.. just one time." She looked up at her madam, her body trembling, tears leaving glistening trails on her cheeks. "I understand if you want to cane me...now; I'm, I'm very bad." Well I am surprised but so far your body and teary responses to the cane have provided me with pleasure. I will think about it."She pointed at the cane and Olivia handed it to her, bending over clasping her thighs waiting. The madam rested the cane on the floor fitting it in between Olivia's cheeks, telling her to clench. She stopped washing my cock all of a sudden and changed her technique to a slow and very light stroking. "Would you like to come?" she breathed into my ear and added, "I don't mind. In fact I'd like to watch you." I gasped as she said those last few words. By now, I was beyond a certain point of arousal and felt the undeniable urge to let go."Yes... yes... I need to come..." I forced the words out as my mother began wanking my cock fully now, no more washing games or teasing. I gripped the. When I got back upstairs Mistress Cindy said that I looked the part of a true sissy slut now and that the score keeping began after Mistress Jan left. Over the next 24 hours I had 3 strikes to lose. If I 3 strikes or less then She would put plan A into effect at 9:00 tomorrow, if you have more than 3 strikes plan B will be put into effect and I don’t think you want that. Then She casually said, oh by the way, you just lost one strike for not bringing my drink on a tray. Two more to go. . He couldn’t believe what he’d just seen. Maybe Roy deserved it, but David was always so placid. That sort of aggression from David was a shock.“Ow, man.” Roy picked himself up and sat back at the table, rubbing his shoulder. He looked around but no one was paying attention. His eyes were big, round, and wet with tears. “Why’d you do that?”“Just stop talking about people’s mothers.” David settled back down and took a long drink of water.“Why?” Roy wiped at his eyes. The tears dried. “Something.