I closed my eyes letting myself get lost on the pleasurable sensations, throwing my head back and moaning low. My hips started to move faster against ...he bear as my pleasure build and I think my moans got a little louder without me noticing because as soon as I came, I fell on top of the bear, my body shaking and covered in a thin layer of sweat and as I opened my eyes a little facing the bedroom door on my left, I found my grandpa, I mean, Gregory, standing there watching me. My eyes opened. Do you want me to take you home tonight or tomorrow morning?"I said, "tomorrow would be fine. I'd like to be with you tonight ifthat's okay."He said, "Of course it's okay."I began reciting my Prissy-Sissy mantra, as I tried to prepare foranother round on his cock but didn't make it through a single verse.Instead I slipped off into a deep sleep, and the sissy stepford wifedream returned. I was made up all in dark red and dark grey eyeshadow,false eyelashes, heavy mascara and eyeliner, red blush. Tonight at eight," the now familiar voice directed."Peter, I can't do this any more." You not only can, you will."Even on the phone, the power of his voice was almost overwhelming."Peter, I don't want to disappoint you, but..." Then don't! Tonight. Eight O'clock." What makes you so sure I'll come?" she asked."Because I know you Lynn. Perhaps better than anyone else. Certainly better than your husband. I know what you want, what you need. You'll come because you can't stay away. You're like a. You push me out of the bedroom and order me to start preparing your dinner. An hour and a half later I lay the plate of food in front of you, praying Ive cooked this meal well enough. My hands shake slightly as you cut into your steak. I shut my eyes and wait. I hear you chewing the meat, but then you stop, and spit it out. I gulp. I start to feel a wetness between my thighs. In one movement you are out of your seat and pressing me to the wall, your hand around my neck. You KNOW I like my steak.