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Sissy girl training teaches you to blow the right way

Sissy girl training, my dear, you want to learn the art of pleasing a hot, fleshy cock. You know the thing you don’t have between your legs, but you’re constantly drooling for them. Mommy knows what her little sluts need.

Hardcore discipline and a cum stained face.Sissy girl training

It all begins with a clear understanding of the orders you receive. Your Mistress dictates every move, and it’s your sacred duty as a sissy to follow my commands without hesitation.

So, the moment those authoritative words leave my mouth, your body should spring into action, like a well-oiled machine.

I do remember the day you came to me, begging me to teach you how to suck cock. And I told you learning how to blow the right way takes dedication, didn’t I?

So don’t be surprised when you have two fat cocks down your throat. See, Mommy is trying to destroy your gag reflex. If I want to pimp you out, I need to get your throat nice and wide for all the black cocks you will taste.

I’ll be there to hold your hair back. I’ll be guiding your head into the perfect position. You’ll try to lift your head, since it will be so hard to breathe with cock in your mouth. But I won’t let you.

Don’t disappoint your Phone dominatrix! Mommy wants to hear you gag and choke on cock, and right before you pass out from lack of oxygen, that’s when I’ll give you a little break.

All my boyfriends love making a bimbo slut like you, crying from choking on dick. That discomfort and shame have to be earned before you truly become one of my sissy sluts. Understand that all of your holes will be met with brutal force so that you can be fucked into a proper bitch.

Online Sissy Training with Zuri Asserting Authority of Power

Online Sissy Training

I don’t ease into control… I establish it the moment you answer my call. Online Sissy Training under my authority begins with attention, posture, and respect, and you learn fast because hesitation has consequences.

“Sit still,” I tell one of my sissy boys, the one that’s wearing the pink panties, my voice low and exact. I can hear the shift on the other end, the quick breath as he obeys. I don’t need visuals to know when compliance lands; the tone changes, the rhythm steadies.

That’s when I speak again, slower. “You address me properly.” 

“Yes, mistress Zuri,” he says, soft but certain, like he’s been waiting all day to get it right. Good. That’s the sound I reward.

I train through pressure, not chaos. Every instruction is deliberate. How you listen. How you respond. How you accept corrections without trying to explain yourself. I cut through excuses with silence, then a single command that leaves no room for interpretation. When you follow it cleanly, I let the pause linger so you feel the approval settle.

I remind him that obedience isn’t about weakness; it’s about precision. I tell him to breathe when I say breathe, to speak only when addressed, to hold focus even when his thoughts start to wander. He tries to rush once, eager to please. I stopped him immediately. “Not yet.” Control means waiting until I decide the timing.

My authority sharpens you. I correct posture with words. I enforce routines that train your mind before your body ever reacts. You learn to anticipate expectations, to check yourself before I have to. That’s progress, and I don’t hand it out freely.

He asks if he’s doing well. I don’t answer right away as I forcefully peg him from behind as he moans loudly like a little bitch. Power lives in restraint. When I finally speak, it’s calm, confident, and final. “You’re learning because you’re listening.”

That’s the exchange… command, compliance, adjustment. No confusion. No bargaining. Just structure you didn’t know you were missing until I claimed it. When the call ends, you’re steadier, quieter, and fully aware of who set the rules.

Authority doesn’t need to announce itself. It’s felt. The more commands I give you, the better off you’ll be, and more prepared for the real world. This training will keep you addicted to my structure. And when you train with me, you feel it every time you say my name.

 

The Best Sissy Trainer for Black Cock Faggots is Me a BBC Slut

best sissy trainerI am the best sissy trainer for black cock faggots. My big posse of black bulls never minds fucking some little white sissy ass to help him learn how to suck a big black cock. The day after New Year’s, I decided to host a little sissy party for my black cock faggots that live locally.

I made everybody sign NDA’s. You’d be surprised how many black cock faggots exist in this world. And I’m sure they’re not who you think. Some of the BBC sissies in my hometown include some high-powered and well-known individuals. I don’t need to protect my black bulls, but I do need to protect my sissies.

So, I hosted six black bulls and five sissy beta boys. And I let my sissies finally get some real big black cock. Although I trained them for this moment, some sissies never get the real thing. And I doubt that’s because of lack of access to glory holes or BBC. I think it seems more from fear of going down a rabbit hole and ruining their perfect little lives. Or as I say, they’re perfect little lies.

