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Sunday, September 15, 2013

A Poem - Mistress And Her Sissy

Mistress And Her Sissy

She came to him with big surprise,
and he could see it in her eyes.
She told him, "There's no other way.
From here on out you will obey."

He then replied, "No way in hell.
If we do this, it won't end well."
She laughed and said, "I do not care.
I know about your girlfriend there.

You come back home and act much sweeter.
You're nothing but a little cheater."
He looked at her, "I can explain."
She laughed and said, "Bitch use your brain.

The house, the car, I'll have it all,
unless you choose to now play ball."
She told him with a voice so calm,
"From here on out, I'll be your Domme.

I make the rules, and you obey.
You will stay faithful, while I play.
I'm sorry dear, you're out of luck.
But you can be my sissy cuck."

He would become a smooth 'lil sissy,
prancing 'round and acting prissy.
Painted toes and finger nails,
with punishment in times he fails.

Her sissy clit she would not see,
securely locked in chastity.
He'd take care of her every need.
Her oral slave is what he'd be.

All dressed up pretty, not a game.
She picked him out a girlie name.
He really did not have a choice.
He spoke to her with girlish voice

And when her boyfriends came around,
his place was knees down on the ground.
For he was but her sissy cuck,
and dutifully he learned to suck.

And thus it all began that day.
despite his protest, "I'm not gay."
His fear was that he'd lose it all.
He now serves at Her beck and call.

The crazy part is they grew close,
and pleasing Her he loved the most.
She loves the new girl She calls Missy.
A Happy Mistress and Her sissy.

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