Meeting Up - Part 1 : Sally's Tale free porn video

Hi everyone. This is a 3 part story about a fictional meeting between me and my spiritual sister, Patricia. I hope you enjoy it! Sally-Anne xxxx Meeting Up - Part 1 It was our 4th anniversary. Once more, we were at our favourite restaurant although things were a little different this year. About 8 months ago, I told my wife Kristin about my cross-dressing fantasies. They had been inside me for years but this was the first time that I had ever told anyone. From about 10 years of age, I had been dressing secretly in my mother's or sister's clothes. To begin with, I had no idea why. There was just an 'urge' inside me that somehow made me enjoy it. By the time I was 12, I began masturbating as well. All of my dreams were about being dominated by women and being forced to dress in girl's clothes. When I turned 16, it had become a consuming secret fetish of mine. I had found magazines with such stories, websites, pictures and had even written to a woman who was prepared to involve me in some maid training! But, I never went through with it. I could never sum up the courage. Girlfriends came and went, and although I continued to dream about my fantasy, it looked like it would never come true. And then I met Kristin. We had a whirlwind romance which swept both of us off our feet. In a couple of years, we were married and happily settled. After a few years, I decided to tell her about my fantasies. We had always been open about such things in our relationship. I had found out slowly but surely that Kristin was submissive. In general, she always enjoyed me tying her up and teasing her. However, she knew how much I enjoyed being the tortured one and began to enjoy seeing me helpless and restrained. What surprised me was that when I told her, she was not totally shocked. She said that she was aware that some men had such fantasies. Although she was not sure what I wanted to do, she wanted to help me. She took an active role in helping me look for clothes. We started off with simple skirts and dresses, slowly moving towards a maid's uniform. As the months went by, it ended up that it was always me being used and abused at the weekends. Our games would include many things but it centred mainly around Kristin forcing me to dress as her maid and then I would have to take her dildo. She loved making me beg to suck her strap-on cock, telling me that I looked such a sissy as she pushed it back and forth in my mouth. Of course, I never complained. By the time she had forced it inside my asshole; I was pushing as hard as she was! Yes, we had found our roles in life. During the week, she worked at a local law firm and I worked freelance as a website designer. At the weekends, I often ended up as her maid. Kristin began to take her role more and more seriously as time went by. I found that she often ended up doing the traditional "men's" jobs such as taking out the trash etc. while I was stuck in the kitchen or cleaning the bathroom. We were both very happy together but I was never sure if our friends noticed how Kristin was becoming more in control of our lives. To me, it seemed as she was making more and more decisions for us. Maybe I was just reading too much into it. As we sat in the restaurant, eating our main course, Kristin smiled at me with that knowing smile of hers. She knew that, underneath my suit and shirt, I was wearing a bra, stockings and HER panties. She could see in my face that I was excited. Before we came out, she had taken her panties off and shoved them under my nose. Her scent was so strong that it sent my senses reeling. She had made me put them on, along with a bra and stockings, before we finished dressing to go out. Sitting at the table, I could feel my pre-cum oozing out, making the inside of HER panties wet. It was at this point that she decided to tell me what she really wanted for her anniversary. "I have decided that I want to do something different this year." She said. "What would you like?" I replied. "I was not sure at first but now that I have arranged it all, I am really looking forward to it and I am convinced that you will enjoy it too." "Great. What is it?" I said, with excitement. "Well, the other week, I wrote to that sissy friend that you have been writing to, Patricia." Patricia and I had been in correspondence together for some time now. She was my spiritual 'sister' who I had told of my desires before I found the courage to tell Kristin. We had never met but we continued to keep in touch by e-mail. Patricia's wife, Joanne, had never been too interested in her husband's sissy fantasy but it had not stopped him dressing and enjoying himself. I was puzzled as to why Kristin had contacted him. "Oh, how is 'she'? I have not written in a while." I said "She is fine. I asked her for her phone number so that I could talk with her wife. In fact, Joanne and I had a very long chat indeed. It seems that we share a common interest." By now, I was getting very inquisitive. "What interest is that?" I asked nervously. "We would like to try sex with another woman." This was not a total surprise to me. Kristin and I were always honest with each other about our fantasies. She had talked before about this but we had never gotten as far as arranging anything. I was silent, waiting to see