I was once Reverend Zigfield Quinn, but then I had an awareness of my true role, and I decided to give it up to be a male Master. I have some interesting clients, that is to be sure.
I keep telling Hollander that he can't stop being a natural submissive. Hollander is due to wed a sweet girl, a nice little creature with a flower shop or something, and he's told me time and again that he has to stop visiting me for sexual domination.
It's true, I'm a man, and as Hollander keeps telling me, he's not gay. Why, then does he go to work with a huge butt plug up his hidey hole? And why is he always showing up at my place?
Sometimes it's just for a quickie enema, but that's usually not the case.
Just the other night, after he'd told me that he was done with the weirdness and his pastoral counselor or some shit had gotten him to change, and I can't believe he's getting all this counseling and hasn't told Stacy or Tracy or whoever he's marrying about his perversion...
He shows up at my apartment. Hollander has a nice big house, and it used to be fun to go over there. Before he met Stacy, Hollander had a big St.Andrew's cross in his basement and a wonderful carpenter's horse that I'd bend him over before giving him thirty with the cane.
Hollander would cry bitter tears, but then he'd happily drop to his knees and begin slurping at my cock, and I'd cum several times. Then I'd grind my Doc Marten boot against his stiff one until he came, too.
But of course Stacy is living there, now, and it's been transformed into a nice, hygienic rec room with a Wii and that sort of thing.
So Hollander drops by my house, and when I open the door, he's snarling, Furious that he's given in again.
"I thought you were going to stay away this time." No one seeing us together would ever suspect that Hollander is the submissive. He's six foot three and quite athletic, and I am kind of dumpy and have Coke bottle glasses and somewhat yellow teeth.
But Hollander is fascinated. "I'm just coming this one more time, Ziggy." He pauses. "I've got to get decent therapy, and frankly, you should, too."
And that's when I slapped him, right in the doorway, and he fell to his knees. I walked back into my apartment and he followed me.
Within ten minutes I had Hollander stripped and in a pretty jumper and high knee socks and Mary Janes. Now he's Holly, my nice little schoolgirl.
"See, what would Stacy say if she could see you now, Holly? Not much of the macho man there, right?"
Holly begins weeping, because she knows that she's just a sad little tranny. And Holly's desire to be a pink frocked schoolgirl is just too exquisite, I think.
"Aren't you sorry you are abusing your Daddy's time, pretending to be a big shot, being engaged to that silly little thing when you know you just want to jump rope and have tea parties and play with dolls?"
In an effort to make peace, Holly waves the little white envelope with my munificent tribute in it. I snatch this from him, but of course I'll never be mollified.
"Ziggy, I-I hope you're not upset with me, Sir."
There is nothing more strange than taking a man in a pink jumper over my knee and pulling his panties down for a little action with my racquetball paddle. It's funny, but rather sad as well.
I wonder sometimes if Hollander will keep seeing me after he marries Stacy. It is a shame because I had hoped to put him in a chastity device.
I have Romaine in a chastity thing, and sometimes it pisses her off. Romaine is a TV weather girl during the week, and what a dish!
She has long, thick blonde hair and huge tits, and most men just turn her on so they can drool, as her predictions are pitiful, she is no meteorologist.
After I put Romaine in the chastity piercing, I told her that this shouldn't stop her from having sex at all, and insisted that she blow her dates instead.
Previously, Romaine often would just let men take her out, and spend obscene amounts of moolah on her, and then you know, a peck at the door.
The other night though, I insisted she come by here and blow the pizza delivery boy. It is making her a better fellatrix. I made her strip and I showed the guy her piercing and he laughed and asked if she would rim him too.
He'd heard the Chris Rock routine about how you should make a girl eat out yo' ass.
