"Good girl," she said. "Good, good girl."Daniella rubber her tears into Mistress' boots, and kissed her toes, her ankles, her calves."Cum!" Mistress c...mmanded. "Cum, slave, cum!"It almost didn't happen, at first. It took a moment... Just a timeless moment for the command to sink in. It seemed to enter the top of Daniella's head, at her ears... and swept down through her neck, down her torso, into her hips. It passed her hips, and went all the way to her toes. Then the orgasm began to sweep. Let me describe how I got to this point: I was very curious, I met him in a local chatroom and I asked him to my house to enjoy a glass of wine and a hot tub while my girl was visiting family. Our initial discussion online was for him to teach me how to be "used" by a gay guy for their sexual pleasure, a fantasy thought of mine. I asked no kissing. I was standing out front when he arrived and I greeted him with a handshake, a very nice man, Frankly, I didnt care what he looked like, but he was. But it was. As I turned back around I sawMadison with her hands on her hips smirking. She seemed calmer but hervoice had the tone of an adult speaking to a child:"I hope you like your new room little girl. You will be spending a lotof time in her from now on whenever mom and dad are gone. Now here isyour first assignment. I want you to write me an essay explaining whyyou are a sissy and why you should be treated like a little girl and whyshould obey me. Oh don't start crying again wimp. Someone to keep me in check when I make a decision ... not like you do with that bard. No one sits with me and shares my responsibility." Let me help, then," Béla replied, and hugged Jolene, though she resisted, stiffening her back and trying to pull away. "There may be something blocking your ability to handle decisions." I can handle..." Jolene began, then realized that she was contradicting herself. "Well, maybe I can't ... not as well as I need to, anyway." It's alright," Béla promised. "No.