Her words, uttered in her harshest, cruellest voice were merely tools to ensure the thing we would most assuredly be punished for, and she knew it, and we knew it.
Then they left, laughing, caressing each other. We faced each other and beheld mutual looks of truly awesome excitement in each other’s wide sissy eyes. Then, suddenly, the light was flicked off and all we could do was wiggle and squeal in absolute blackness, remembering the expert milking we had received and preparing ourselves for the first of many mutually induced orgasms that were to punctuate the long and lovely night to follow, the night before we entered the next stage of our training in this wonderfully bizarre sissy academy, and which was very surely only the beginning of an amazing, epic and endlessly kinky adventure.
To Be Continued
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