"Hold that skirt up like a lady! Show a little dainty elegance. And push that hip out like I taught you to do. Sometimes I think you don't listen when I talk to you!"
She is kneeling in front of me adjusting the lace on the top of my panties. They are down around my ankles displayed over the tops of my 3" spike heel thin little ankle strap shoes. She adjusts them so that they don't hide the ruffled top sissy ankle sox I wear. My delicate lace panties are on full display laid out across the tops of my shoes. She stands and looks me up and down.
"Perfect! I have done wonders with you, baby doll. You should appreciate that."
She smiles at me, that wicked smile that makes me crazy.
I am wearing a frilly lace short dress, ruffled across the skirt and tops of my shoulders. My makeup is perfect, huge eye lashes and just a bit too-much mascara. My hair is piled up high, huge bow in front over my 'just to the tops of my eyes' bangs. And that is all set off by my giant plastic hoop earrings. All pink, everything I wear, my shoes and sissy sox, my lip gloss, my bow, pink--all of it. The large bow pulled up tight by the ribbon tied tightly around my tiny balls and penis is pink too. I am the perfect picture of sissy eye candy. It pushes my tiny penis and balls out and up in front. It highlights the less-than-man I truly am. And my mother loves and reminds me of that fact constantly. She inspects me.
"Don't you move, darling. Not one inch. He'll be here any minute. You stay just like that."
She takes her phone from the table and takes several pictures of me, walks around me. She captures it all from all angles. She always does.
"And don't talk! Just 'Yes, Sir' or 'No Sir', if he speaks to you at all. He doesn't need a chatty little bitch. Real men never do."
She smooths the ruffles up under my skirt, adjusts the large bow over my soft penis, all of it pushing my soft barely 2" little thing out in front. I am baby smooth and soft top to bottom. She runs her hand up the curve of my left rear cheek. She feels none of the k-y applied to my tight little hole such that it made no mess in my panties or should I sit on a man's lap. She keeps me always ready to be accessed by a man or her.
"He's going to love this. I know he is."
The doorbell rings. She looks quickly into my eyes.
"You remember what happens to bad sissy boys! You think about that! You be on your best behavior little boy!"
She puts her phone back on the table and walks to her front door. Opening it, a man walks in dressed in a very expensive and well-tailored business suit. He's tall, well-groomed and obviously muscled. He is all alpha male and it shows. I feel my face flush slightly red as I struggle not to look to the floor. I look at him with the most submissive eyes. I try to give him the submissive look I can hopefully put on my face.
I'm being offered for the first time to a man my mother met online. I've been with two of her business associates but she's 'expanding', as she calls it. She no offers my 'services' to men on a site she created 'just for you, baby doll', as she reminds me. I have not been allowed to see it. She controls all of it.
He politely shakes her extended hand, bends and kisses it. He straightens and looks at me over her shoulder.
"Oh my, my, my. You were absolutely right. He's perfect. Much better than the pictures you showed me online."
He has a slight Spanish accent. He's tall, well built and obviously interested in me.
"Come in and meet your new little girl."
My mother beams, smiles and sparkles as she leads him into the room I stand in the middle of.
"Please sit. There's plenty of time to get to know this little one and what he'll do for you."
He sits and stares at me. I feel his eyes look me up and down. I see the slight bulge start to grow in his pants. He takes the glass of wine offered him by my Mother. She sits in the chair to his right.
"Well, your first impression? Did the pictures I sent you show my little off properly?"
She sips her wine, smiles at him over the top of her wine glass. His eyes are fixed on me.
"I think I'm in love."
He laughs, reaches over and places his large hand on my mother's hand.
She laughs, giggles that girlish laugh she does when delighted with my sissy status displayed in front of her.
"I told you you'd love him. I know what men like you want, don't I? When I saw your profile online I knew you'd like my little boy."
"Darling turn around and show the nice man that cute little preciously tight rear end of yours. Be a good boy, won't you?"
She purrs to me in her best little girl voice. I carefully turn as taught to by her. Many hours with her riding crop in hand, her teaching me to model and exhibit myself. I mince so as not to crimp the lace panties dangling on my shoe tops. I very slightly arch my back and push my butt out toward him.
"He's beautiful. Absolutely darling and adorable!"
He sips his wine.
"He has the butt of a young girl. He really does."
"I know. And I work him hard to keep it that way. You are going to love his little hole. Not being a man I wouldn't know but I've been told by the other select men I offer him too that he is so tight it's better than any woman they've ever been with. I guess I should be jealous of that."
They both laugh. My mother stands and looks down at this man.
"I'm going to leave the two of you to get acquainted. You don't need me in the way of this soon to be wonderful first date."