Sisterhood of Sin -- 26 -- A Sub For A Night With A Green Light - Sex Stories

Sisterhood of Sin -- 26 -- A Sub For A Night With A Green Light

... life and wasn't something that the kids were going to know about. She just wants him to do it to please the clients. She thinks it will be something she can charge extra for. Maybe she's right. I remember reading in his boner-o-meter test results that he had a strong positive response to humiliation, but no apparent response to crossdressing. I look at Marta and ask, "Satisfied?" She gives Wil one more intimidating look and then retreats to the adjoining room through the interconnecting doorway, closing the door behind her, but I know she will listen and watch on the monitor which is receiving the short-range wireless video feed. The inspection procedure is something I worked out with Mindy. Wil has been told only to hold his wrist behind his back and spread his feet apart to shoulder width. I walk up to him, getting close enough for him to grab me, to show that I trust him now. I reach out and touch his chest and his biceps as my eyes wander all up and down him. I want him to feel like a piece of meat. I pass around behind him, kneel and pry his butt cheeks apart with my thumbs. There, behind the thin strap of his thong panties is the buttplug I discussed with Mindy. "You are aware of the meaning of this green jewel?" "Yes, Ma'am. It means that I'm available for pegging." "Is that what would please you tonight?" "Your pleasure is my pleasure, Ma'am." "Good answer." His legs and ass have been freshly shaved. He was moderately hairy in the conference room in Anchorage, but ...

... now he's smooth. I peel his panties down. It's important that I'm in control of when and how that happens, so that he feels vulnerable. "Step out." "Yes Ma'am." When he complies, he fails to keep his feet at shoulder width. I gently slap his inner thighs. "Sorry, Ma'am." I reach between his legs and fondle his growing cock, stroking it and squeezing it. When it's clear that he's enjoying it, I stop. I reach up and rub his belly, noticing that his thick pubic hair is also gone. I squeeze his smooth ball sack and press my thumb against the jewel on the buttplug to remind him who is in charge. The most important part of the inspection is that he seems clean. I do not see, smell, or feel anything undesirable. "You've passed inspection Wil. You may masturbate. Catch your cum in this." I hand him one of the plastic glasses that come with the room and I pour myself a drink in another one. I sit and watch and fondle my breasts through my dress as he strokes his large cock. My pussy is awake and eager to see him come. His face gets red and his breathing gets louder as he gets closer. It would look comical if his cock was smaller, but seeing that big tube of flesh with its purple head as it pumps stream after steam of cum into the glass has me eager for the next step. He wipes the tip of his cock on the rim of the glass to scrape the last drop off. "You may set that on the nightstand. It will help me get to sleep later. Right now, I want your face between my thighs. My pussy isn't going ...