Several times. I was in there for a full hour, heaving and sobbing. What was going on here? I had married Michael to escape Julia and what she did to ...e, but I had somehow landed in the same situation all over again? Why won't my body let me stand up to him? Am I so afraid of confrontation?Finally, my stomach settled down enough for me to wash up and return to the bedroom."Well?" Michael arched his eyes at me.I stared at the ground, knowing what I had to say, but desperately not wanting to give. 'No get them right the way off Sissy and take your shoes off''But I'm at work' I said.'No buts Sissy, DO IT! And for that I will have Master John give you a demerit'Shit, that was the last thing I needed knowing that the demerit would mean I would have to do something to feminise myself. Following last weeks demerits, I had been made to go into a salon and have my belly button pierced, a tattoo above my 'clitty' saying 'Sissy Slut' and to have my eyebrows shaped. Already people were starting to. Her height was augmented by the stylish shoes she wore, putting her at eye-level with me.I watched her approach and welcomed the hug and kiss she offered. The kiss wasn’t a quick peck either. Danielle did her best to brush my teeth with her tongue. It had been a couple of days since I last talked to Danielle face-to-face, but she was acting as if it had been a lot longer.By the time I was able to surface for air, she had both arms and a long sensuous leg wrapped around me. She kissed me again. Had they undressed themselves or each other?Shit, this was torture, but if I was honest with myself it was fucking delicious too. Did they have a strap-on dildo, did they use vibrators, did they talk dirty? Who was the dominant one, was there a dominant one? For fuck's sake, why doesn't the fucking phone ring?I was just about to shout Pete for my third pint when he appeared at my side, a big stupid grin on his face and a carrier bag that seemed to clink very expensively."Your missus says she's.