Caitlin and Mistress Vicky

"...Good girl, that was just what I needed." my wife said tiredly.

I stood up and curtsied for her.

"Mistress Vicky, may I fix my make-up?" I said subserviently.

"You may." she said, sighing contendedly.

I scurried to the bathroom. I had to make myself presentable but I wanted to return quickly before her good mood had a chance to disappear. My clitty had been trying to swell the entire time. Though it couldn't, I could feel a steady drip of precum collecting in my panties.

Incredibly horny, I tried to soothe myself with words while reapplying my mascara.

"It's okay, you'll get out soon, I know it!" I said, delicately applying volumizer to my eyelashes.

After reapplying my blush, lipstick and eyeliner, I was made-up properly again and returned to the living room. My wife had pulled her panties back up and sitting in her chair normally now. I sank down near her feet and began my attempt.

"Mistress Vicky, may I ask for a favor?" I began.

"Oh, what could this be about?" she said, smiling knowingly.

"May I please please cum Mistress Vicky? It's been three weeks and I've been a good sissy girl so far, really!" I begged, clasping my hands in front of me and making my eyes as big as I could.

"Hmmmmm." she said, putting a finger on her chin, well aware of how torturous her delayed decision was for me.

Though my desperation for an orgasm was clouding my judgment, I was confident that she would say yes. Like any good woman in a position of authority she knew to reward good behavior and punish bad. I had been studiously pleasing her all week and didn't give her any cause to punish me.

"Well..." she said, dragging it out. "...I suppose so."

I gave an involuntary squeal that she laughed at. Though I really wanted to begin, I knew that it would only procede at her pace.

She stood up and beckoned me to follow her. I did, fairly bouncing with anticipation. My wife went into the bedroom with me close by her heels. She went to the box of latex gloves on the dresser.