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Slutty Sandra
(Miranda Birch)

In desperation he started to plead. He knew it would not do any good. But he tried anyway. Maybe just this once..? 



"Oh please, Mistress... please no. Let me off this time... please... please..." 



Sharon smiled wickedly. 



"Dear me, Slutty Sandra, anyone would think you didn't like being a sweet sissy girlie!" 



Sharon laughed. Then she stood up, picked up the riding whip which as usual lay on her bedside table, swished it menacingly through the air and smiled to see Brad flinch at the sight and sound. Then she went over to one of the wardrobes which lined the full length of one wall. Brad followed, now mute, hopeless. Mistress Sharon rummaged in the wardrobe, produced a wig, threw it towards him. 



"Put that on for a start." 



Brad swallowed as he picked up the wig and pulled it onto his shaven head. It was the usual one. Blonde, with pigtails. He tried one last time. 



"Must I... must I?" he whined. 



Mistress Sharon at once slapped his face hard. Left, right... left, right. Brad's head jerked violently under the blows and he gasped with shock. It was amazing that a young woman could smack so hard. Yet she always did. She smacked as she punished -- without restraint. 



"Don't query my orders!" Sharon snarled at him crossly. "Any more lip out of you and it's the whip!" 



She glared at him, and was gratified to see him hang his head submissively, and keep his peace. Then she was rummaging again. 



"Now put this on!" 



Brad was tossed a delicate lace bustier of pale pink, trimmed with white lace. He struggled into it. It was a tight fit on his muscular frame. But he managed. The switch kept swishing -- and he had no wish to feel it! 



"Very sweet!" his Mistress simpered. "You see how the colour matches your chastity helper?" 



She always called the cruel cock restrainer his `chastity helper'. Some help! Brad hung his head and did not reply. 



"I said," Mistress Sharon went on, an edge to her voice, "do you see how the colour matches your chastity helper?" 



"Yes, Mistress," Brad whispered. Then added a "thank you, Mistress" for good measure. 



Mistress Sharon smirked. 



"Good! I am so glad you can see that! Your skill at coordinating girlie colours is really coming along!"