bitch-boy is beside himself with dread and shame. The closest to rebellion he has been for a long while. (But he has not rebelled). I am arranging for Governess Lexi to come down to my house one afternoon this week and ‘babysit’ bitch-boy until I get home from work. Imagine all alone and at the mercy of a woman less than half his age who is, among other things, going to have him naked while she pisses on him, then a cold shower, then dressed up in his new faux little girl dress with make-up, false lashes and all the trimmings. There will be a harsh deterrent punishment to make his bottom very red and marked. She has said she will have him perform a nursery rhyme in front of her, over and over, while she ignores him and reads a magazine. She is going to have him write lines about how he is cuckolded. And so much more. These are her plans so far which she asked me to pass onto him to give him plenty to fret about.
I will be at work, thinking of poor bb (and my power to be able to put him through this) and my precious girlfriend Lexi enjoying very much making bitch-boy so miserable.