Ivana Pushing Sissy's Limits

"I'll quit whining," I said though my insides churned at the idea of parading in front of people in a dress. "I'm sorry, Ivana."

"No, Baby," Ivana said. "I'm allowing you to say your peace. But, wasn't I right when I told you that you couldn't handle the stress of being the leader in our relationship? Don't you feel better with all the pressure on me?"

"Yes."

"Wasn't I right when I told you that you'd make a great homemaker? Wasn't I right when I said that you'd feel much better in panties and with smooth skin?"

"Yes."

"And when your ass was filled with that first big black cock, didn't you cum harder than you'd ever cum before? Aren't you a little black cock slut now?"

"Yes."

"Is there anything more fulfilling that submitting to a thick black cock?" Ivana asked. "Can you please a man wearing a stained t-shirt and five o'clock stubble?"

I giggled.

"So what's all this boy talk, Baby?" Ivana asked. "Are you going to try to pee standing up? Are you going to start eating Doritos and drinking beer? I bet you'd love all that orange gunk on your manicured hands."

"Stop teasing me about wanting to be so prissy and tidy," I said. "I'm sorry for freaking out. You're always right."

"Baby, don't slouch," Ivana said to get me back into line.

"I'm sorry, Ivana," I answered and bowed my head.

"I'm very proud of you," Ivana said as she lifted my chin. "Your yoga studio is doing so well right now. Looking so great in that dress, you should be able to lock up some new clients. Everyone is always complimenting your pretty little body."

"I do like hanging around with the girls," I said.

Ivana laughed and squeezed my hand.

"I'm not going to let your craving to be on your knees for cock fool me. You're still a little pussy hound," she said before poking my ribs until I let out a girlie squeal.