"Iam tired of cweaning your wipstick off my peenie." The sissies burstinto giggles. After the magazine lesson, we had playtime. Then we wentto the kit...chen for lunch. After lunch, we had more classes, thenplaytime again, afternoon housekeeping chores, during which I hadanother private lesson with Mistress Mary, a video, then dinner and tobed.From that day on, my life at the school was a blur. With no windows totell if it was day or night, no calendar and no clocks, it wasimpossible to know if I. I can teach you many wonderful things. Would you like that?”She hesitated for a long time and then said, “yes, Miss,” her voice still a whisper.“The good news is your first lesson is to be this afternoon and I may need you to work a little later as well.”She looked at me with alarm in her eyes.“I have a couple of friends coming round later and I’m dying to show you off to them. Show them how pretty you are and how obedient. I can trust you to be obedient can’t I, jasmine?”“errr yes, Miss,” as. He could not ejaculate. Could not…could not…could not….His mind wandered back to how they met on the internet, spent months exchanging e-mails and phone calls, then a dinner meeting one night, and now they had planned a long weekend together.Over the months apart she had subtly trained him in phone calls and e-mails, preparing him mentally for the moment of unconditional surrender to her. She knew she was teasing him long enough, and she didn’t want him to fail the test…yet.“Stop!” she. She pushed him down onto the chair and he looked up at her, not understanding what she was doing as warm water cascaded on his chest. Then she straddled the chair, facing him and he suddenly knew what she was going to do. She bent over and peered between her legs, reaching down there and grabbing that not-limp part of him that was mentioned earlier.Then she aimed it where she wanted it, and just sat down on him like all the bones in her legs had just dissolved.Bobby, despite all the lies he.