Her Sissy
By Tiffany Scott
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"Go pick up the nylons I was wearing and put them on next!" She said with a nod. I didn't waste any time complying and after my legs were encased in her nylons she made me put on her high heels. In just a couple of minutes I was standing in front of her again.
She let me stand like that for a little bit as she cupped and carressed her firm naked breasts. "Hmm. I like telling you what to do." She coo'd in a sexy voice. "It makes my nipples hard." She added.
After a bit she lowered her hands to her sides and then lifed her dress a couple of inches so the lacy hem of her slip peeked out from under it.
"Do you like my pretty slip sissy?" She asked, using that teasing tone of voice again. I told her that I liked it very much. "You want to wear it don't you panty-waist?" She taunted.
Again I told her that she was correct. Hearing this she dropped her dress down so the slip was no longer exposed. "Then beg me to let you wear my slip sissy." She told me. "I want to hear just how much you want to wear it!"
I slowly got onto my knees so she was towering over me. "Please Kelly let me wear your slip." I begged. "I love slips and I've never worn one that had been worn by you first." I pulled my panties up so that my cock was clearly visable under the front panel. I had been slowly getting harder and harder and now it was pretty close to being fully erect.
"Just look at how hard my cock is from me just thinking a about wearing your pretty slip. Please let me put it on and I promise to do whatever you say. Please!" I begged. She stood over me smiling for a little while, then she nodded. "Ok, you may take it off of me and put it on sissy." She said, with a snicker. I gently reached up under her dress and carefully pulled her slip down her legs and then held it while she stepped out of it.
Once she had I eagerly slipped my feet into the waistband and then pulled it up into place. The lacy hem came to just above mid-thigh. "Oh you look so sexy in my bra, nylons, panties and slip!" She said softly. "So sexy you make me wet. My little sissy makes my pussy wet when he does what I tell him to do!" She said in an athoritative voice.
"I'm glad you think I'm a sexy." I said meekly, then added. "And I love it when you tell me what to do." She smiled when she heard me say that.
"Good." she told me. "Because from now on I'm going to be telling you exactly what to do. Understand?" She asked. I lowered my head and then told her that I understood.
She pushed her dress down so it fell in a circular ring around her feet. Daintily she stepped out of the center of it. She told me to pull it up into place, but added that I shouldn't zip it closed just yet. I worked the dress up over my hips, I had to tuck my slip back down afterward, then held it tightly around my middle.
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