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The first week of having a useful cock went well. For the first time since we got married, we had sex every night. After strapping my extension on, I would lick Hannah's pussy enough to get her turned on and then she'd choose a position. If I got physically worn out, she would choose another position. Because I was having sex so often and doing some research on the Internet, I was able to develop some control over how soon I came. I was easily lasting over two minutes, partly because there isn't much physical stimulation inside the extension. Hannah deliberately sized the interior to be roomy and smooth, so with the addition of lubricant, most of the stimulation I felt was purely mental. By Thursday night, I broke the three minute mark for the first time. She enrolled us in a mixed-gender aerobics class and required me to wear tight shorts that revealed how poorly endowed I am. Several of the men were openly gay and all of the men were better endowed, so the humiliation of knowing that the other women in the class were comparing me unfavorably to them aroused me and motivated me to work harder. After each session, I was also required to thank our instructor, Mistress Sandra, which she seemed to think was the natural order of things. My first two sessions had me pretty exhausted, so I actually looked forward to a relaxing weekend of being Hannah's slave full time.When I got home from work that Friday, Hannah became Mistress Hannah and sat me down in front of the mirror and instructed me on how to apply makeup that complimented my pale complexion and eye color. We had gone clothes shopping and had received several packages during the week, so I wasn't caught completely by surprise when she started to dress me. Because of my 5'10" height, I didn't think I could ever pass for a woman, but because I have a slender build, she was able to give me some shape.My ass was naturally feminine, but I needed some tricks for my legs, waist and of course my chest. I put on a red garter belt and black stockings that slimmed my ankles and knees while rounding my calfs and thighs. Next came pale pink panties with a matching bra over a false chest with very realistic breasts. Over all this, I wore a dark blue kaçak iddaa dress with a belted waist and a wig of long curly blond hair. When I was totally transformed, she had me stand in front of a full length mirror to see the results. I looked surprisingly sexy. When I was finished admiring myself, she told me that tonight, I would learn how to suck cock.I waited patiently but with trepidation while she changed into her outfit. It was my old high school basketball jersey and shorts with a much more pronounced bulge than I ever gave them. She ordered me to kneel and "gimme a hummer, bitch." I silently objected to her tone, but realized it was exageration. I never treated her like that and I doubt any other guy had, but I knew that many women were degraded with much worse comments so I played the resigned submissive role. I knelt in front of her and pulled her shorts down. Next came my old jockstrap and when that came down a big tan rubber dong popped out into my face. It was about an inch longer than my extension, but not as thick. I carressed her ass cheeks as I licked down along the side of her cock."Yeah, that's it. Lick it bitch," she said. She kept up a steady patter as I slowly progressed to sucking it. With my mouth and one hand, I tried to do to her cock the same things I like done to mine. I even tried to swallow it but I must not have been in the right position because it wouldn't bend down my throat. With my other hand, I eased two fingers into her pussy and placed my thumb on her clit, rubbing it the way I knew she liked. She was wet and ready. It didn't take very long and she was thrusting and coming.At first, I thought she was going to ignore my now raging little hardon, but she pushed me backwards onto the floor and lifted my legs back onto her shoulders. She pulled my panties aside and eased her mouth down on my cock. After a couple of strokes on it, I felt something wet against my asshole and thought she was going to penetrate me with the dildo, but she just eased a well-lubed finger in and then another and then another while she continued sucking my cock.She moved her fingers around a lot as she sucked me, sometimes spreading my hole wider by separating them and sometimes kaçak bahis rotating them. In short order, my cock pulsed and she lifted her head and stoked me into a powerful orgasm, letting my cum spurt all down my smooth belly and into my dress. When my*orgasm subsided, she rubbed my cum all over my belly with her free hand, then ordered me to lick her fingers. As I licked them clean, she pulled her other fingers from between my ass cheeks and wiped them on a towel. I then had to launder the towel, my panties and my blue dress before I could shower and join her in bed."Well," she said, "that went pretty well. I think you're very good at sucking cocks. You are such a good little sissy boy. Tomorrow is going to be so much fun for me." I went to sleep hoping it would include what I suspected was coming next.The next morning, I cooked breakfast. I wore only an apron and my buttplug. Mistress Hannah told me that I needed the "barefoot in the kitchen" experience to appreciate the meaning of being her little sissy boy. After cleaning up the breakfast dishes, she told me to spend the day preparing the house and myself for a date with her that evening "Just like a lovesick girl would do". She wanted me to make myself beautiful for her. She handed me the enema bottle and said she wanted me to be clean inside and out. By the time four PM rolled around, I had the house in pretty decent shape so I started on getting myself ready by first giving myself three enemas and then showering.When I came out from the shower and sat down at her makeup table, I was surprised how much I remembered about makeup. I did what I thought was a pretty decent job and remembered to check my nails and put perfume behind my ears. Mistress Hannah watched with an occasional approving nod and sometimes a smirk. When I was finished with everything I could remember, she inspected me and said, "Very good, but we have one more finishing touch."She required me to kneel on all fours on the bed and with a red wide felt-tipped permanent marker, she began to write on my ass. On my left ass-cheek she wrote "FUCK" with an arrow beneath it "===>". On my right cheek she wrote "HERE" over "