"But it can be better, a complete victory over all those assholes who thought they were pushing you around," he said."How?" You don't hurt Kellie, bab...-doll!" He put his hands under his head. "You've won and it's your right to give her back the shit they poured on you OR you can make her happy-happy-joy-joy that she waited for the right guy. You can ensure Kellie only has two thoughts from now on: unsheathing that massive sword to defend your body and sheathing your massive sword in her body."I. She always has enjoyed a good double entendre. And not-so-good double entendres as well. I pull a face at her.She chooses that moment to make a lunge for the remote and lands with one leg pushing down on my erection, and her breasts inches from my eyes. Her nipples are clearly visible pushing through the black panel on the front of the babydoll. Every move she makes towards the remote seems to result in her grinding against me.I barely manage to speak. “You’re blocking the TV again.”She rolls. Tongues going from mouth to mouth.'Let's stop the story for a moment and introduce the sissies and see howeach slave is in a different situation that suits the wishes of hirMistress. First we'll meet Mistress King and her sissy Charity." Thecharacters break the 'fourth wall' and start talking directly to theaudience. The dominant and her slave are sitting on the couch holdinghands."Mistress King why don't you tell us how you and Charity met" asks thenarrator."Well believe it or not my. She was Guyanese, with fabulously dark skin that had a sort of sheen to it and felt like silk. And her upper arms were soft and nicely upholstered.She was what might be called “formidable” and her body matched her personality: you wouldn’t mess with her for fear of getting a tongue-lashing, and she was solidly built, so she had a sort of imposing physical presence too. Not every man’s cup of tea, I know, but I find certain women of that type unaccountably sexy. Maybe it’s the fact that they.