Shorts and t-shirt

I decide there's no way I'd be able to walk in those pants without using both hands to hold the legs up. Looking in the mirror I see my face and am only able to see just the barest trace of masculinity and in a probably vain attempt to preserve it decide to wear the t-shirt. I undo the blouse I'm wearing and despite the temptation to toss it aside I fold it. Sliding the shorts on was rather easy it seems the original owner was about the same size I am now, the problem comes from the fact that it wasn't designed for someone with a almost foot long dick. My options were either to let it hand out the bottom or have it be held up by the high waist-band of the shorts. I chose to keep it in the waist band as it peaks out. Luckily the shirt covered up my peaking cock, but unfortunately it was meant for someone larger that I am now so it hangs down more like a dress. I stare at myself in the mirror till I realize I can hear David pant and turn to see him desperately masturbating as he stares at my ass peaking out from the bottom of the shirt.

II hear a voice in my head telling me to get down and let him fuck me as that's my place another voice tells me I should fuck him since he's so horny and since I'm the one with an actual cock. The loudest voice is screaming that he's a bad bitch and mistress should punish him. At the thought I feel my cock start to go hard pushing on my waistband.