SissifiedAB
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“Entrechat” Story and illustrations by Laurent Lebeau It was passed a good half hour I waited for my session with my nose sticked to the wall like a naughty little sissy girl. My hands over my head, I admired the red scarlet wall. I inaugurated for that occasion, my all new and fresh Classical Dance pink little dress which was enough short to let my thighs vulnerable. A full tulle underskirt valued that dress. I wore female cotton panties. And my feet were covered by a pair of ballerina shoe. The awesome, attractive Mistress Anoushka decided that kind of clothes for my session. Of course, the goal of that waiting was to humiliate me. I felt passing at my back few Mistresses and their slaves. I was in the corridor where all the doors went to the playrooms. All was a crescendo of whipping, screaming, imploring, begging and strict female voices resounding. I waited for my turn. Mistress Anoushka was originally born in Moscow. A true Russian Goddess with a nice Curriculum Vitae! Not like a Pro Dominatrix, but like a real Classical Dance teacher. In our last phone communication. She confessed me she was rude and hard with her pupils. She also told me I will endure a very hard training and she confessed to be really cruel and naturally sadistic. By following training with Mistress Anoushka could be very hard. She wanted to show me by forcing me to wear that humiliating dress. I started to find this waiting a bit long. Mistress Anoushka finally came and she went at my ear - Good evening, Slutty! You look fabulous on those clothes. Congratulation, you wear them very well… so exciting. Are you ready for Classical Dance tuition? Yes I was… She promised me to learn dancing like a true “Little Rat of the Opera” and being sure to never been on If you want to read the entire story click there password requiered "lebeau"to access the page
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