what she had planned. "Basically, Joanne and I have arranged for us all to have a weekend together. Two women together with their sissy husbands. I will get to sleep with another woman. For you and Patricia... well, I can't wait to see what we can make you two do together." I could not find the voice to speak. I was nervous and excited at the same time. "Mmmm... it will be so nice to watch two sissies playing together." She moved round the corner of the table to sit right next to me. Her hand reached underneath and squeezed my hard cock through my trousers. I looked round to see if anyone was watching. No one was but I was not sure that I would have stopped her anyway. "I bet you can't wait to get a nice sissy cock in your mouth, can you?" I did not answer. I had always hidden my desire for another man. To be honest, I was not sure that I could go through with something like that. Fantasy is one thing but reality is often different. In my dreams, I had often thought about the need to have a man come in my mouth. Could I really do that? In front of Kristin? She opened my fly and eased her hand inside. My breathing became short as she wrapped her fingers round me through the silky material of her panties. "The strap-on dildo is great fun but I bet that you always dream of having a real cock in your little hole, don't you?" It was too much. I needed to come. I did not want to get excited about the thought of playing with Patricia but my body was betraying me. I pushed harder against her hand. "Joanne and I have agreed to get both of you some really pretty sissy dresses for the occasion. Lots of satin and lace. I am sure that when you finally see each other, you will look stunning." I jerked hard against her hand, trying to make myself come. "So, I take it by your reaction that this is a good idea." I couldn't help it. I could not overcome my desire, excitement or my wife's fantasy. "Yes, YES!" Kristin let go of my cock and smiled, seeing the desperation on my face. The next day, Kristin filled me in with all the details. In two weeks, we would take a flight and join Joanne and Patricia in a hotel. I did not know exactly what would happen but I could not stop myself from feeling excited. Kristin said that we had a few things to get ready before then, but I would find that out later. The next Saturday, she told me that we were going shopping. As normal at weekends, she had already laid my underwear out for me. A nice pale blue satin bra and matching panties. Our bedroom 'games' never normally ended up with me dressing outside of the bedroom but at the weekend, she enjoyed me going out with women's underwear beneath my male clothes. She would occasionally tease me in public, knowing very well how excited it makes me. Once we had finished breakfast, she put her coat on. "Right, let's go," she said, quickly slipping her shoes on. "Where to first?" I asked "A little shop I have found. There is something special I want to look at but the shop is closed in the afternoon." We went outside and she jumped in the driver's seat of my car. I got in beside her. I had never even been into this part of the city before. We had no friends that lived over here, but Kristin was much more familiar with the roads. After all, it was her hometown. We pulled up outside a shop called "Delicates". From the display in the window, it looked like a lingerie shop. "Let's see what we can find," said Kristin. As we walked in, the door bell rang. The assistant would obviously be along soon. Looking round, it looked like a typical old fashioned Lingerie shop. There were two large glass display cabinets with bras and girdles inside and plenty of literature, catalogues etc. Although there were only a few sets of underwear on display, there were plenty of numbered drawers with sizes on, behind the cabinets, up against the wall. This was obviously a specialist shop. "Hello. My name is Bettina. Can I help you?" I turned round to witness a middle-aged woman walk into the shop from a back door. She was small and not unattractive. Her figure was well shaped. I couldn't help but wonder if that was perhaps due to some undergarments from her shop. "I need a new bra," said Kristin, and then carried on into descriptions and sizes. As the two discussed a few products, I began browsing through the open catalogues. I always enjoyed looking at lingerie. Although I guess many men like looking at women in just their underwear, I would often imagine how that nice underwear would feel on me. Looking at the pictures, I could feel myself becoming hard inside my panties. I had often thought about wearing corsets, girdles etc but I had never tried. Perhaps Kristin could order something for me by phone or something. I left the pages open showing a skin coloured corselette with heavy straps and suspenders. I would point it out to Kristin when she was finished. I turned round to see that Kristin had disappeared behind the changing room curtain. Bettina turned her attention to me and walked over. She looked at the open pages. "Ah, yes. These corselettes are a very good design. Very good for shaping the body. Would you like to look at one?" My mouth turned dry with the surprise of the question. Did she think that I wanted one?? "No... It's okay, thank you," I managed to stutter. "I have one in this draw just