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My Sister's Sissy By: Missy Satinpanties Note: This isn't one of my usual stories of sexual degradation, but what I think of as "my autobiography that should-have-been." The make- up of my family is the same as it was, my sister's names are the same, but that's about it. This is how I wish things would have gone when my little secret got "out of the bag." I guess I've always been a sissy. I remember playing dress-up with my sister when I was very young, and can vividly remember the disappointment when I had to put my boy clothes back on. I can also remember stealing a pair of plastic panties from a clothesline in the neighborhood when I was about 8 or 9, and my total frustration when I couldn't get them even close to all the way up. Yep, I was a sissy, alright. By the time I was 15, I had tried on all of my older sister's clothes, but really didn't like her style. She was 18, going to a good college, but luckily able to live at home. Her clothes tended to be trendy and little bit slutty, which worked perfectly on her. Linda lived up to her name, she was beautiful! Now Mary was my younger sister, but only ten months and a few days, and her clothes were a different story! She was a total girly-girl, and loved dresses that had lots of lace, satin panties, satin nighties, and to my everlasting delight, was almost the same size I was. Needless to say, I wore her things, a lot! What I didn't know was that both of my sister's knew I wore their things. They would find things folded just a bit differently, panties put back in the wrong place and such, and so, began to watch me, and found out my little secret in short order. One warm spring evening, just before school was out for the summer, they both came to my room to talk to me about it. Hmm, maybe just a bit of family background would be appropriate here... My father worked for a company that required lots of travel. He was usually gone for three or four days at a time, but sometimes for a week or two. My mother had passed away when I was ten, so it was just the four of us, and most of the time, just the two girls and me. That fateful evening, the night it all began, Dad was in Europe for a few weeks, and we were on our own. Linda and Karen trooped into my room about seven in the evening, and asked me to pause the video game I was playing, because we "had to talk." Linda started the conversation with the bombshell. "Josh, we know you wear our things, and we've known for quite a while, and we need to talk about it," she began matter-of-factly. I immediately denied the charges, all the while knowing that I had on a pair of Karen's pink satin panties that I had fished out of the laundry hamper not an hour earlier. "Please Josh," Karen continued, "I put a pair of my favorite panties in the hamper tonight as a test, and they're not there now. We know you have them, so please quit denying it." I deflated quickly, and just sat there on my bed with my head down. "Are you wearing them now?" Linda asked gently. All I could do was limply nod my head, and then I began to sob quietly. Both girls sat down on bed on either side of me, and put their arms around me. "Josh, it's okay, I guess, if you like to wear girls panties," Linda began, I mean, "everyone has their own thing, and..." she didn't get to finish because Mary put her hand on my leg, and urgently whispered, "Let me see them! Let me see you in my panties, please!" I looked at her in amazement, and after staring at Mary for a moment, Linda finally told me to stand up and take off my jeans, so they could really see what I was wearing. I know I was blushing from my toes to my scalp as I slowly lowered my jeans. As they fell around my ankles, Mary's pink satin panties came into view. They were beautiful things of smooth, silky satin that almost looked wet. There was pretty lace that surrounded the leg openings in the back, and an overlay of lace on the front. The final girly touch was a pink satin bow right in front. I loved them! Of course, there was more. I was also wearing a pink satin garter belt (No, it didn't match, but was as close as I could get, buying one from a discount store, crammed in among other purchases) and the garters were holding up white thigh-high stockings. Without a word, Linda grabbed my shirt, and started to rapidly unbutton it, to reveal a white nylon camisole, again stolen from Mary. I stood there, tears of shame rolling down my cheeks, as both girls just stared and giggled at their sissy brother. Linda tried several times to speak, only to be overcome by a giggling fit each time. She finally got herself under control, and told me to take off all the boy clothing I had on, and then come to her room. Taking Mary by the arm, they exited, telling me I had exactly 60 seconds to be in Linda's room, or I was really going to get it. I was scared, humiliated, and yes, turned on. My cock was doing its level best to tear the pretty panties that imprisoned it, my pulse was racing, and my breath was coming fast and heavy. Yep, I was turned on all right! In less than a minute, I was standing in Linda's room, wearing nothing but