It won’t be long now until I take you. It won’t be long before your boi cunt is mine. I can see the pulse twitching in your neck, as you kneel in silent anticipation of that sissification bliss and consider all that strapon sissy play. I let the moment linger. Then, as though I’ve suddenly turned impatient, I push your head forward, putting you on your hands and knees. I leave you there.
You know better than to look around as I walk away. The only indication you have of where I am or what I’m doing is the click of my stiletto heels across the cool, hard tile as I head toward my magic toy box. You try not to shiver as you think of the things in that trunk. You realize Mistress must be looking your way because I chuckle at your attempt to remain composed in those silly, ruffled, panties. We both know how your tension builds in the minutes before the game begins in earnest. In that brief time when you don’t know what will be coming.
Will Mistress come back with the harness? If so, which dildo will it be? The difference between intense pleasure or simple pain can be measured in less than an inch of difference in girth.
And what if Mistress chooses to make you an animal today? Will you be my playful puppy-boy, with the puppy-tail butt plug in your ass and wearing a collar, all while chasing a dildo as though it were your favorite dog toy? Or will Mistress be strapping a saddle on you and digging in with her spurs?
Your skin ripples in gooseflesh as you consider it.
Out of the corner of your eye, you see flashes of red and black. You bite your lips to keep from smiling. I return to you, the two lengths of rope coiled in my hands and hold them to your face. You kiss the ropes, with your pink cocksucker lips, first one and then the other, and sigh. You wonder what pretty designs Mistress will be tying your sissy ass up in this time before her shimmering strapon is put to use.
It’s my favorite time of the day. The strapon sissy play-date