here," she said, ignoring my response, "but I am not sure what size it is." I starred worryingly as she searched around. "No. It's okay, thanks," I repeated, hoping that she would stop. "No... I'm sorry but I think that the one I have here would be too small, but I can always order for you." I was almost relieved to see Kristin come out from the changing room. I moved to her side, almost for protection I think. "Okay, this one is fine for me," said Kristin, holding up a beautiful black lace bra, "Now, I would like to have a look at your 'special' designs from the Dorothy collection for my husband." I must have looked stunned. Previously, we had only ordered my underwear. I never thought about actually buying anything in person. Bettina gave me a big smile and looked back at Kristin. "Of course, madam. I will bring the catalogue. In fact, I may already have a couple of items in his size." "Really? That would be wonderful if he could actually try something on now." "I have another customer of a similar size. I will check my stock. Won't be a moment." The lady left through the door in the back of the shop. I turned to Kristin. "Can't we order some underwear from our usual store? I don't want to try anything on here." "Don't be silly, Ian. Besides, you don't know what you will be trying on yet." As I wondered what she had meant by that, Bettina returned. In one hand, she had a catalogue. In the other, she was holding two dresses. "Now, I can easily make any of the dresses in here for him. However, if he tries these on, we can get an idea of the size and shape a bit easier." A dress!!??!! I looked pleadingly at Kristin, but she just smiled. She took hold of one of the dresses and held it up against me. It was a little girls dress, made of satin and lace. It was gold in colour with masses of white lacy frills attached. The sleeves were long with huge frilly cuffs. The collar looked tight with a row of small buttons leading up to the top. I looked down to see that the hem would probably come down as far as my knees. "Oh, it's beautiful," said Kristin, "Let's try it on him," "I'll lock the shop door," said Bettina. She walked to the front door, pulled the blind down and turned the lock. "Well, get undressed then," said Kristin. Both women starred at me. I took the dress from Kristin and went towards the changing rooms. "No, no, my love. Let's get you changed here." It was clear that I was not expected to have any privacy. Slowly, Kristin began unbuttoning my shirt but left it for me to finish. I closed my eyes, knowing that I still had an erection from looking at the underwear. I took my shirt and my trousers to reveal my bra and panties. Bettina smiled. "That's very nice underwear he's wearing. The colour suits him well. He's a very lucky little girl, isn't he?" "Oh yes," said Kristin, "He is very fortunate to have such nice clothes. Tell the Lady, Sally-Anne. Tell her how much you enjoy wearing your nice bra and panties," I looked down at the floor. Where could I run to? What else could I say? The humiliation was turning me on even more. This was the first time that anyone had seen me apart from Kristin and I was even more excited than normal. My breathing was becoming short. "Yes. I enjoying wearing my bra and panties," I was so embarrassed but the woman was not laughing. "You know, I have a lovely new panty set for 'special' girls," said Bettina, "Should I go and get it?" I looked up at Kristin. She was obviously waiting for me to answer. "Yes, please," I said, looking back down at the floor. She left the shop through the back door again. "Thank you, my love. You really are playing the part. I can't wait to see what she has got for you. You're enjoying this, aren't you?" I had to be honest. It was very enjoyable. My cock was straining in my panties, just from being humiliated in front of another woman. "Yes, my love. It is exciting, I have to admit." "Well, don't worry. I want you to enjoy this as much as me," At that moment, Bettina returned. She had in her hands the most beautiful lingerie that I could wish for. The bra was a white full cup with lots of little lace flowers attached all over. The panties were like French knickers, made from a very shiny satin which was almost see through. To match, she had brought some white hold-up stockings. "Oh, Sally," said Kristin, "Isn't that adorable? Oh, you will look so pretty." "They are in his size," "Then you must try it all on." I looked nervously at Kristin. "Can I use the changing room?" I asked. "Come on now, Sally-Anne," said Kristin, looking at me with a big soft smile, "there's no need to be embarrassed, is there? Sissies should have no modesty undressing before women. It is not as though you are a real man, with something we might be interested in, is there?" I did not answer. I just looked at the floor. I was so ashamed as she talked to me like this. I was so embarrassed but my excitement was there for all to see. "There is no reason for a sissy to ever need personal privacy in front of women. You must realize that we are all your superiors, here to help you become the very best sissy you can be. Is that understood?" I nodded in shameful agreement. "Did I hear you say something?" said Kristin. Her voice had changed slightly. I knew better than to argue. "Yes, my love," I replied, "I want to be a