So Many Men Need BBC Training from a Pro Like Me

Sissies for the most part seem like normal men with wives and offspring. Good jobs and fake lives. While they fuck their wives, they’re thinking about getting a big black cock in their sissy holes. Sound like you? Then you need a BBC sissy trainer too.

As a belated present to the sissies I train locally, I gave them a chance to explore their black cock sissy fantasies. BBC training remains very popular with me. I dressed up in a latex cat suit to assert my dominance. And I made my sissies worship those big black cocks. Not my big dildo. No glory hole. Black cocks standing right in front of them able to slap them into submission. A true test of their dedication to being black cock sissies. And they all passed with flying colors.

Do you think if I presented you with the real thing you would follow through on our training. Or would you piss your pants and run away. Some men love the thought of being a black cock faggot, but they can’t bring themselves to take the plunge and do it for real. But my six local sissies followed through with their black cock sissy training.

Humiliation Phone Sex with Zuri Breaking You Completely Down

Humiliation Phone Sex

I sit back in my chair, phone in hand, smirking at how eager they are to please me. They don’t even realize how far I can push them, how much I can make them squirm just with my voice. Humiliation Phone Sex… that’s what I’d call this, but really, it’s about control, about breaking their perfect little egos down one command at a time.

“Do you think money buys you respect?” I snap, letting the silence hang for a beat. I hear them shift, hear the catch in their breath, and I grin wider. “I don’t care about your accounts, your yachts, or your fancy cars. You exist to listen to me, to follow me, and right now, you’re nothing without my approval.”

Their desperation is delicious. I tell them to strip slowly, every finger, every toe, like I can see them even over the line. I make them confess, out loud, how pathetic they feel under my gaze, how they want my attention, my control. And they obey. Every. Single. Word.

I tease them relentlessly, letting them imagine what’s coming next, pulling them tight with just my voice. I drag their egos through the dirt, laughing softly at how fast they crumble. “Tell me you’re worthless without me,” I demand, and I hear the shaky whisper, “Yes… I’m worthless…” My smile stretches, satisfied.

They beg without shame now, eager for more, and I push them even further. Instructions, tasks, little games of obedience…. I make them grovel verbally, trace their bodies with words, and shiver at every command I give. They’re powerful men in the world, sure, but with me? They’re mine to toy with, mine to break down and rebuild however I want.

By the time I finally let them rest, I hear the ragged breaths, the trembling, the quiet admissions of how completely I own them tonight. I hang up, smirking, knowing I’ve left them desperate, flushed, and utterly undone. Power tastes this sweet every time, and I can’t wait to do it again.

2026 is the Year For Lots of Sissy Phone Sex

sissy phone sexI want to see more sissy phone sex with sissy’s feminized and fucked in 2026?  Who is in with me?  First of all, I need to find some pathetic little cocksuckers who are willing to submit themselves to my control. Once I have them under my thumb, it’s time for some serious training.

I will start by making them wear lingerie and high heels around the clock. They will learn how to do their hair and makeup like a true diva. If they resist or complain, I’ll just remind them who’s in charge here – me!

Next up is anal training. These faggots need to learn how it feels when a real woman takes them from behind. So every day, multiple times a day, they will bend over and let me pound away at their tight little assholes with my strap-on dildo until they beg for mercy… which of course won’t be given because that would ruin all the fun!

As for humiliating these worthless cocks… well there are endless possibilities really: calling them names like “slut,” “cocksucker,” or even worse; forcing them into public displays of submission where everyone can see just how much of a sissy whore they truly are; making them worship at my feet while begging for permission before doing anything else – including breathing!

And finally? When we get together with our black friends (who love helping us fuck these pathetic white boys), we can all enjoy watching these sissies take turns getting double-penetrated by two huge black cocks.

…while I sit back and watch with a smug smile on my face, knowing that these faggots are nothing more than playthings for me to use as I please. Of course, they’ll think it’s all about them being “trained” or “transformed,” but really it’s just an excuse for me to live out my most depraved fantasies at their expense.

And when we tire of using them sexually? Well then maybe we can find some other way to humiliate them – like making one wear a diaper while another wipes his ass clean after he takes a shit… now THAT would be truly satisfying!

