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Keeping in mind that the “big bad Ethan” had no desire or intention of becoming or even wanting to be a sissy, I stored that tidbit of information in my mental rolodex. Mistress never forgets *anything.* (So it would be advisable not to say anything to me that could come back and bite you in the ass.) I started teasing him with my feet: rubbing them on his thigh, his chest, up to his face and allowed him to take in my scent. I instructed him not to lick or kiss my feet just yet . . . I wanted to build up his yearning and lust for them.

I noticed that his cock was getting harder and the tell tale signs of arousal was beading at the opening of his cock. So I kept rubbing my feet all over his tone and hard body, teasing him, and denying him the pleasure of tasting me. After what seemed to him an eternity (but in actuality was about 20 minutes) I finally made my small request. “Reach up and take my panties off . . . them put them on yourself.”

He looked very confused. I had never asked for him to do anything of the sort. I imagine he either thought that he heard me incorrectly or that I was joking. So I repeated myself. I made sure that my demeanor conveyed that I was dead serious. It was either put the panties on and we will continue to play or don’t put the panties on and you will have to disengage and go home.

What will he choose?

To be continued . . .