good sissy for you," I waited for Bettina to laugh but she did not. She just watched as I slowly removed my bra and panties. I stood naked in front of them, with my hard cock sticking out. "Okay," said Kristin, "Hold out your arms and let me get this bra on you." I stood still as she helped me put on the underwear. I cannot tell you how I felt. I have always enjoyed being embarrassed by my cross- dressing, loving every moment when Kristin would tell me what a sissy I looked in my clothes. Dressing in front of someone else was even more exciting. Although I wanted to run away, I was secretly loving being humiliated in front of this lady. I looked as Bettina stared, looking me up and down as if she was inspecting something. Kristin rolled up the stockings and helped me to slide them up into the right position. Then, she held the knickers out and I stepped into them. "There. It all fits perfectly." Both women walked round in front of me to look. Everything did fit perfectly. As I looked in the mirror, I could not help but be excited. The stockings felt wonderful on my legs. The Satin knickers caressed my cock, sticking out like a tent-pole. The bra enveloped my small, tender chest. Oh, it felt so good. "Oh, yes. He seems to like it a lot," said Bettina. "Definitely," agreed Kristin. "You'll have to be careful. By the look on his face, he will make a little mess in a minute." "Yes, I think you are right. I'd better take care of that." Kristin reached into her handbag and pulled out a packet of tissues. She opened them up and pulled a couple out. Kneeling down beside me, she pulled my knickers down to reveal my hard cock once more. "Ooh! Is my little Sally excited? Let's just take care of that, shall we." I stood there, totally in shock. She covered the end of my cock with the tissues and began to wank me off in front of the shopkeeper! I wanted to stop her but there was no chance. The feelings inside me were too much. Kristin's hand was wrapped firmly around my cock and started to move very fast indeed. Bettina watched, with a little smile. "Does he need 'relieving' often?" she asked. "Oh, just every now and then. I don't like him to ruin his underwear with his sissy juices." "I can understand that. It would lead to a lot of washing." "Plus," said Kristin, "he does not take long to come and it makes him a little more sedate afterwards. You know, he starts to get embarrassed and more humiliated when the excitement has gone. I love seeing him blush!" "I have some information on some chastity devices if you wish. That would be another option." "Yes, I would be interested in that. Oh, I think he's about to come now." There was nothing I could do to stop it. Not that I wanted to anyway. The humiliation turned me on even more. Just listening to them talking about me was driving me crazy. I could feel it building up inside. My hips started jerking backwards and forwards. Then, I literally burst! The feeling was incredible. I did not care about where I was or what I was wearing. My juices poured out into the tissue. My mouth was open, just trying to catch my breath. "There," said Kristin, "that's a good little girl. Let's just squeeze the last little bit out and then we can keep the underwear on, knowing that we will not make a mess of everything." Bettina's eyes met mine. Her face had that knowing smile. "You are so lucky to have such a loving wife," she said, "but I think you could do with some proper training." Kristin folded the tissues up and put them back in her bag. "Yes, I have been thinking about that," she said, acting as if nothing had happened at all, "There is a lovely school in England for Sissy Maids. I have seen it on the internet. I would love to take a holiday there." "I have known a few people that have made the trip," said Bettina, "and they have all benefited from it. But it can be quite harsh on him. He would have to really work hard or be punished." "I think he could handle it. I make him take a dildo at home." I cringed as my wife discussed our bedroom pleasures. Of course, I never argued about the dildo in the bedroom. Normally, by the time she put it on, I would be so excited that I would literally beg her to force it inside me. "Well, a friend of mine still has all the details from last year. She left her husband there for two weeks while she went somewhere else with her lover. By the time they came back, her husband was VERY well trained. I would consider it, if I were you," "Certainly," said Kristin, a little too enthusiastically for my liking, "let me take all the information home with me. For now, I am just desperate to see what he looks like in that gold dress," Bettina undid the buttons at the back of the dress and turned it round. I looked at my wife. She had a huge smile on her face. She always mocked me a little when I was dressing but I could see the love in her eyes. She wanted this, and I knew I wanted it too. I stepped into the dress and pushed my arms through the sleeves. Goosebumps grew all over me as the silky white lining inside caressed my skin. Bettina moved behind me and quickly did up the buttons. Perhaps she thought that I would want to take it off. How could I? The sensations were driving me crazy. The final few buttons up to the collar were tight but the firmness made my posture better. As I stood in front