the purloined lingerie, with my cock tenting Mary's pretty panties, and my face red with shame. Mary just looked at me and to my surprise, told me that she didn't want the panties back, but that I had to take the training bra that matched them, and put it on. She held out the delicate garment, and I slowly removed the camisole and Linda instructed me on how to put the bra on, properly, not putting it on backwards. It took me several attempts, but I finally got it hooked behind me, and Linda then adjusted the straps so it fit better. I was told to put the camisole back on, as it was now mine, too. I looked in the mirror, and the lacy pink bra that showed through the semi-sheer white nylon of the cami made me look even more girly, and even more humiliated. I was to find out in just a few moments how much more humiliated I could be! I was handed a pair of Linda's white high heeled pumps, and after struggling to get the ankle strap buckled, was helped to stand up, and was made to walk back and forth across the room. I freely admit that I showed all the grace of a hog on ice at first, but with some coaching, managed to walk pretty well on the three inch heels, although not with any grace. The girls made me stand in front of them, and Mary reached under the pillow and pulled out a mass of pink ribbon. I was told to hold my hands out, and while Mary tied my wrists together with one ribbon, Linda knelt at my feet and tied my ankles tightly together. Next, my legs were bound together over the knees, and Mary tied another ribbon around my arms, just below my elbows. I was now in lingerie, and bound with feminine ribbons, just as tightly as with steel shackles. Linda pulled a chair up just a bit ahead of me, just to my left, and sat down. I wondered what was going on, when Mary suddenly pushed me, and I fell across Linda's lap. Linda's right leg wrapped around my bound legs, and her left hand was on the small of my back, pushing me down, hard. With me bound and securely held across her lap, she began to reign blow after blow on my pantied ass, each crack accompanied by a grunt from her, and a scream from me. After five or six painful blows, she stopped, and asked me why I was being spanked. Tears rolling down my face, I told her I had no idea, but begged her not to hit me again. A few minutes of me begging and pleading seemed to make her angry, and she told Mary that they would indeed need to gag the pathetic sissy. Marry clapped her hands and giggled loudly. She came up beside me and told me to open my mouth. When I refused, Linda told me that I had two choices. I could either allow Mary to gag me, or Mary would bring Linda one of Dad's leather belts, and I really would get my ass beat. I surrendered, and opened my mouth. Mary shoved a pair of nylon panties (clean ones, alas) into my mouth, and then used the last piece of pink ribbon to bind them into my mouth, and she was none to gentle about it. "Now (slap!) Sissy, (slap!) you (slap!) are (slap!) being (slap!) punished (slap!) for (slap!) stealing (slap!) our (slap!) panties!" Linda punctuated each work with a vicious spank to my poor bottom, alternating cheeks with each blow, and I saw that Mary was dancing around with a digital camera, recording my humiliation for posterity. My spanking ended with a flurry of blows that left me bawling and screaming into my panty gag, and her huffing and puffing with the exertion. They stood me back up, and as I stood there, still bound and swaying on the high heels, with tears still running down my face, Linda let me in on my future. I was informed that from now on, I was to wear only panties under my boy clothing, and that when I got home from school each day, and whenever they wanted me to in the summer, I would be wearing dresses. I would also be doing all the laundry, and would hand wash each and every piece of lingerie. I was also going to responsible for cleaning not only my own room, but Mary and Linda's, and would make each girl's bed each morning. If I failed to perform my duties properly, then I was told that the twenty-five or so pictures that the girls had would be instantly sent out over the net to all my friends, and posted on my Face Book wall. I was finally released from my ribbon bondage, but not my frillies. I was told to go to my room, and bring Linda the money I had been saving for a car. I only had about $750 saved up, and really didn't want to give it up, but I felt so small, so, I don't know, submissive maybe, that I meekly went to my room, and brought the old cigar box full of money to Linda without any protest. She told me that they didn't want me stealing and wearing their intimate things, so this money was going to be used to buy me my own things. Mary piped up brightly at this point, "Now Josh," she paused, looking at me, "First of all, from now on your new name is, let me see, Melissa! Yes, when you are dressed up, and anytime we are alone, you will answer to Melissa, or Missy. Is that understood, Missy?" I nodded, meekly. The next thing she said hit me right in the gut. "Oh, and Josh," she said sweetly," Linda and I went on your computer this morning, you have such and