What does she always wear?”I frowned, my eyebrow furrowing. I pictured my mom—a brunette like me, her braided hair falling down past her ass, haze...l eyes, delicate face, busty in her conservative dresses, and a heart-shaped locket hanging from a gold choker.“Mom always wears the locket,” I said.“It's her slave collar,” Daddy answered. “She wears it to show off her submission to me.”“And is that my collar, Daddy?” I stared at the unicorn, trembling.“Do you want it to be? If you accept it, it. " I stood back up as I walked over to my room and he walked off to the living room again. He was usually quite the obedient one, especially for being as young as only 2 and a half.I had put on a nice long sleeve shirt and a matching flannel skirt which covered just enough to look "semi innocent". I spent the rest of the afternoon in my room and I didn't care to notice I had left the door cracked open. I was reading a book and it was getting interesting as I read on, it was about a girl in her. . yeah the gay one... Yeah it is a bit odd, I guess I'm just going out with a bit of a sissy!"She laughed and then covered the mic on her phone as she came."You're coming over anyway? Mmm that's why I like you, you're so commanding nothing like this pathetic wuss. What's he doing? He's actually eating me as we speak!"I was mortified, how could she let him come over? And I was so embarrassed he knew what I was doing as they insulted me."Well you can teach him a lesson or two, but don't hurt. ‘Sit back down.’ commanded the haughty blonde and Jamie could hear the chair creak to confirm that he did. ‘Get hard and take out your cock.’ was her next command, followed by the rustling of Jamie’s jeans. Jamie looked down at his jeans, seeing no trace of anything untoward that had happened, but feeling a distinct tightness developing in his boxers. ‘Good. Stroke it. Okay, stop panicking and enjoy this. I still hate it when your eyes go wild like that.’ Jamie was utterly stunned. How could.