An Afternoon Tea

Slowly sauntering back toward me, smiling at my reflection, she pulls the gloves on over her opera-length white satin gloves, tugging and snapping them in place like doctors do, with dramatic effect for my benefit, making me cringe. I see the reflection of my lavishly made-up eyes widen over my cock gag, fearing what she might do next. She seems to sense my trepidation, my fear making Miss Debra even more excited and amused as she steps directly behind me, jiggling the bell and o-ring of the cock dildo impaling my bottom. The sensations this attention causes, and the brush of her lace-trimmed corset against my crotchless-pantied bottom, are indescribable. I want her touch so much! Let her feminize me. I don't care!

She rests her latex-gloved hands gently on my bare shoulders, and absently pulls the bra strap of my pretty pink quarter-cup satin brassiere, as I had done to so many girlfriends in my past. If they could only see me now!

"How about a little slut stroking for my cherished pet? We have time, and you'd like that, wouldn't you, my little fuck toy?" she coos as she deftly pulls the ribbon of my embarrassingly large cock bow, letting the untied pink ribbon and bell fall to the thick carpet. "How did you tell me it works? Oh yes, slut strokingg... stroke stroke stroke... each stroke away from your body, like so, oui, Mademoiselle? Generating just the right amount of friction to keep you soooo hard but sooooo unable to realize your - uh - potential, so to speak! Non? Steady now, Girl! This, in addition to the herbs we're feeding you, will be sure to keep you hard, and right where I want you, my little fuck slut," she chuckles, playfully spanking the underside of my erection.

Miss Debra casually slut strokes me with both gloved hands now, resting her chin on my shoulder, looking at our reflection in the mirror, humming some light airy tune, as if milking a cow in the barn. My big blue eyes flash back and forth between her gloved hands and her beautiful face, which are her only features I can see in the mirror. Two pretty, feminine faces, side by side, her's and mine. And her two feminine, gloved arms and hands reaching around my 26-inch corseted waist, stroking the last vestige of my masculinity, so embarrassingly feminized and displayed through the open crotch of my pale pink ruffled panties!