He keeps his body perfectly shaved, his toe nails paintedand he has no access to money or decision making. I love him dearly,but after completing the ...rocess of making him into my sissy maid, Ibegan to miss the excitement of breaking new men in, after all I wasnow married.This is when I stumbled across a website called femdomfactor. com. This site was about a real place, where women believed as I did,where I could go visit and surround myself with others just like me.I got so excited I applied. “Shhhhh, my Princess. I am not done appreciating your exquisite splendor. Stay perfectly still.”I say nothing as Bill slowly circles to my left, stopping right behind, where he can see me as much of me as he pleases, but I can’t see him. I feel a mixture of fear and excitement. There’s an unwelcome flutter between my legs when I contemplate being grabbed from behind, thrown to the floor, and mounted.Instead, unsure of what he will demand next, I fidget, rubbing my thighs together. As the. I was speechless, I started to squirm to get out of his grip but he just laughed, spanked my arse and said, “Darling, stay still. You’re going to love this, the horny little slut that you are.” I heard him unhook his belt and lower his zip. He started rubbing the head of his cock, up and and down my still dripping pussy, rubbing my juices all over my smooth lips. In one long slow stroke he entered my pussy. I gasped. He was so much bigger than I’d ever had. “See? Told you you would like it.” he. So, she helped me with the formalities and gave me some tips on taking notes that are relevant and essential. The pre-lunch session went off well and we all headed to lunch, a buffet one at that. She asked me, almost in a whisper, whether I drink alcohol or beer. I was surprised at her question, and answered in the negative; and, told her, I had tasted beer in a few occasional parties when I accompanied my hubby but never had any hot liquor. She did ask me about smoking and for this I answered.