She kicked me in the stomach. “Don’t look at me, bitch.”
“Yes, Mistress I moaned.” Clutching my stomach with both arms.
“When Jenny or I give you the command – Rug, you are to go to that rug and kneel down with your face on the rug and your ass in the air. You’ll most likely be punished. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Make him go now.” Jenny said in a playful tone. “He looked. He looked at you.”
“Go to the garage, get me a ping pong paddle and go to the rug.” Sheila said.
Naked, I headed toward the garage.
“Move your ass.” Sheila added.
Returning from my errand, like an obedient puppy, I handed the paddle to Jenny and assumed the position. I faced to the wall so I couldn’t see what was coming, but I heard the paddle on its downward swing. The pain was astonishing.
“Your turn.” Jenny said, apparently handing the paddle to Sheila.
After delivering two hard blows to my ass, Sheila placed the paddle on my ball sack and told me to spread my legs. Fearfully I complied.
“Do you think you can be a good girl now?” She asked.
Girl was my thought, but I was in the absolute wrong position to ask questions. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Then go back where you were and see if you can convince Jenny that you really want the life we’ve described.” Sheila said.
After I was kneeling in front of Jenny, I clamped my hands as if in prayer and looked at Jenny’s feet. “Please, Miss Jenny, please sissify me and humiliate me any way you wish. I’ll obey your every command.”
“My bet is you’ll live to regret those words.” Jenny said, then speaking to Sheila she added, “Get on with it baby.”
Turning to Jenny, Sheila asked, “What shall we call her?”
“What’s wrong with Sissy?” Jenny said.
“Nothing at all. As a matter of fact, I think that ‘s perfect, but we’ll need something for her ID.” Turning in my direction she asked, “What do call yourself when you are dressed in women’s clothes?”
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