My sissy picked me up on his way home from work today. I asked him "what are you wearing, slut?" which, translated, means "show me your panties!"
He blushed and stammered and tried to get out of it...we were sitting right there in my driveway after all...but I insisted. And he finally admitted to me that he had chosen to disregard my orders and wear boy britches, fearing that the pretty pink confections I picked out for him would be spotted at work.
He paid the price of course.
As soon as we arrived at his house (also my studio) I sweetly inquired if he had to urinate. Ascertaining that there was no need for an immediate trip to the bathroom I ordered him into the playroom and commanded him to strip.
He was allowed to worship my feet briefly, then I ordered him to sit, legs spread wide apart, directly in front of me. And there he sat as I enjoyed a cigarette and toyed with his naked body using only my feet. He seemed to especially respond when I squashed his stiff little cockette under my shoe, and also when I rubbed my worn leather sandals against his face.
When I was almost finished with my smoke I instructed him to lie across a nearby ottoman, with his head in my lap. Well, it was in my crotch really as I wrapped my legs around him, pushing his face right up against my black thong panties. I let him breathe in the scent of his Mistress, appreciating her nearness, for just a few moments before I stood and moved around behind him.
The spanking which followed did not last long, but I think my silly slut was sufficiently well reminded of who owns whom in this relationship.
p.s. Referring to my tia as HE in this post is a little extra wallop on his punishment. My slavegirl sissy would almost always rather be my GIRL!
