Sissy Patti - My Toy, My Lover Ch3 - Sex Stories

Sissy Patti - My Toy, My Lover Ch3

... well, such as doing all of the other laundry, cleaning, straightening, and cooking and so on. These are simple duties that I expect you, as my live-in sissy girlie-boi, to do without my having to remind you, and I will consider any slacking as a sign of disobedience. We will go over them tomorrow.” “Miss Jackie,” she looked at me with a slight bit of concern, “I understand and will do my very best to please you and get my chores done but I may find it a bit hard to do them to your satisfaction.” “Oh?” I raised my eyebrows. “I mean with having to work all day and then come home to do them, I fear not having enough time.” “I’ve considered that and it won’t be a problem. Another thing you are going to do tomorrow is call your boss and resign. Since you will be living with me and I will be taking care of you I don’t see any reason why you need a job and all of its distractions. As you know I am not wealthy, but I feel I do make enough to take care of both of us comfortably, and that includes giving you a generous allowance to spend as you wish. “Before you say anything or even try to protest, that is my decision and it is final. Realistically, you probably would have to quit soon anyway. Once you get your tits how could you walk into work and explain that. Even if we don’t get implants but let them grow naturally through your hormones it’ll only be a matter of time before they won’t go unnoticed. And I think it is fair for me to presume that even now, given how your breasts are ...

... developing, you have already received some curious looks and questions.” “Yes ma’am, I have,” she admitted. “A couple of people had mentioned it; I blamed it on high bl**d pressure medication but I don’t think they believed me.” “I’ll trust you to take care of it then. I don’t think I’ll need to stand over you to make sure but I want you to do it early. We’re going to be a bit busy later on, going to the breast form store and then we’ll go to your apartment to get some of your essentials. I also want you to call your landlord and tell him you’re moving out and will be gone by the end of the month. This is all fairly clear and simple so I don’t think you should have any questions. Now get back to finishing my things.” “Yes ma’am.” Something I hadn’t mentioned though was a side trip to homeless shelter. When we packed her clothes every bit of male attire that she had was going in to separate bags which we were going to drop off as donations. From now on she would be have no need for any male clothes, except for the times we would go somewhere and she needed to be dressed as a 20’ish young girl, everything she wore was going to be cutesy frills, lace, pastels – lots of pink, yellow, baby blue - and so on, the proper attire for a sissy girlie-boy. I felt a little badly about being as domineering as I was in ordering her around and taking charge of her life as I was doing, but it was something I felt I had to do. I wanted it to be clear to her what her role would be in my life and ...