I looked down at myself and over at her. “We’re both wearing pyjamas,” I said. “But these are my spotty flannel ones and you have those plain ...lue cotton ones.”She grinned at me. “That’s right,” she said. “Some things don’t change. I still like wearing pyjamas, but those spotty ones got left behind when we moved. Not that they would fit me anymore.”I tilted my head to the side and looked at her. “Is it scary being so grown up?”She grinned at me. “Yes,” she said like it was funny. But then she. Swish... the leather tongue caught the helmet and she swung it back, catching the underside of the helmet on the return swipe and this time I cried out at the sharp sting and moved my hand to cover my swinging erection. “You made up the rules. One additional stroke for trying to stop me. So, three more strokes and I think one of those should be the crop itself. What do you think?” I wanted to know just what that would feel like and I didn’t want to appear a wimp. “Whatever you like,” I said. You're breathing isn't short and shallow as it normally is, I move my thumb over your stomach just stroking in place and I can hear your breath hitch in your throat. I decide to test you again and just grip a little bit harder pulling you closer to me.You whimper slightly and move closer to me, your arse pressing into my core with force. I move my arm from around you to the outside of your thigh, just resting there to see your reaction. It doesn't take you long to move, thrusting back into me. ..little rich bitch hasn't ever had to work a day in her life. I guess it's no surprise you aren't good at anything. Fine, forget it. Just take all of this off and I'll jerk you off or something...Master." I couldn't believe it...I really was a failure at everything...not good enough to be a man...or a sissy. Well, I didn't see much hope in proving myself as a man from this position, and since I was dressed for the part, I dove down to her feet, kissing and suckling her toes, desperate to prove.