I marched down stairs, where you will be the shot girl at my party. I take you in the back because you need a talking to, George my friend complained you keep forgetting to bring him a shot of Jack Daniels. I explain to you this cannot be tolerated, you will apologize to George. I place you on your knees and call George to the back. He towers over you as he is standing in front of you. Your face at his zipper, I say “Well ABDL Stacey, what do you have to say for yourself?” You say, “Sir, I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.” George laughs at you, “You are pathetic sissy.” I say, “Perhaps you should make it up to him sissy, he is way more of a man than you are. Sissy […]