About this book
“Pathetic little clitties like yours stay locked away in satin,” Tessa says, swatting my hand away from my panties. “Only real cocks get to be used.”
And she knows exactly where to put hers.
My family has no idea that beneath my hiking clothes, I'm wearing the lingerie Tessa picked out for me. That the plug inside me keeps me desperately ready for her. That every private moment between us involves her thick cock and my increasingly eager mouth.
She's been training me all week, pushing my boundaries, teaching me what it means to be her sissy. Now she's dressed me in virginal white — a frilly babydoll dripping with lace and tulle, stockings studded with bows up the back. And when she finally spreads my legs and claims what's hers, I'll never be the same again.