of the mirror once more, I could not believe it. I had thought about this moment many times. Yes, Kristin and I had bought clothes for me to dress in but nothing as elaborate as this. The white and gold lace seemed to be everywhere. Yes, the collar was tight but it was not that that had restricted my breathing. It was the thrill. The thrill of being dressed like a little sissy girl. Kristin held my arm gently, bringing me back from my dream, and turned me to face her. Her smile said it all. I could not help but smile back. This was my dream, my desire, my fantasy. How many times I had thought of this moment and now it was true. We stared into each other's eyes for a moment. Then Kristen said, "We'll take it," With less than a week to go, I would have one of my most embarrassing moments. Kristin decided that I would look much more of a sissy with a nice perm. I was always proud of my long, dark hair, being a Heavy Metal fan. I did not want curls but Kristin insisted that I would look beautiful and told me that I would want to make a good impression for Patricia. She was right of course. I was still very nervous every time that she mentioned our forthcoming meeting but it was nervous excitement. I had not dreamed of anything else since she had told me on that day. We got into the car and I started to drive to the hair salon. "What type of perm should I have?" I asked, casually. "You'll see soon. They have some pictures in the shop." I should make it clear that both Kristin and I use the same hair salon. There are great people working there and we have always been impressed. However, after this time, it was clear that things would not be the same again. The salon has a main entrance. Once you are inside the reception area, Women go through the left door and Men go through the right. In the Men's salon, there is a great stylist called Nicky and she always cuts my hair well. We always flirt a bit but in good taste and I usually give her a tip. As we entered the shop, Kristin walked to the desk. "Hi there, I have my husband, Ian, booked in for 10am, for a perm." "Okay," said the receptionist, "I'll just check... Ahh, here it is... Oh, but he is booked in with Jennifer... There must be a mistake." "No," said Kristin, "That's right. I asked for Jennifer because I think that she can do the best job for him." "Okay, you can go on straight through. She will be ready anytime now." Kristin started to walk towards the Women's' salon. "Come on then, Ian. I don't want to keep her waiting." I was beginning to worry about what was happening but I followed her anyway, to avoid any further embarrassment. This was the first time that I had seen the Women's salon. It was decorated brightly with flowers and pastel colours on the walls. Very different to the men's salon. All of the stylists were wearing pink overalls which fitted in with the whole colour scheme. I was quite impressed for a short moment. As I looked round, I saw Kristin walk towards a young attractive lady in the far right hand corner. "Hello Jennifer, I'm Kristin and this is my husband, Ian." I walked over and shook Jennifer's hand. She was even more attractive close up. Beautiful eyes and long blond hair, tied in a pony-tail. She kind of looked at me with a puzzled look. She was wondering the same as I was, I guess. Why is he here? "Okay, Kristin. If you would like to sit in the chair, I will bring the brochures over for you to look at and we can pick something out. Ian can wait on the sofa over there if you like." "Oh, sorry for the confusion, Jennifer, but it is my husband that is here for the perm." Jennifer looked a little puzzled. "But, the men usually have their hair done next door. I specialise in women's hair." "That's okay," said Kristin, with a slight smile, "I would like to look at the catalogues that you have here. Particularly, the one for little girls. I saw you with a beautiful little girl only last week. Sofie was her name, I think." Jennifer now looked a little concerned. She turned briefly towards me but I looked down at my feet. "Yes, I remember the girl," said Jennifer, "I don't think I really understand what you want, but I will get the catalogues and then maybe you can explain." She walked over to the other side of the salon and started sifting through some brochures. Kristin turned to me. "Little Sofie looked so cute. I know that you will too." I knew only too well what Kristin wanted. I considered leaving but what would I do? Would she say anything? If this was what she wanted, could we not have done something at home instead? Jennifer returned all too quickly and began searching through a particular brochure. "Ah! Here we are," she said, and handed it to my wife. I moved round to have a look. Oh no! The picture depicted a young girl, maybe only 5 or 6, with lots of tight curls. She had lots of ribbons and bows tied in as well. Very cute if you were a girl. I looked at Kristin. She smiled as she saw the horror on my face. She turned to Jennifer. "That is just how I want my husband to look. That will be perfect." Jennifer smiled. I could see she wanted to laugh but she held it back. She must have realised straight away who wears the trousers in my house. And who wears the skirts!! I cannot remember exactly how long it took. During those few hours, I heard people whispering in