The Sissy & The New Master - Part 1 and Part 2 - Sex Stories

The Sissy & The New Master - Part 1 and Part 2

... like to see them. As you say the words, I feel my cock twitch in my trousers. "I would love you to dress up for me"; hearing it, your face lights up excitedly and I show you where you can get changed. I'm getting a private fashion show. Up from the couch, you walk out slowly, gracefully picking up your bag from the floor. I place myself in the middle of the cushions and flick the radio on, my knees are apart and my arms rest on my thighs, sipping at my Scotch. A few moments later, the door slowly swings open on it's hinges. "You've seen this one before and you liked it, so I thought you might want to see it first" - in you walk, that tartan miniskirt, tiny in real life, barely hanging three inches down your thighs. You stand in front of me, your face nervously waiting for my reaction and your hands resting on your hips playfully. I take a deep breath, making sure to take in the moment before exhaling - "Wow..." and you smile in a way that suggests to me nobody this close to you has seen your private desires so exposed and vulnerable and the relief of being admired is something you've wanted to hear for so long. "You like it?" "You have no idea" You smile, making eye contact with the material of my pants which has been stretched around my cock, forming a noticeable outline. "I'm only human", I continue, grinning. "Turn around, let me see." Stepping back a little, you turn 90 degrees, showing me a portrait view of your hip, I pretend not to notice how hard you are - "Keep ...

... going..." You know exactly what you're doing and I keep a mental note that I'm going to have to make you pay for your teasing after the show. Now, I don't know if it's how your body is naturally framed or if it's the stance you've put yourself in, but my eyes are drawn from the back of your head to your soft shoulders, which draw my eyes down to the base of your spine, which curves beautifully into your ass. "Show me". Pleased in knowing that I want more, you say "Thank you" and roll the skirt slowly from the waistband, as the hem rises up slowly, I feel my breath become slow and deep. The way the base of your buttocks meets your thighs floors me; the curves of the perfect bubble, tight. Your cheeks pressed together, intentionally not revealing your hole, I visualise my face between them and can already taste of your soon to be exposed ring on my tongue. I lose myself in the thoughts, holding back from grabbing you with my strong hands and having you there and then. "Would you like to see the next outfit?" you offer, turning your head round looking at me, giving me a preview of how you'll look later when you're impaled on my cock. "I would love to", I say slowly - disappointed that the sight has to end, looking forward to seeing what else you have in your bag of tricks. As you turn towards the door, I notice that at some point whilst I was distracted by my filthy thoughts, you have placed your erect dick into the waistline of the skirt, holding it upright and taking away it's ...