A Working Sissy Girl

I also know the drill. Can't leave the hotel room until he's one half hour gone, I sit back and pick up the tv remote, turn on the set. He turns and reaches into his pocket, pulls out a money clip. He takes three one-hundred dollar bills off of the clip and as he approaches me I hold out my hand. I sip my drink as I look up at him. I take the bills he places in my hand, fold them and tuck them into my bag next to the chair. I wink up at him as he smiles. I set my drink on the table in front of the chair, stand and walk to the door with him.

I push myself up against him, push the soft leather of my dress against his very expensive suit, feel his hand go to the small of my back. "Ooooooooo, baby. Purrrrrrrrrr, never had you touch me like that before. You want to kiss me, baby? Ever think about that?" He starts to move toward my lips, I move my head to the side, dodge him quickly. Whisper in his ear as he runs his hand down over my rear end, "You gotta work harder to be a real good boy for that treat, I'll let you know when, French kiss my little bitch when he least expects it. Maybe even touch your dick with my hand, I know you think about that." I sigh into his ear, up real close, "Mama says 'when', not you, honey." I can feel him start to push up against me, feel his erection start to grow in his pants. I run my hand up over it, "You think about me, you think about me and only me. I am your only Mistress." I pull away from him, slap his rear hard with my hand. I reach up and flip the latch lock at the top of the door 'open', step back away from him brushing his hand off of me.

"Say it."

He looks down slightly, sheepishly. "Thank you, Mistress. Thank you."

"Who do you love? I stare at him as he looks up so submissively.

"You, Mistress, I love you, adore you."

"Good boy." I walk back to the bar, one more drink, I have a half an hour to kill. "Go!"

I don't look at him but see him in the mirror as he opens the door and closes it behind him as he leaves.