.do you know much about dominance?" he asked."Control? Humiliation?Mistresses and sissies?" Not really," I said. "Just the general thoughts on it." I.....I have a Mistress, Tim," he said. He looked out the window. He seemedas if he were about to cry."Do you want to tell me about it?" I said, prodding him."Her name... her name is Mistress Anita," he said. "She has taken me over.Phyllis, she calls me. She has guided me toward life as a sissy. Me!"If I had been in a bar, I might have laughed. But I. Your pants are down, I’ve got your hair in my hand, head bent back and I’m rubbing my hand down your leg, back up your side, and across your tits. You can feel my cock throbbing, pressed against your ass, you reach back to rub it through my pants, and I yank your head back further and whisper in your ear,” you have to earn that”. All’s you can muster is a pathetic,” yes sir”; then I kiss you deeply, and shove your head back away from me towards the hood. I lift the back of your shirt enough so. Go and fetch the scissors."Helly quickly fetched the little pair of scissors from their medicine cabinet in the bathroom. When she returned she handed it to him and said:"These are the sharpest we've got, Peter. But please be careful."He looked at her pussy for a little while, snipping the scissors in the air. "No, dear, this is not a safe angle to do it. Come and lie down on your back across the bed, and I'll see what I can do." He stood looking down at her as she stretched out on the bed, her. She knew exactly what she was doing to me. We reached the top of the escalator and she dropped her purse, so Cassie bent forward to retrieve it, showing her thick long legs and the bottom of her chubby pussy.Looking back at me as we get off, as if needed approval of her little escalator show, “I love these short mini skirts, I think I need some more, what do you think?” Cassie asked. My mind was stunned and coursing with sexual adrenaline. “Sure, they are really great.” I grinned ear to ear..