“Do a twirl for me.” Brad commanded as he sat in the corner of the bedroom. “Give me a tease of those frilly panties you’re wearing, sissy!” As Sasha spun in her high heels, her petticoat lifted itself off her body and provided Master the quick glimpse beneath her petticoat he requested.
“Mmmmm… that’s very nice, Sasha. I can tell you’ve been doing your daily posterior workouts. That ass is looking better every day! The Brazilian butt lift was an excellent choice too, don’t you think?” As he finished speaking Brad rose from his seat and began walking towards his prized possession. Sasha instinctively cast her gaze downward as she pulled her dress and petticoat out to each side, crossed her feet, and bent her knees to perform the picture perfect curtsy for her Master.
“Yes, Sir.” Sasha responded with her gaze fixated towards the ground before returning to her original position. “Don’t you think your sissy Sasha needs additional body enhancements?” She was required to always ask for more of whatever she was being complimented about. Not doing so would ensure a harsh punishment from both Master and Mistress.
Brad stood inches away from Sasha now, her fluffy petticoat compressed against her by his imposing figure. With a smirk on his face, Brad reached around and underneath the bouffant petticoat and grabbed a handful of her sculpted ass before giving it a firm squeeze. His other hand rested itself on her waist with a possessive grip. “Hmmm. Maybe that’s not such a bad idea… cunt.” Sasha took his insult just like she did everything else from him, with a smile on her feminized, cum soaked face and a “Thank you, Sir!”
“You’re very welcome, sissy. A good girl like you deserves to be spoiled every once in awhile.”
“Yes, Sir! Thank you, Sir!” Was the only response the slave could give in return.
“You are just so adorable, Sasha!” Grace once again joined the conversation after her quick shower. “Brad, those panties I purchased for our dear Sasha have a delightful surprise for you in the rear.”
“The rear?!” Sasha thought to herself. “What is she talking about???”
“Oh?” Brad said aloud as he quickly grabbed Sasha’s wrist and forcefully spun her around. As she twirled, Sasha lost her balance and landed bent over on the bed, her face lying in the sticky puddle of sex leftover from her owners love making just 30 minutes earlier.
With her in such a compromising position, Brad easily lifted the petticoat out of the way to get a good look at Grace’s gift. “Oh my, sissy! Grace really did get you some naughty panties!” He then ran his fingers along each thigh before tracing the outline of her panties. With a quick snap of her garter belt, Sasha let out a yelp as his other hand groped her clitty locked between her legs.
“Still wet as ever I see.”
It was at this time she also heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper and the cool breeze tickle her fanny. Sir eagerly ran his hand inside her panties and teased her pussy with his fingers. Her clitty instinctively clenched itself as the foreign object teased its walls.
“Sasha, my dear sissy” zzziiiiiiiiiip “I hope you’ve been doing your daily stretching exercises as well… If you haven’t, then consider this part of your punishment…”
To be continued.