Hermes retouched his lipstick and gave a tiny adjustment to his wig. Since becoming a man, he never felt more masculine than when in high-femme drag. He turned to his trembling client, maneuvering uncertainly on his size-11 heels.
"M-Mistress."
Hermes gave him a hard slap. "Don't ever call me that. I'm no woman! I'm twice the man you'll ever be! Call me Sir."
"Yes, Sir."
"Now beg me to fuck you."
"Please sir, please fuck me."
Hermes loved playing with his clients, Both of knew where this would end, but drawing it out was the fun of the game. His erection throbbed in his panties, and the client couldn't take his eyes off it.
An hour and a half later, after the client had gone, (leaving $250 in cash) Hermes was bathing in the afterglow of another magnificent male orgasm. His phone buzzed--it was a text from his girlfriend, formerly one of Hermione's butch pals. "I hope femboy is ready for the pegging of his life tonight!"
Hermes laughed. God, he loved being a man,