Pro Dom 3 Cross Dresser

I'm a grown man. Married. Successful. I'm bent over in front of a latex-clad dominatrix. Oh, and I'm wearing a bra and panties."Tell me about punishment, Tracey." Mistress Megan's crop returned to between my legs."Punishment is for when I've done something bad." The crop is tapping against my thighs. I shut my eyes and let the warmth of heaven envelope me."Like leaving a clothes tag showing outside your panties?" she asked.
Shit! I could feel it against the small of my back! The little tag is flipped up, not tucked down inside my panties. My eyes rocket open. Should I reach back and flip it inside? Should I ask for permission? Should I hope that she hasn't seen it? Should I keep quiet? No! She'd asked a question. I have to answer! Should I-Suddenly her riding crop leaves my skin. Is this my punishment, withdrawal of pleasure? She's behind me now.
If I quickly reach up behind- Scissors! The grating sound of scissor blades closing against each other. She has a pair of scissors. She's going to cut-Now part of Mistress Megan's Memoirs!