What I meant was, well I, I put the lipstick on because, I did itbecause I am your sissy and I want everyone to know that I am yoursissy and because I... thought you would enjoy the humiliation of mewearing lipstick, and.... Well... and... I..." My words got quieteruntil they were below a whisper."Go on sissy, speak up," She said while handing her makeup bag to me tobe placed back in her purse."Because lipstick is pretty and I want to be a pretty sissy for mybeautiful wife," I replied in a gasp,. I carefully pulled down the stack of magazines and was surprised again, but not as much as when I had opened the bag. The magazines were about bondage, flogging, making furniture related to both and more. There were some soft covered books there, too. I wanted to go through them but forced myself to put them back. That's when I got the scare of my life.As I was putting them back up on the shelf, I nudged something causing it to clatter from the shelf onto the floor. It was a horse crop."Are you. Chandler, you’re looking a lot better too,” Brad said standing beside her. He couldn’t help admiring her mid-thirties shape and he spied some cleavage from her for the first time.“Hi, Brad.”“How is Eric doing?”“Great, thanks largely in part to you, Abby, and Britney. I have my boy back and no more rushes to the hospital,” she beamed proudly. “Does Abby any idea that you’re going to propose to her?”“Not a clue! Thanks for doing this for me Mrs. Chandler.”“You’re quite welcome, my pleasure. It’s. "How is it you make me like this?" I decided a question like that deserved an answer. "Pet?" I asked. She licked her lips before leaning up a little and responding, "Yes, Master?" "You asked Me how I make you like this. Well, the answer is that I don't. You do this all on your own, pet." "I'm not sure if I... I understand Master," she said, looking at Me quizzically. "My job is to provide you with a safe place where you can be yourself, my pet. I don't 'make' you do anything." She laid her.