salon, talking behind my back and laughing. Jennifer smiled all the way through the process as my wife chatted and talked to her. Kristin even made a point of saying that we had already ordered a lovely dress for me. I avoided eye contact with everyone. I never spoke a word. When Jennifer asked me to move my head, I just did so, hoping that this would be over as soon as possible. As my hair was coming to the point of being finished, I realised that I was beginning to look more and more like a little girl. The pink sheet that protected my clothes covered all of me apart from my head. As I looked into the mirror, I could see a female face. Okay, I was not wearing make-up but the hair was changing me dramatically. I never thought that I looked feminine at all but it was surprising what a hair style could do. "I have to say that it does make him look very cute," said Jennifer, very close to laughing this time. "You have done a great job," said Kristin, "Just like little Sofie. Do you have any ribbons here?" At this point, Jennifer could no longer hold it back. She laughed out aloud and told Kristin that unfortunately she did not have anything but the shop across the road had plenty of those types of things. Kristin was laughing too now. Eventually, they let me stand up and I walked quickly to the door. Then, I heard Kristin call out. "Wait for me in the car, Sally-Anne," I did not turn around, but carried on going, leaving to the sound of laughter, from many people this time. I heard someone sniggering behind me. It was clear. I could never come back to this place again. I did wait in the car. In fact, it was about 5 minutes before Kristin came out. She opened the door and sat beside me. I felt embarrassed, humiliated and even a bit angry. I mean, how could she do this to me? She sensed that I was upset. "I'm sorry, my love. But, I did it for your own good. I know how much you enjoy dressing up. I know how much you need to be my sissy girl. I am sure that after our weekend with Joanne and Patricia, things are going to change. I need you to understand how things will be if we continue down this path. You know where this leads, don't you?" I did know. The dressing up was becoming more and more often. The desire was growing stronger. I was beginning to want to wear women's underwear wherever I went. My dreams were of nothing but being a sissy girl for my wife. "Let's get you home. I've been out shopping. There was a lovely blouse in your size and I could not resist it. With your new hairstyle, I am sure it will look beautiful." She touched my leg and I felt reassured. I was not sure how things were going to work out but I loved my wife and she loved me. Together, it would all be alright. And it was a lovely blouse. A cream coloured satin one. Kristin sat on the bed and watched as I put it on over my black lacy bra and panties. "Yes, that looks lovely, my little Sally. Now, put some stockings on and your tight black skirt," I could feel the excitement in her voice. She loved telling me to what to wear. She enjoyed seeing my nervous excitement as I struggled with the stockings, my hands shaking. After all that she had put me through at the hairdressers, I wanted to be annoyed with her but she knew I could never be so. Whenever I dressed up, I lost any ability or will to resist her. I fastened the button of the skirt and pulled up the zip. Straightening my blouse, I turned to face her. "Oh, how pretty you look, Sally. Come and kneel in front of me." I did as I was told. I was already hard inside my panties. She smiled and stroked her hand across my cheek. "Do you know what I see before me, Sally?" I did not know what to say. I looked down as I answered. "A sissy?" "Yes, that's right, my little girl. A sissy. Now, I want you to lean forward." She pulled her skirt up and parted her legs. I could see her shiny pink satin panties. They were already damp. She was clearly excited. I leaned forward and moved to kiss her panties. "No, no. Not yet. Keep your head between my legs but no touching. Can you smell how excited I am?" "Yes, my love," I loved her scent so much. I breathed deeply through my nose, making myself even more excited if that was possible. "Now, little girl," she said, "I want you to start rubbing yourself. Show me how much you love me. Make yourself come in your panties." I nodded my agreement. Oh, it felt so good to stroke myself. I was desperate to come and she knew that too. "You see, Sally, I think it is time that you became a proper sissy. You like playing at being a sissy for me, a sissy maid, but I am ready now to take the next step. After this weekend with Joanne and Patricia, there will no turning back. Do you understand?" I nodded again. Anything. I would do anything for her. I could feel my juices rising inside me. "You will be my sissy and I will become your mistress. Do you understand?" I nodded once more. Anything to let me continue feeling like this. "Yes?" she chuckled, "Perhaps you don't realise what I mean. It does not matter anyway. In a few days, you will find out." With that statement, I spurted hard into my panties. It was incredible. I felt shame for what I had just done but I knew that I would do it over and over again. I panted hard to get my breath back. "Oh, has Sally made a mess already?" she giggled. To be continued...