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The Sissy was here. I rose to my feet and headed for the entrance door. The heels of my patent black stilettos kept clicking against the floor, announcing each move of my feet. My steps were slow, my ass

wiggling in my clothes with each step I took. I was wearing a black leather garter set,

which outlined all of my curves, and made only a little attempt to hide the juiciness of my breasts.

I could say that the sissy was right on time, but I didn't want to.

I wanted to punish him for being even a second late.

So, there was no hurry in getting to the door.

I glanced at my wall clock. 10.01.

A satisfied smile crossed my face.

The sissy was a few seconds late.

It didn't matter that I had purposefully made him late.

Now there would be some punishment. I arrived at the door and

slowly opened it. The man, Leonard, watched me with an uncertain smile. Uh, hi, he said,

you're late. I whirled around and walked away from him. I could feel his eyes all over me,

caressing the juicy curve of my ass. I'm sorry, he stuttered. I arched my left brow and turned to look at him.

You do not talk back at your mistress, Sissy. You do not speak

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