Moooooooooo! Part two

Part one is here.

It’s hilarious – absolutely so.

Waking up in the morning, I’m in cackles already thinking of sissy mooing, kind of like “calling coals” as it were – hehe.

Mooooooo!

And as I double up in laughter again, I find myself saying it too- leading the bitch along, teaching her to perfect that moo to feminine perfection! Hehe.

It’s absolutely hilarious. I once said it in public cackling away, the girl next time me was like “wtf”.

I had to explain how I dominate sissies completely and expertly, which took some doing but I enjoyed it. She giggled all throughout and asked me what else I made this particular sissy do. I told her.

And then of course enjoyed her big tits in bed. Hehe .

More pertinently tho – every time I say, or think it?

Something STIRS deeply in sissys subconscious mind.

Something.

Like a SUBLIMINAL calling noone can begin to resist.

The CALL of the wild, untamed, always out there, ready to POUNCE ..

Moooooooooo!

She can’t put her finger on it.

But it’s powerful, all attracting – and she finds herself DRAWN to the moo despite making a conscious decision not to be, a beacon amidst the madness out there, like a long lost lover beckoning almost, from afar.

The thoughts span across continents, almost!

I can feel her stirring NOW. Not the nasty loins – hehe. But the devious dirty perverted MIND.

An analogy here?

During my travels to India, I often pass what passes for liqor stores there.

All my life people have questioned why I “only drink light beer”.

I’m so stuck on the “light” part of it that I wouldn’t drink anything else if you gave it to me on a platter. Includes Johnny Walker and all the well known brands …

Has nothing to do with fitness, the silly misconceptions about “whiskey is worse than beer health wise” and other crap (alcohol is alcohol period).

Cigarette wise, I’ll smoke most brands which people don’t understand again.

But beer?

It’s light or nothing.

For whatever reason I cannot ever in India find any of the decent light beer brands I love. As of late, “all out of stock” apparently. India still has these antiquated “English wine and beer shops” where they hand you your grog literally from behind bars – hehe. Another leftover from the British Raj apparently that noone ever wanted to change.

In Hindi it’s called “theka”. I cannot quite find the right English translation for it.

It’s funny – I’d rather prefer China with 24/7/365 delivery as opposed to these “thekas” which neither deliver nor seem to have what I’m looking for most of the time. Not to mention the annoyance of public transport in India (if you’ve tried it, you know what I’m talking about).

In China it is make a phone call, beers there within 10 min from a convenience store. Apparently even those are still a foreign concept in India, a supposed “world power”.

Or just walk in and get it as you normally would.

Yet it’s funny.

Every time I pass those annoying shops, something about them “draws” me to them – even though I might not even be drinking at that time. Hehe.

And I enter the “prisoners clamoring for grog” environment. Hehe. It’s hilarious, really, if you think about it…

Like a long lost lover, a beacon amongst the madness in India, it draws me in…

…..

Mooooooooooooooooooo!

The FOG overpowers her, all powerful and all consuming and she walks into the most, unsure, trepadatious, waiting for Master to LEAD the way to Paradise.

And there it rests. Hehe.

Anyway, Sissy confessions has plenty more than just mooing my friend. These are some of the hottest confessions ever made/known to sissy-kind – and its an absolute MUST to have on every sissy bookshelf.

Here’s the deal too –  I know a lot of y’all can’t get enough of me, love my products, study turn obsessively daily etc, and all that’s good – great!

THIS book?

You simply won’t be able to stop reading it, period.

It’s THAT hot.

It’ll be the only book you ever jerk, edge, wank, nipple wank – whatever it is. And that’s saying a lot considering all the material we have around her “drop dead stuff” as it were.

And it’s TRUE. It isn’t even one of our higher priced products, but again, it’s just that hot!! Sizzling like bacon on the pan…

So is the Serving an Indian Goddess series.

And that’s that.

Best

Mike Watson