It was time for a mind game.'You'd better not cum!' I challenged her.'What... how am I supposed to... I'm so close, please... please...' she begged.'N...o, I'm serious. You'd better not come or you'll be punished for it.'Of course, I didn't stop working her clit and running my fingertips across her g-spot. I wasn't going to make this easy for her.'Pleeeeease let me cum! Let... please...' I could hear her voice fading. She was on the verge of losing control completely. I toyed with her pussy even. Getting excited, grinding harder and faster against your shin, pushing three of my fingers between your lips&hellip, your clit now getting full contact with the wet silky fabric, rubbing the fabric in quick circles against your clit, noticing your breathing picking up, pausing and leaving my fingers perfectly still against your clit, making sure you dont get orgasm yet&hellip, I reach up with my free hand, running my fingertips over your tummy, and feeling to make sure your breathing has gone. I am A sissy.This is me. Sissy Manhood personified.I was pretty exhausted by the time I got home that evening. My wife hadtaken pity on me and given me a lift home. We had stopped on the way topick up a takeaway meal. She told me that as it was my first day, I couldremove the butt plug straight away. I went straight to the bathroom andremoved the huge plug, rinsing it under tap, before washing my hands. Itwas a huge relief to feel empty again. When I got downstairs, my wife hadlaid the food on. “Oh, no you don’t! He is the reason you wore me out, and, exhausted from serial orgasms, I passed out, helpless in your bed! Who knows what sort of awful things you might have visited upon my helpless, limp body, as I tried to recover from the pounding you administered to me! Oowww, my poor little kitty feels bruised! You brute! You used me for your own pleasure, leaving me limp, wrung out, and helpless!”Kathy was scooting backwards on the bed during this harangue, heels and hands inching her.