One of my Mistress' friends noticed my arousal and said something to my Mistress who looked down at me and asked if I was enjoying myself at which I r...plied I was in heaven as I loved worshipping my Mistress' gorgeous feet and I asked her forgiveness for getting a hard cock without asking permission but did not want to interrupt her conversation. My Mistress forgave me and gave her permission as long as I didn't dribble on her floor at which time a large droplet of my cock juice emerged from my. She had not had my hot rod inside her in too long and she wanted the real deal, not foreplay. She grabbed me by the hair, also not part of her MO, brought my face to hers and said ‘I want you inside of me!’ I had not been south of her border long enough to allow my cock the break it needed. I knew this would not end well, especially for her. I got on top and slowly entered her. It had been a while for her since I filled her up and I could tell. Just as I predicted, I began to thrust and. Islowly moved my hands to her upper legs and roled her stockings down. "We don't want to ruine those stockings, right Mommy? Stockings are good, and you are the one who shall be hurt!" I took the fiberglass whip in my hand and taped her bottom 2-3 times and say: "Oh, I m think there is no need to tell you to keep your hands away of your ass!" I bring the cane up and then smartly bring it down onto her ass. It makes a satisfying whack, and I immediately see a welt. She. It was Shonali who as usual swung the argument telling me. Look Susannawe have taught you how to act and move as a girl, but at times you dohave some habits carried over from before (she could never bring herselfremind my what I used to be) Ballet lessons will get rid of these habitsand then you will be perfect.So I agreed and very soon started to really enjoy the lessons, I wouldnever be a 'proper' ballerina, but I was competent. And anotherunforeseen consequence of the rigid ballet regime was.