Forced Feminization Zuri Dominates Men With Absolute Control

Forced Feminization

They’re already kneeling when I enter, shoulders stiff, voices trembling, money and ego stripped the moment they crossed into my space. I don’t rush them. Forced Feminization settles in during the silence, when their need starts leaking out before I’ve said a word.

“Please,” one of them blurts, voice cracking. “Zuri… I don’t want to be like this anymore.”

I stop in front of him. “Like what?” I ask coolly.

“A man,” he breathes, eyes glossy. “I want to be soft. I want you to make me… feminine.”

I smile, slow and dangerous. “Beg properly.”

Another one leans forward, desperation spilling out. “We’ll do anything. Dresses, manners, obedience… tell us how to be women for you.”

They’re rich, white men who’ve never begged anyone for a thing, and now they can’t stop. They interrupt each other, voices overlapping, pleading to be corrected, shaped, owned. I raise my hand and the room snaps silent.

“One at a time,” I command. “Women don’t talk over their superior.”

“Yes, Zuri,” they whisper in unison.

I circle them, heels clicking, listening as they confess what they want stripped away. Their titles. Their dominance. Their right to decide. When one says, “I want you to erase the man in me,” I stop behind him.

“You don’t get erased,” I say. “You get redesigned.”

He shudders. “Please… teach me how to be pretty. How to behave. I don’t want to think anymore.”

Another reaches for my leg without permission. I tap his hand away with my toe. “Did I say you could touch?”
“No,” he whimpers.
“Then ask. Women ask.”

“Please, Zuri,” he says quickly. “May I serve you as the woman you want me to be?”

That’s better.

I correct their posture, their words, their tone. Every time they slip into confidence, I shut it down. Every time they beg properly, I reward them with approval that makes them melt. They thank me for humiliating them, for controlling them, for taking away the pressure of being men.

By the end, they’re not arguing or posturing. They’re pleading… soft, eager, obedient… waiting for me to tell them who they are now. And I do, calmly, decisively.

Because once they beg to become women for me, there’s no power left to take. It’s already mine.

Online Sissy Training is Your Christmas Gift to Yourself!

online sissy trainingOnline sissy training begins now. Welcome to the sissy slut hut. We take care of you here. And we cater to those feminine desires you crave. Perhaps you just want to wear lingerie. Or maybe you want to wear a lingerie and learn how to suck cock. Maybe you just want to service me and be my sissy maid. I have a knack for turning bad boys pretending to be Alpha boys into the best sissies they can be.

Perhaps you could consider this your Christmas treat. With me you can be yourself. With me you can explore those naughty desires you have like wearing your wife’s panties and sucking on her dildo. Or maybe even taking a man cock or a she cock. Both are nice and I can help you suck them. With me you never need to pretend to be somebody you’re not.

I went shopping to Victoria’s Secret right before Christmas looking for some sexy red lingerie. A little gift to myself. And I saw this guy looking at all the pretty things in the store. The average person probably thought he went there to pick out something for Christmas for his wife. But I knew that look. He had a wide-eyed wonderment of a fat brat in a candy store. He wanted to try on everything. But he wanted to try everything for himself not his wife.

Do You Want to Be a Sissy Gurl for 2026?

So, I introduced myself to him. And I let him know that it was OK to buy himself something pretty. He turned around and looked at me stunned at the suggestion. But he wasn’t angry just shocked. However, he wondered how many other people knew his secret. And that’s when I told him I am a sissy trainer. And that I put men like him in sissy panties.

I gave him my address, and he met me at home. And he enjoyed my sissy closet. But then so does everybody. It’s the first place I start with any sissy. I think it’s important for a sissy to pick out something pretty for themselves.

He appeared amazed at my collection of lingerie. Some women have a shoe closet. I have a vintage lingerie closet. And I organize things by color, so this closet literally looks like a rainbow. But it’s a sissy’s fun house. I found it amazing to see him blossom like that, looking at everything and trying everything on. He settled on this dusty pink long nightgown from the 70s. And it came with a matching pair of pink panties. My new friend transformed wearing that silky night gown. He loved the way it felt on his skin.

