A Working Sissy Girl

I look at my watch, ten minutes left to go. I reach down and push his head away. I snap my fingers and point to the floor. He shuffles back on his knees from the edge of the bed, almost falls over. He is quick to correct himself and fall forward, puts his face to the carpet. I straddle him, unlock his cuffs. He stays completely submissive and motionless on the floor before me. I take it all in, like it, completely naked and helpless. I toss the cuffs to the side of him, hear them make a loud 'clank' as they hit the floor. He looks pathetic like this, so vulnerable. I wonder if anyone ever sees him in their mind's eye in court like this. He after all is a judge, a very powerful judge I'm told.

"Dry me. You got me all wet and messy, you naughty little boy. Move!" He takes a towel he took from the bathroom earlier and carefully folded as he knelt before me, had me inspect it before he asked permission to lay it on the bed, corners perfect. He gently runs the towel up between my cheeks, wiping my rear end dry and clean. He is very good at this, so gentle. I turn my back to him, reach back and spread my cheeks.

"You may help me dress." I don't wait for him to ask, he knows what I want. He helps me step both feet back into my panties, pulls them up and as I reach down and tuck my little penis back between my legs he raises them up over my rear. Feel him staring at my rear from behind, I push my butt outward very close to his face. "Kiss, baby." Feel him kiss each cheek once, gently. He pulls my dress back down over my rear, adjusts it just above my knees. I tap my hand with the crop I'm holding.

"You want to show me that you love me, don't you, baby? Want to show me how much you really care?" I look back over my shoulder at him, glare down at him.

"Yes, oh yes, please. I do love you, I...", I walk to a chair and sit, cross my legs so that he gets it all in, sees my legs spread slightly and then close. I let one cute little boot move slightly up and down, "...please, I..." I can see his small erection poke up from between his folded legs, sitting back on them hands at his sides. I know all he can think about now is touching it. I stare at him.