A Working Sissy Girl

"Believe me, I know. But you can't stop, neither can I, the itch will start again soon." I reach down and put my hand on his dick through his underwear. "You'll be thinking about this, jacking off all week to this dirty little thing we do, you know you will, baby, probably as soon as you get back to your office today."

He laughs. "Yep. You really are the best." He puts his hand on top of mine. I pull it out from under it, slowly. Give his dick a gentle pinch as I pull my hand away.

I walk back to the bed and sit on the edge of it, sip my drink as I watch him dress. "So does your wife do anything like this for you, treat you all mean and nasty like the dirty bad little boy that you are?" I smile at him, give him sexy wink.

"Fuck no, she'd never even think to do any of this. I get a blow job maybe once a month, at best. And she's not even good at that. She has no idea what I'm about. For her, it's about the country club, cars, summer homes and dinners." He ties his tie, stands in front of the mirror.

"But I know you, don't I? Your dirty little therapist that knows the real you, honey, that's me." I stand, walk up beside him and fix myself another drink. "You want to make this a regular day thing or just keep it on-call?" I sit on the edge of the dresser, stare up at him. "We can do every Tuesday, or if that doesn't work some other day. And we can do more than one hour too, if you like. We can do evenings too. Up to you, baby." This is the fifth time I've seen this man, I know him inside and out. He'll be seeing me much more.

"I'll call you. I like the regular thing, maybe a scheduled day and time." He turns to me. "I think about you all the time, think about doing what I do for you. Masturbate sometimes twice a day, have done it at my office, like you just said!"

"I know you do, baby. Believe me, I know you do. And that pleases me like you'll never know, love it that you think of your Mistress. And she knows just what you need." I lean forward, pat his shoulder, kiss him on the cheek. "Ooo, you have hot red lipstick on your cheek, better not let her see that." I laugh and walk back to the chair, sit and watch him wipe it off, finish dressing.