”“Such a slutty response.”She pours the wax slowly and it trickles on my vulva, then onto my wet and open labia. The pain is intense but I feel ...y pussy juice flooding.Mistress used her nails to flick off the dried wax, then coated my lips again, this time she hit my clitoris. I thought I was going to lose my mind. The pain was so intense, but oh did it morph into pure pleasure.“Mistress, may your slut cum please.”“Most certainly not. You will never cum before your Mistress.”With that she. I know I must, but it is hard. I would, in the past, havecalled the person I am now a Pansy. But now I must call that person -me.I haven't had meaningful contact with another male in six weeks. Ihaven't seen or read about or played any manly sports since I decided onthe Lipstick Route. I watch only soap operas or Kardasian reality showsor Project Runway or Ellen on the TV. My reading material is exclusivelyVogue and Glamour and Allure and all the rest of the magazines I have toread to get a. I wanted him in a strange way. My body was so aroused, that I couldn't think straight. I wanted him to to tell me how to please him, to use me.I reached down between us and reached into his shorts to feel a big, thick, warm cock. I held his thick cock in my hand. His cock was a real man's penis. It was beefy and heavy in my hand, so much so that my fingertips could not reach my thumb around it. Whereas, Erick my husband’s is much smaller, both in length and girth and never made me think of the. "There's something about my wife's lovely pussy that does that to me." It's so beautiful," she said, reaching out and stroking her fingers up and down his prick. "It feels so soft and smooth, yet hard and strong at the same time. It makes me all wet inside just to touch you." I've noticed," he said, kissing her cheek."Would you think it wicked of me, if I said I want to kiss you there?" And where is that?" Here," she said, squeezing his prick. "On your penis." That's my cock," he said. "A penis.