Carrie Ann's Delight

"Listen you fagot, don't even think about disobeying me – ever. From now on you are my sissy sex toy. If I say jump, don't bother to ask how high, just jump as high as you can. Right now I'd like to take my cane and turn your ass into hamburger. I don't have time right now, but if you do one more thing to piss me off and I'll take the time. For the moment, let me give you a taste of one of the ways your punishment will take in the future.

Rachel turned and pulled her skirt up. She had not put her thong back on. She bent forward and said. "Clean it."

I went to my knees, spread her ass checks and began licking her anus.

"French it." She said.

My tongue went deep inside her rectum.

After a moment she stood and asked. "How did you like that Carrie Ann."

Still on my knees I responded the only way I dared. "Thank you Mistress Rachel. It is a pleasure servicing your beautiful ass."

"Just remember, you displease me and I may never need another piece of toilet paper. Do you clearly understand?"

"Yes, Mistress Rachel."

"I hope so, the next time I need to pee I'll elaborate." She said, offering the lipstick again.

This time there was no delay. I accepted the lipstick, stood and went to the mirror behind the bar. I wiped my lips with a napkin and wished I could brush my teeth or gargle. I applied the coating to my lips. It was a wet pink and caused my lips to glimmer.

We drove to the Springdale Mall in silence. Rachel parked close to the front entrance and waited for me to get her door. She preceded me through the mall leaving a trail of discussed onlookers in our trail. She was in her element, a rich bitch with her sissy trophy-husband in tow. I really embraced this role, but I had just never been so exposed before. My clitty stick was drooling as I practiced my hip swing.

Our arrival at Victoria Secret caused quite an initial commotion. Rachel was calm and deliberate about her task. Because of the problem between my legs she started with panties. She asked the salesgirl to join us in a fitting room to show her the problem. I wiggled out of my trousers. The thin, tight fitting panties left no question what the problem was. The young woman was more embarrassed than I was, but recognized a big sale in the making. Her nametag said Sheila.