easy password! We found some of the sissy sites you looked at, and we know where we're going to buy your new wardrobe, you lucky little sissy!" I started to stammer out something to the effect of "I was just looking around, and found those sites by accident," but the fact is that every time I was on the computer, I went to Birchplace Shop, I Love Ruffles, Auntie Annie's Baby and Sissy store, and had several lingerie sites in my favorites on E-Bay. I have even spent hours looking at adult baby sites, and adult baby diapers, plastic panties, and beautiful satin rompers. "Gulp!" With a warning that if a baby sister lied to her older sisters (baby sister?) she would get another spanking, and have some naughty pictures spread around, I quickly shut up! I was told that I was to keep my body free of hair, except for my head, and that if Linda checked, and I had any stubble, it was spanking time. I was also told that since I only had one pair of panties, for now, Linda would give me another pair that she didn't wear, and I had to hand wash mine every night. I thought that was it, but Mary added another little chore. "Hey Sis," she said, turning to Linda, I think Melissa ought to clean our bathroom, too. I mean, she will be in there to get our dirty things every other day (I had to do their wash every other day?) so why can't she clean the bathroom while she's there? And since she's gonna clean one bathroom, why not the main bathroom upstairs, and the half-bath downstairs?" "Linda began to laugh. "Oh my Mary, you're gonna grow up to be a little dominatrix, aren't you?" The final indignation of the night was "The Measuring of the Sissy," as my arms, legs, waist, "bust" hips, thighs and head were measured, with the measurements recorded on a sheet. I wasn't sure I wanted to know what all the measurements meant. Three weeks went by before anything else was said or done. I got up an hour early to make my own bed, and to be showered and dressed by the time the girls were up and dresses, so I could make their beds. Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday I cleaned the bathroom that separated the girl's rooms, then I did the laundry for the whole family, along with hand washing my own two pairs of panties, and all of my sister's lingerie. Even when the girls wore just plain cotton panties, the rule was hand wash, so in order to keep those pictures off the net, hand washing it was. I do have to admit that I loved to handle their dirty frillies, and each pair of panties went to my nose, before they went to the sink! I changed their sheets twice a week, and even changed Dad's sheets weekly. He was amazed at how much I had "changed." He must have commented daily about me pitching in to help keep the house clean and do the laundry. He, of course, knew nothing about my panties, my hand laundry service, or making the girl's beds. All he saw was me cleaning the bathrooms and doing the laundry, which used to be the girl's jobs. School was finally out for the summer, and Dad was away again, this time only in Atlanta for a week. It was Saturday, and I was looking forward to just relaxing in bed. Wrong! At a few minutes past eight, I was blinded as Mary pulled the curtains open, and Linda whisked the covers off of me. I was told to get my sissy butt out of bed, take a shower, make all the beds, and to meet the girls in the living room. "Oh year," Linda added as she flounced out of my room, "You must wear your pink panties, and your bra. While you're at it, wear your white stockings and here are my white heels." She casually tossed them on the bed and left me alone. I climbed out of bed, and made my way to the bathroom. There was a note on the toilet telling me that I had to sit to pee, no more standing. I started to ignore it, then remembered that Linda was a computer whiz, and it would be just like her to have hidden a web cam in the room, or at least that's the reason I gave myself. I sat to pee, showered, ran the razor over what little hair I had, and went back to my room to dress. I pulled on the required lingerie, made my bed, and the minced down the hall and made Mary's bed. I kinda amazed myself that I was getting so good at walking in heels, even though I had practiced a lot in the last few weeks. As I went past Linda's full length mirror, I was surprised though, to see not a fifteen-and-a-half year old boy, but what looked like a twelve-year-old girl. I stopped, stared, and did a bit of posing before I came to my senses, and made Linda's bed. As I was finishing her bed, Linda yelled up the stairs for me to hurry my sissy butt along. I gingerly made my way down the stairs, my heels clicking on the wood, broadcasting my condition throughout the house, as if saying, "Make way for the sissy! Little sissy coming through! Don't worry, he's not a man, he can't hurt you! Make way for the sissy!" When I turned the corner into the living room, it looked as though there had been an explosion in a lingerie factory! Everywhere I looked I saw pink, lavender, peach, baby blue, and white satin. I just stood there and stared. Little did I know that I was to spend the rest of the day, trying on my new