Men have to wear denim and be bully's or be sad or mean orjust plain fucked up. The dots connected later, and I realized that girlswere different from...boys for other reasons. But I didn't ever understandwhy they got to wear the nicer fabric. I never got that satin was sissyon a man. I never liked to be manly in denim.Six...True to Master Dave's promise, we meet at the local bar at the base ofthe mountain. There is a post office, a gas station and this bar. Farms,and the homes that go with them. It seems as though he was waiting for this movement for suddenly the belt slams into my up thrust bottom. I arch my back in response and bite hard on the gag, but do not lower myself. His hand reaches out and softly caresses the mark he left on me, my body feels alive again, aroused, excited. I feel his hand leave my skin and I involuntarily tense, awaiting the next blow I hope will follow the last. I quiver with response when the expected blow arrives. Again and again the belt finds different. ” “What kind of lesson,” he asked slowly? She reached out her hand and began rubbing the inside of his thigh and said to the cop up front, “He’s kinda cute, don’t you think, I think we can figure out a way to make us forget about the ticket, don’t you!” Before she could answer, “Sam jumped in, ‘You can’t do this, it’s illegal!” “Arrest me,” smirked the cop, as she pulled her gun. “Take them off,” she ordered, pointing to his blue jeans! Seeing the .357 magnum in her hand, Sam decided that this. I'll keep thiscamera. Now listen to me, I really do need to know that youunderstand. What will I do if you don't do as I say?" You'll post those photos on facebook and send some photos to all thecontacts on my phone. I'll be ridiculed and laughed at it will be veryhumiliating for me." Very good sissy. Now, to prove that you really do understand, kiss mycrotch."I realised that like it or not this was a reality. Did I really wantto risk calling his bluff? Could I risk calling his bluff? The.