Bitch Maker Part 3

"Alex bring me some juice." Sammie said, rolling over in bed and hugging her pillow.

"Yes mistress!" I replied, with enthusiasm.

I crawled out of bed and walked down the hall, on the way past Tim's room I looked in on him. He lay there silent, his cock trapped in it's new cage. Moving on I came to the kitchen, I went ahead and got my morning pill, and one for Tim later. There were two kinds of juice in the fridge, and I realized the type had not been specified! This led to a mini crisis of the parliament in my head as I debated the merits of grapes and oranges. In the end I decided that orange juice is more traditional and I poured 3 glasses of it.

I call that forward thinking!

Returning to the master bedroom I presented Sammie with the beverage, by which she was, I must say, most pleased. I sat on the bed next to her and she smiled at me, leaning in she placed her lips on mine while her hands caressed my chest and back.

"Today I want you to break Tim in some okay?" She said as our lips parted.

"Really? All me by myself?" I asked excitedly.

"Yeah you can do it." She answered. "Only hurt him a little," she yawned, "and keep him horny."

After she left I went in the bathroom, completely nude and examined myself in the mirror. Without clothes or makeup I look disturbingly male. Like a feminine teen boy with tits. Having a dick will do that.

"Ugh!" I muttered to myself and began to make myself up. Bright red lipstick was the first thing on, Sammie thinks that makes a women look sluttish, so I always start with it, from there I build around that. I went with a black red color scheme, dark panties and bra, a red miniskirt. I put on some heavy eyeliner and bright nail polish. I examined myself in the mirror. I looked like a slut, but not quite street whore, perfect in other words!

Leaving the bathroom I picked up the OJ and Tim's pill. I entered his room and greeted him with my best morning smile.