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and two men. “Any one want to do the honors.” “I’d love to,” said Karen, taking the glass and pouring it into my panties. “Oooohh. Iced panties.” “I don’t need this either,” said Diane, holding up her full bloody Mary. “Pour it in,” said Mistress Anne, and the crowd collapsed in laughter. I was wearing light tan slacks, which were now completely sticky with tomato juice on the inside and looking like I had peed in them three times from the outside. But nothing was darker than my face. I turned and ran out of the bar. Mistress Anne said, “No masturbating,” as I was turning, and one of the guys yelled, “Fag on the loose,” as I went through the door. It took me an hour and a half to figure out the bus routes and get to Mistress Anne’s house. I got lots of funny looks, but nothing could be as bad as what happened in the bar. I heard Mistress Anne come in very late, but she didn’t come in my room, and I wasn’t about to go see her. Chapter 3 I awoke the next morning to Mistress Anne’s hand on my cheek. “Poor little sissy. Did Mistress abuse him too much last night?” “Ma’am, I have never been so humiliated in all my life.” “Should I take that as a thank-you? You’ve always talked about being publicly humiliated when we talked about your fantasies.” “I know. But you caught me by such complete surprise.” “That’s the only way it would work. And don’t tell me you didn’t get a rush out of it.” With that, she started feeling under my nightie for my dick, and damned if it didn’t betray me. “See, your little dickie is getting hard just talking about it.” “But why did you do it?” I said. “Well, when I first teased you about not being able to pick up a woman, you were far too quick to pick up on the dare. I didn’t know where it would lead, but if you were really willing to cheat on Joyce, by God, I wanted to teach you a lesson you would never forget. And you, little dick brain, played right into my hand.” “I’m sorry, Mistress Anne, I guess you are right. But you were the one tempting me. I thought that made it OK.” “Little sissy,” she said, “There will always be temptations. You are the one who has to resist.” “We’ll, thank god it’s over.” “Over? You think it’s over? I’ve got your tape recording. I recorded the calls you made from my phone. Remember those? And best of all, I don’t have to explain it to Joyce - she saw it all!” “WHAT?” “Oh yes, once we knew what night your ‘big event’ was going to be, she changed her plans to come back a day early. She wouldn’t have missed it. She knew in advance,” said Mistress Anne. “At first she was furious. She wanted to throw you out. But I convinced her not to get mad, just get even. See, you just don’t realize how nice I am to you.” She laughed. “We’ll, she knew it was just a dare. Didn’t that make a difference?” “Oh, I didn’t bother her with those little details. I just told her to find your emails and postings on the Internet - it looked like you were trolling the whole world!” said Mistress |
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Great Job