wardrobe, and becoming little Missy Melissa. Linda then did something that sort of surprised me. She handed me a tiny pair of white silky thong panties, and told me to go to the bathroom and put them on, then put my pink panties back on over them. Confused, I did as I was told, and found the white panties to be very, very tight, and until I got my penis situated, sort of between my legs, damn painful! I asked Linda what these panties were for, and was informed that they were called a gaff, and were designed to keep a boy's "pee-pee" from ruining the lines of "her" panties. "In your case, Sissy Missy," she added, "We just don't want to see our little baby sister's thingy while she's trying on her pretty new clothes!" I was first shown a pile of panties with matching training bras. Some were rather plain, although made of double-layer satin in sissy pastel colors. There were others that were dripping with lace, panties that I learned to call "rumba" style. There were bloomers, short and long, a couple of lacy, sissy thongs, and two that had lace-trimmed holes in the backsides. Hmm... After trying each matching pair on, and having my picture taken, I was told that the rest of the fashion show would be after breakfast, and some special preparation. Breakfast, I understood, and we were soon sitting down to some delicious cheese and mushroom omelets that Linda made. Still in my lingerie, I was told to put on some rubber gloves, and clean up the kitchen. Well, since Linda cooked, and Mary set the table, the least I could do was clean up. As though I had any choice in the matter... After I finished the kitchen, I was called back up to Linda's room, where I was sat down at her vanity. I was ordered to remove my shoes and stockings, and Mary sat down on the floor at my feet. I didn't have any time to wonder why, as she quickly grabbed my left foot, and went to work with clippers, a file, and some other tools. Linda had grabbed my right hand and was doing the same. Linda, though, after she had poked and filed a bit, grabbed a tube of something that smelled like super glue, and began to place long, fake nails on my hand. After she finished, she moved to my other hand. Mary, meanwhile, had finished with the tools, and was beginning to paint my toe nails a pretty pink color. Well, it would have been pretty on Mary, anyway. Linda soon began to apply the same color to my new finger nails, with a warning that for every nail I broke, I would get ten whacks on my bottom, from her hairbrush, not her bare hand, this time! Almost an hour later, I had two coats of paint on all of my nails, and was trying very hard to figure out what to do with my hands. Linda had grabbed her tweezers and was painfully plucking hairs from my eye brows, while Mary manned the ever-present camera. I was instructed on how to put on a little sparkly eye shadow, and pink lipstick to match my nails. I was shown how to line my lips, and how to put a sealer on them to keep them "kissing pretty." WOW! Now with pink nails and lips, thinned eyebrows, my longish hair was brushed and pulled back into a pony tail, not a boy's, but a girly one, starting high on the back of the head, and it was held in place with a big pink ribbon. With that final touch, I was led, barefoot, back to the living room. Once there, I tried on three dresses that looked as though they belonged to some toddler competing in a beauty pageant. One was baby blue, the other was pink, and the final dress was yellow with miles of white lace trim. All three were made of soft shiny satin, and had enough lace to make wedding gowns for a dozen brides! Of course, with each dress, I had to wear petticoats, the proper training bra and panties, there were matching nylon ankle sox with clouds of lace, and three pairs of shoes, that again looked like they belonged on a toddler. Three pairs of shiny patent Mary Jane shoes, pink, white, and black, each with a three inch heel were added to my wardrobe. I was glad I was wearing the gaff because I was as hard as a rock, and wanted to play with myself so badly, I'm afraid I would have done it right in front of my sisters, without a thought! I think I must have worn out the words "thank you" that day! Every dress, every pair of panties, every bra, every little accessory was so sissy, so girly, and just so beautiful! I even got five new nightgowns! Two were full length and three were little baby dolls nighties, and all of them were the sassiest, prissiest things that could be found on planet Earth. Linda told me that she and Mary had gotten so carried away that they even added two hundred dollars of their own money! When she told me that, I actually started crying! There I was, pink painted nails, make-up, wearing a long lilac satin nightie and a pair of 3 inch bedroom mules, bawling like a baby! Mary rushed over to me, and held me, and that even made me cry harder! I felt so little, so weak, so, so, sissified. I finally got myself under control, and then Linda asked me to take the baby blue satin dress, and the matching rumba panties, training bra, sissy socks, and the white Mary Janes, and to her room and put it all on. "Oh