 40’s in a robe opened the door. She looked at us intently as she asked, “May I help you?”“My name is.