Sissy/mistress sex Stories

When I walk into the studio, my heels click on the hardwood floor. My client jumps in anticipation, and he tracks the sound. He’s blindfolded and waiting for me on his knees like he was instructed to. There’s a flush to his hairless chest, and I smirk, my red-painted lips quirking to the side. It’s his first time, and I love breaking in the virgins. My studio is spacious but cozy. Hardwood floors covered in rugs and leath...