A stranger’s voice to murmur sweet nothings into her ears, another hand to disrobe her, to touch and caress, to lick and kiss and bite. No one else ...could satisfy her now, only her master. The pleasure she had felt back then, even in the beginning when he was ‘rougher’ with her.It was something she had never experienced with her husband. She had hated him then, and she had hated herself. For feeling something, for enjoying it, for betraying her husband’s trust, for wanting to feel that sensation. Her waist length chocolate-brown hair was tied back in a high ponytail, and it flicked as she jittered around in her position. Her mother-of-pearl rosary, a family heirloom from her mother, apparently, was worn around her neck – although she wasn’t supposed to strictly, but it was a beautiful thing and she hated having to store it discreetly in her pocket. Dominica, or Dee as her friends called her, was the Perfect One of Year 11 – excelling in every subject except Math and Chemistry, and yet. "Girlfriend cheated on me," I confirmed rather forcefully, "the bitch! Gonna pay her back though. She’ll see how it feels to be cheated!" Listen honey," she tried to placate me, "I’ve been there too a few times. If you do that, you’re only going to regret it."Instead of replying, I simply turned around and hopped off the barstool. I didn’t need her moral sermon right now.It was probably the tequilas, though if I had looked ahead instead of down, I wouldn’t have bumped heads with the person. "It's time to learn how to suck cock," Mistress stated in a serious toneto her voice.I froze in disbelief did I just hear her right."If You're going to be my sissy, it's goes far beyond just dressing up inthose frilly bra and panties and women's undergarments, it's not justabout dressing up, you have to learn to be a perfect little slut." Sheexplained.By this time I felt my heart racing, I figured this was just her way ofteasing me, like a joke."That means having to suck cock," she said.Her.