sweetie," she called out, "Don't forget to keep your gaff on! We wouldn't want your naughty little boy thingy to ruin your pretty girly clothes! I took the garments that I was handed, and made my way up the stairs to Linda's room, wondering if I would have enough time to play with myself. The answer to that was quick in coming. Mary followed me up the stairs, and told me that she was going to help me get dressed up, and touch up my make-up. "We wouldn't want anyone to see our little sister with mussed make-up, would we? She asked sweetly. Anyone to see me? NO ONE was going to see me! I mean, I loved all this sissy stuff, and wanted to wear it all the time, but I wasn't gay, and didn't want to be seen in public dressed this way! Well... While I was dressing, Linda ordered pizza, and we had a fine dinner. Mary had donned my new yellow dress, and even Linda put on a pale rose colored gown that she had worn as a bridesmaid earlier in the year. While waiting for the pizza to be delivered, we carried all my new clothes up to my room, and put them away. Linda told me that the dresses would find a place in her closet, so no visitor to my room would see them, and I could wear them whenever I wanted to. After we ate, we sat in the living room and watched a few movies until about six, and then Linda got up to get ready for a date. Mary also changed, as she was going to spend the night at a friend's house, which would leave me all evening to flounce around the house in my new dresses. After the girls left, I decided to change into the yellow dress that Mary had been wearing, as it was not only the prettiest one, but the prissiest by far. I put on the matching satin panties, which were a sort of bloomer style, and came down below the hem of the dress, ending in a puff of lace. I decided to borrow a pair of Linda's really high heels to wear with the dress, so I could practice with them. I dressed, and put on the white pumps. These had 5 inch heels, and little ankle straps, and looked so dainty and feminine, I almost passed out putting them on! I had some trouble walking, but spent an hour going back and forth across my room, and up and down the hall, and finally got the hang of them. I recalled Linda walking in heels, and sort of gyrated my hips like she did, and even though they caused my legs to hurt, and also the balls of my feet, I stuck with them until I thought I was getting pretty good. I also stopped in front of every mirror to gaze at myself, loving the sissy girly little thing that looked back at me from the glass. Since the girls were gone, I had taken off the gaff, allowing my little pee-pee to get hard as rock from the satin and frills. I was in sissy heaven! I gathered up all the lingerie from the girl's hampers, added my own panties, and headed for the basement to wash them all. I had a grand time, sniffing each pair of panties, and then washing them in the big sink and hanging them up on the line so they would dry. I was rinsing out the last pair of Mary's delicate silk panties when I heard footsteps on the basement stairs. I whirled around, and found myself face to face with my dad! I had nowhere to run, no place to hide. I just stood there, holding Mary's damp panties with both hands, and did the only thing I could do, started to cry. To my father's credit, he merely took the panties from me, and hung them on the line next to the rest of the lingerie, and then silently, motioned to me to follow him upstairs. We went into the living room, and he pointed at the sofa. I sat down, and he walked into the kitchen. A very, very long few minutes later, he returned carrying a glass of Pepsi for me, and a squat crystal glass, dark with whiskey, for himself. He sat in his chair, and just stared at me for a few moments, and then quietly asked me to explain what the heck was going on. "Uh, well, Dad, you see, uh, well..." was about all I could manage through my tears, and even that pathetic attempt at communication broke down into a full-fledged crying jag. I thought he was going to scream, to call me names, but all he did was set his glass down, and come over to the sofa, and sit beside me. He took my glass, and put it on the coffee table, placed his arm around my shoulder, and began to speak. "Son, I really want to talk about this. You see, I sort of know you have been sneaking around, wearing your sister's things, and I know you have taken a few things from Aunt Pat when she was hear for a visit. I guess you like wearing lingerie, don't you?" All I could do was nod, dejectedly. He finally helped me dry my eyes and ever so slowly the whole story came out. The only questions he asked were whether my sister's had forced me to wear this stuff, and if I had done anything "inappropriate" with either of my sisters. "No Daddy, NO!" I sort of whined. "Linda or Mary haven't even seen me naked, and I've never seen them! (Not really true, as I had watched both of them through door cracks, many times!) They were really sweet to me, helping buy all of these pretty things, and letting me play dress- up, and, and..." I broke down, and just sort of stared at the floor, wishing it would open up and swallow