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Sissy Patti - My Toy, My Lover Ch 2 (Renamed Conti

Sissy Patti – My Toy, My Lover, Ch 2 Renamed From - My Little Toy Sissy-boi By CDJackie I went to the living room, turned on some music then kicked back in my recliner as I waited for her. After our little session in the bedroom I was naked except for my bra so I decided to take that off too since it felt a little restrictive. And I really didn’t need it anyway since my 38C tits sit so well on my frame with just a hint of a droop, but I like that because it gives them just that little bit of bounce when I walk braless through crowds and draws attention. As I sat there I reflected on her disobedient behavior from earlier. Although her overall behavior had never caused me any reason to be upset, she had always done whatever I had asked of her without question or complaint, I was worried about this incident. I had a concern that she might be wanting to “spread her wings a little” so to speak, that since we did have such a close relationship she may be feeling that what I told her was not so much of an instruction but a suggestion. And that just wasn’t the case. So I decided it might be time to set things in order so that she would know just what the situation was and where her place was and how she fit in the scheme of my life. She came out of the bedroom about 15 minutes after I had left her and stood off to the side of my chair and a few feet away with her hands clasped in front of her crotch. I wondered about her distance; that was unusual because usually after us having sex ...

... then her joining me later she always gave me a kiss when she came out then either stood right next to my recliner or crawled up to sit in my lap. Something wasn’t quite right and I felt I needed to get to the bottom of it, although I had my suspicions. “What’s up? Why are you being so standoffish?” I asked while looking her up and down. “Why aren’t you close to me like normal? And why no kiss?” “I don’t know, Jackie. I thought you might still be a little upset with me.” “Why? You were disobedient and were punished for it. So why should I still be upset. Unless there is something I don’t know about. You’ve still got that dildo in your pussy don’t you?” “Yes. See.” She turned around and bent over. And sure enough it was still fully imbedded in her cunt, fully inserted with only the attached balls showing. Then she stood and turned back to face me again. But she again hurriedly clasped her hands over her crotch. “Why are you covering yourself? You certainly can’t be feeling modest about me seeing your tiny little boi-clittie can you? It’s nothing I haven’t seen dozens of times before. And it’s never bothered you.” “No,” she replied. Then, with a bit of hesitation, “But…” “But what?!” That’s when I knew. “Take your hands down NOW!” I said in a commanding tone. “Let me see you bare.” The sharpness of my voice startled her, her hands dropped and my suspicions were confirmed. As aroused as she had been and my denial of allowing her to orgasm and release after our session her clittie ...