" With both kind of squeal and hugeach other closer. Dress up is so much fun for sissies. Mother unlocksmy collar, the victorian ruffled lace colla... I usually wear, doesn'treally go with my planned outfit, at all. I may be a slave, but we areall slaves to fashion. She attaches my dog tag, the video camera and theshocker to a black leather collar and locks it. Basic black, goes witheverything.As we skip back to my room together, holding hands, we go by the familytrophy case, I notice this. That was another note for Robert.The king had dispatched Saudi security forces to look for him, but too late. All the bodies from the embassy attack had been buried or cremated by the time they arrived to look through the morgue.Saudi Arabia was supposed to be our ally, yet had trained and supplied so many terrorists to attack us. I was willing to bet our state department had made the pictures of the dead available to the Saudi secret police. Or had the CIA tried to work a deal of some kind?. “With immediate effect the age of consent will be lowered for sissies to 14. This is for sissies only and it will remain at 16 for men, women and true transsexuals. This reflects the fact that sissies are sexually mature at that age and damn pretty too. The marriage age for sissies will remain at 17.” Just then he was interrupted by an older MP who always spoke against the government. “I appreciate the Home Secretary’s view on the sexual needs of sissies and I accept that they are sexy sluts. I felt the heat coming out of her, and she faintly smelled of sweat, but, if anything, that only enhanced my attraction. She wiped her damp fingers on my hair, making me gasp. She was still smiling down at me. Her expression was warm, but turned a little teasing.“You’ve been such a good girl for me today”, she said.“Thank you, Fiona”, I said, wanting to call her Miss, but feeling too insecure to do it.She cupped my cheek with her hand. It was such a good fit. I nestled back against it, enjoying.