Being Barbi's Bitch

Before I could say it, he shrugged his shoulders in apology. "I'm afraid the light blew down in last week's storm, but the traffic violation is still in order." He began flipping through his ticket book, which he held right next to the bulge in his pants. As worried as I was about the situation, I couldn't help but notice.

"I'm afraid this is a 'failure to obey' citation, which carries a fine that must be paid on the spot."

The idea of a 'failure to obey' citation sent a thrill through my newly sexed body. Even though I'd already paid the same ticket back home last year, the terminology was undeniably erotic to a submissive sissy slut who'd just spend a week being her shemale Goddess' bitch.

The officer leaned in through my window, smelling of sweat, coffee, and Old Spice deodorant. "Now," he said, "I, for one, think it's far too fine day to waste on paperwork." He put the ticket book back in his pocket and adjusted his package. "What do you say, Miss Heathyr? Can we come to an alternate arrangement?"

It took me a moment to realise he called me Heathyr. When that fact finally dawned upon me, I smiled and nervously licked my lips.

As I reach out for his zipper, I promised him that I would never 'fail to obey' ever again.