You know who you are. Â You cluck around like an important man, fancy suits, and shiny shoes, barking commands like you have a pair. Â But we both know you don’t. Â In fact, you don’t even have a dick, do you? Underneath that facade is what none of those scared little peons would never expect. Â Underneath is the real you. Â PinkÂ taffetaÂ panties and a matching bra. Â And that dicklette of yours in locked down in a cock cage so small it barely passes for a clit. Â You dress like this, not because you asked for it, but because I commanded it. Â You cried so hard those first few days I made you leave the house like that. Little bitch that you are, you ticked me off. Â Not good to tick me off, is it?
Still think you can handle disappointing me, luv? Â We’ll find out tonight. Â You know what’s going to happen. Â I’ve told you ever day for a week while you wore that cage and changed panties for pantyhose and a maid’s outfit when home. Â Tonight I’m going to bend you over and shove a dick up your arse. Â I’m going to finally make you into me dirty desperate clit dripping cunt of a sissy, just as I’ve been threatening all along.
British Mistress Libby