Thanksgiving Aftermath: Is When It Begins With His New Domme

When The Fun Begins

It always ends the same way Thanksgiving aftermath: too much food, too many stories, and not enough quiet moments for me to stretch back into my own skin. By the time the dishes are washed, accompanied by the last of the laughter, I feel that familiar shift. That moment when all of the holiday masks fall off and the true nature of my being can finally surface.

There I was, sitting in the La-Z-Boy while rubbing my fullish belly. The house was warm, which made me even more relaxed. After resting for a while, I got up and walked through the quiet house like a queen. I overheard soft gossip from family that brought a gleam to my eyes Thanksgiving aftermath. My cousin’s husband apparently has a ting cock. She admitted to mu aunt how she had to sneak around to get sexual satisfaction.

I Giggled As I Walked Away, Thinking of the Thanksgiving Aftermath

I sat, watching her husband. He is this skittish, trying too hard to blend in with the furniture, simp. He carries this quiet kind of energy that makes one lurk. It’s as if he has cultivated the energy that begs for guidance. He is the exact type of “man” that avoids his own reflection because he doesn’t want to see those insecurities of his staring back at him Thanksgiving aftermath.

Seeing this show amused me in a way that brings my best side out. Don’t worry. I had the sense, the urge rather of knowing a sissy was Thanksgiving aftermath. Almost immediately after I saw him, he saw me. I swear I watched his knees almost buckle. I mingled with the lingering family. Slowly make my way toward him. Once I came close enough to stare him in the eyes, he caved. His eyes fluttered as I stood close and made small talk.

That tiny shift in his posture told me everything I needed to know. With every reaction to me, it affirmed what I overheard. He, nor any other sub, can hide their sissy nature away from a true dom. He did try to walk away. That was funny and cute. But it was like he was fused to the ground as the family started to leave the room Thanksgiving aftermath.

There’s Always Later

When the house fell silent and everyone was either gone or sleeping, the fun began. I found him again on the back porch. He looked so lost in his flannel and jeans. He was just a pathetic man adrift in life. As I stood in front of him, his frame fell more slump. As he looked up again I saw it. He knew that I knew Thanksgiving aftermath.

He fell to his knees as his breath went heavy. Telling me that he wasn’t worthy of looking into my amazing eyes. He confessed that his wife loved telling everyone of his shortcomings and he knew that I KNEW what he was. After he released everything and had the nerve to gaze up at me I laughed. I laughed a full belly laugh that felt so good.

Turning Sad Sacks In This Thanksgiving Aftermath

It started after I finished laughing. I looked into his begging eyes and decided to train him. Hell, I need to make him good at something. As I walked into the house and down the hallway, he followed. Knees only. Sissies like him could read the room so well. No he wasn’t going to walk upright. He isn’t worth that. He crawled. Then he sat. He listened while on that short walk. Everything changed once he entered the room.

I know that you want to know how his eyes grew once he saw it. Don’t worry I can tell you everything. Or will you stay tuned for the next part? Don’t be afraid to sit in my confession chair.

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