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Since you like to dress up in pantyhose and womens underwear and high heels and skirts behind my back, and paint yourself all pretty, darling, I thought it was time for you to experience the full enchilada. 


No, I didn’t tie you up because I want to satisfy twisted little fantasy of me as your “dominant mistress”. 


I’m not into that shit, sweetie. 


Nor am into having an effeminate transvestite that wears pantyhose and girlie clothes writhing on top of me.  


Not that you are one, but im certainly not into women. 


Nor are you any kind of man to me anymore.


So maybe you need to become accustomed to getting down on those pantyhose sheathed knees of yours and thaking the hot, throbbing shafts of real men between your faggy lipstick painted lips.


So I’m just going to leave you right here for a few hours, while I go to a bar to meet some real men.


I can see from that bulge in your skirt that you’re already warming to the task.


By the time I get back - if I do - you’ll be a fully consummated faggot, awash with a cocktail of real men’s semen and all those delusions of manhood you may still harbour will be but a distant memory. 