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    Date: 12/22/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Taboo, Author: Gulpper23, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Taking a quick look at the clock, I noticed that the delivery had run late, and I was immediately stressed at the fact that Mistress would be home shortly. I knew I didn't have time to shower, and there was certainly no time for much cleanup either. I just pealed the skin-tight jeans down, crumpled them up and buried them at the bottom of the hamper. I carefully pulled the bright yellow panties down my legs, trying not to make any more mess. I washed the creamy jism away in the sink, squeezed what water I could from the satin fabric and tucked the still wet panties inside my jeans at the bottom of the dirty clothes. Running back to the bathroom, I then washed myself as best I could at the sink, and freshened my makeup, especially my lipstick, which had obviously been left along the length of Ken's gorgeous cock. I quickly straightened my hair and then swung by my closet, slipping into a cute little frayed-hem denim skirt and then over to my dresser and pulled some fresh panties up over my little clitty before trotting to the linen closet for fresh bedding. Once the bed was made, I scurried down the stairs to prepare for Mistress. By the time she arrived, I was at the door to meet her, drink in hand, like the good little sissy I so try to be. &#034Why thank you, crissi.&#034 Mistress seemed pleased as she made her way to the couch to sit down and enjoy her drink. &#034Come take my heels off, dear,&#034 she called. I followed along and dropped to my knees in front of ...
    Mistress. Lifting first one foot and then the other, I brought each to my lips to pay the homage that was due. Gently kissing her toes with my tongue and inner lips, to avoid any lipstick mess. I sucked her heel into my my mouth like a tiny little cock and thanked her for the privilege of being her obedient sissy slave. I slipped off one 5-inch heel after the other, and then sat one of her delicate feet on my thigh while I started massaging the other. &#034Tell me, sweetie, was the mattress delivered as scheduled?&#034 &#034Yes, Mistress, it was a little late, but now it's all ready for you, just as you instructed,&#034 I said, hoping for some credit, as I continued to massage her feet. &#034So, everything went well, with no mishaps?&#034 &#034Yes. Mistress, perfectly well.&#034 &#034Then tell me, why aren't you wearing stockings?&#034 My head immediately raced. Mistress had set strict rules that if my legs were exposed, I would be wearing thigh-high stockings. And it wasn't just her rule to make sure I was always as feminized as possible; she knew that I preferred it that way too. So, what could I tell her? I was afraid that if I said I had run them, she would want to see the discarded stockings, but I couldn't think of anything else. &#034I got a run, Mistress, while I was preparing for the delivery and cleaning under the bed. I didn't have time to change before the delivery or after.&#034 I knew my story was weak, and I was expecting to be reprimanded for a late start or lack of ...
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