me. I finally got myself back under some sort of control, and told my father the whole story, start to finish. I told him about sneaking Mom's nightgowns from the laundry and cuddling with them at night, and how I began to actually wear my sister's things in the past few years, and even told him that I wanted to wear diapers! I don't know why I told him everything, but he just sat there, holding me, not yelling, not calling me names, just holding my like, like, like I was his little girl. I was so grateful for that. Finally, the story was all out, and Dad stood up, and held out his hand. I took it, and he stood me up, and asked me if I really, really liked dressing like a pretty girl. I nodded, and he told me to go upstairs and fix my make-up, and when I was ready, he would come up, and together we could look at all my pretty new things. I was flabbergasted! I ran as quickly as my purloined heels would let me, and began to wipe the smeared eye shadow and lipstick off, and to re-apply the best I could. I minced over to my room, and called downstairs for "Daddy." He came to me room, and together we went through all of my new frillies. One thing sort of confused me, and that was a box in my closet, all wrapped up in shiny pink paper, with the name "Melissa" written on it. I took it out, and Daddy told me to put it on the bed and open it, as it seemed to be for his new daughter. With shaking hands, I took the wrapping paper off, opened the box, and moved the tissue paper aside. Inside, I found three cloth diapers, pink diaper pins, two pair of plastic panties, one pink and one white, and then under the last piece of tissue were the most wonderful things of all! There was a lilac satin romper, or onesie, with snaps on the crotch for changing baby, a matching lilac satin bonnet, booties, and fingerless mittens! Dad told me to look in the bottom of the box, as there might be something else there. I did, and found a card. On the front of the card was a picture of a baby's nursery, and when I opened the card, it said, "I know in your heart, you want to be a little girl, and these things will help you to be a very pretty little girl. Love, Daddy" Now I started bawling again, but this time for sheer joy. Daddy held me while I cried, softly whispering, "It's okay, Melissa, shh, it's okay. I now have two beautiful daughters, and one part-time daughter who is just as beautiful." I think my crying mechanism finally rusted from all the tears, and the river slowed to a trickle, then to a drip, and finally stopped. Daddy wiped my face with tissues, and then began to help me out of my dress. When he had all my clothes off, he told me to lay down on the bed on my back. He produced a shaker of baby powder, and powdered my bottom and crotch, then told me to lift my little bottom like a good baby girl. When he slid that diaper under me, and began to tightly pin it on, I started to shake from the emotions. When he slid those crinkly pink plastic panties up my legs, and tucked them into place, I went into orbit from the feeling! He finally helped me sit up, and slid that heavenly romper on over my head, tied the bonnet in place, and slid the mittens onto my hands. He tied the ribbons at the wrist, and then laid me back down so he could fasten the poppers at the crotch, and slide the little satin booties on. He then took my hands, and told me to stand up and waddle to the mirror. Waddle I did, as the diapers had an huge center section which in no way would let me close my legs! He led me to the mirror, and let me see the prissy baby sissy I had been transformed into. It was a dream come true! My Dady and my sisters had made me into a beautiful sissy princess, and I loved it! As I was standing there, Daddy turned and opened the door, and there stood Linda and Mary! It suddenly hit me with full force that this had all been planned! "You guys planned all of this?" I managed to splutter out. "You, you, you al l knew?" Mary started to laugh, and then ran to me and wrapped her arms around me. She felt so soft, smelled so wonderful, I have to admit I had a hard on buried somewhere under all this satin, plastic, and cotton. "You silly girl," she giggled, "Of course we knew! You didn't really try so very hard to hide it now, did you? I mean, you would actually walk down the hall to the bathroom wearing panties, or one our of nighties, and you think no one saw you? We know what websites you visited, we know you like sissy things, and yes, sweetie, we even found the torn pair of plastic panties you tried to hide in your trash can. You see, Melissa, we know who you really are, and we are here to help our new sister." With that, Daddy scooped me up, and put me into my bed. To my lasting joy, I saw that my usual white cotton sheets were now pale pink satin, and as Linda pulled up the covers, Mary reached down and popped a pacifier into my mouth, and tied off the ribbon behind my head so it wouldn't fall out. I fell asleep, secure in my diapers, and secure in the love of a very extraordinary family. PS: If there is any call for it, I could make a part two, in my usual humiliating, kinky, and sexually explicit manner. Missy