A Girl Called Eddie

"Uh, yes - yes, of course, Mistress!" he blurted. "I'm completely at your mercy. Just tell me what you want me to do."

"Get on the bed and play doggy," I snapped.

As he scurried obediently across the room, I could not resist a flick of the whip across his buttocks. Even two layers of thin silk took little of the venom from the sting. With a loud yelp, he grabbed at his right cheek. I was even more surprised that I had actually struck him. Perhaps I was more like Carrie than I had suspected. Could I become an equally vicious vixen, merely by slipping into her kinky second skin?

Eddie trembled, either in fear or anticipation of a further taste of the crop. Despite my newly discovered sense of potency, I was reluctant to subject him to a good thrashing. However, he was not to know that. Planting my right foot on the bed, I commanded him to lick my boot.

As he licked his way slowly up along the expanse of smooth rubber, the crop resting between his shoulder blades, he took full advantage of the view up my dress. As I was not wearing any underwear, my attributes were on full, shameless display.

"Let me suck your cock, Mistress!" he pleaded, his tongue only inches from the swollen length.

"Does my sister have a cock?" I demanded, cooling his ardor with another whack of the crop across his butt.

"Of course not!" he cried. "How could she?"

"A strap-on cock, moron," I snapped. "Dominant women sometimes like to use such things on their slaves."

He shook his head. "She has a vibrator, but she's never used it on me. I wish she did have a hard, juicy cock, just like yours. That would make her the perfect Mistress."

"Perhaps I am the perfect Mistress then," I responded. "I have something my sister doesn't and I want to do something she has never done. You enjoy being a girl, don't you?"

He nodded eagerly, nuzzling my rubber-sheathed thigh.