This Sissy Trainer Will Teach You How to Suck Cock and Look Pretty

So, I made him keep that on the entire time he hung out at my place. This was an informal first session. But I know Peter felt alive and sexy in silky lingerie. I don’t know how anybody could think of him as an alpha male though. I saw right through him. And now that I’ve seen Peter in my sexy lingerie, I don’t know that I can see him any other way.

However, it felt like we met for a reason. And that reason we discovered in my sissy closet. Everything he tried on looked spectacular on him. But more importantly it changed his way of thinking. He started to embrace the feminine side of himself.

He wanted to go further. So, I told him I would take him on as a client. A Christmas gift to himself. He can come over anytime, play in my sissy closet and learn how to be a good little beta bitch boy from a sissy trainer, and a phone dominatrix. Perhaps you’re ready to explore your sissy side too in the new year. There are many different types of sissies. So let me help you figure out what kind of sissy you are in the new year.

Sissy panties stay on when I am plowing your ass

Sissy panties cling to your ass as I ram my thick strap-on deep inside you, my movements brutal and unforgiving. You squirm and moan beneath me, pathetic in your desperation.

Yet, I pity your confusion. You think this is forced, that I’m somehow manipulating you into the submissive sissy whore. But I know better.

This is fate, you dumb slut, your true purpose as a feminized sex toy. I am merely the instrument of your destiny.Sissy panties

Before I pound into your desperate hole, I’ll rip off your man costume that hides your proper form. Beneath it, I’ll find a trembling, needy sissy, aching to be dressed in frilly lingerie and made into a proper fucktoy. And so I strip you bare, exposing the soft, feminine skin and curves that were always meant to be displayed for my pleasure.

I fill you with my giant strap-on, the thick rubber stretching your ass open as I ride you hard and fast. Your moans of ecstasy are music to my ears, confirming that you were always meant to be a slut for strap-ons like mine. I’ll use them all on you, each one a reminder of your place as a feminized sissy whore at my mercy.

Your panties might stay on, as I claim your hole, but they do nothing to hide the truth – you’re a filthy slut, and you love it. I’ll dress you in more of those flimsy panties, along with pigtails, garters, and a tight silk corset, until you’re unrecognizable as anything but a professionally trained sissy fucktoy.

And when I’m done with you, you’ll know without a doubt that it was always meant to be this way. Your slutty sissy hole will be drenched in thick cum, and the irreversible Forced feminization will define you forever. Thanks to me you drown in cum!

Sissy Panties For My Sissy Bitch

Sissy pantiesSissy panties covering your ass makes you feel like a slut. You feel so sexy as you go about your day, running your errands shopping and feeling pretty, nobody knows that underneath your clothes you have on a pair of silky satin thongs, the material against your cock and balls give you a raging hard on. 

It’s a part of you becoming one of my pets, first i make you dress in sexy lingerie under your clothes, leading up to you being fully dressed like a sexy slut for your Mistress. 

The first night of you being mine I am gonna make you all pretty, take you to a bar or lounge and make you get as many straight guys as you can to buy you drinks and fuck your tight little pussy, right in the bathroom. 

I want to pimp that bussy out to all the fellas, I can’t wait to watch them rail that tight fucking hole. You are going to take so many big black dicks for me your hole will be stretched out gaping and full of cum. 

When you get home your sister slaves will clean you all up with their tongues and get you all cleaned up, I am sure you will enjoy that, once your all clean and fresh I will be in your room to tuck you in and give you a little treat. 

Sissy Panties Zuri Makes You Wear Them and Follow Her Orders

Sissy Panties“Sit still and listen to me,” I say firmly, my voice calm but demanding. Sissy Panties are exactly what I told you to put on, and you know better than to question me. I don’t repeat myself, and I don’t tolerate hesitation.

I love the way you pause before answering, that little moment where you’re deciding whether to obey or disappoint me. You always choose right in the end. You always do what I say. That’s why you’re here.

“You’re not wearing them for comfort,” I continue, slow and deliberate. “You’re wearing them because I told you to. Because I like reminding you who’s in control.” I smile, already knowing how flustered you are, how exposed you feel just following my instructions.

I tell you to stand up straight, shoulders back, hands where I can see them. I correct you when you move too fast or too slow. Every adjustment is another reminder that I’m watching, listening, deciding what comes next.

“You exist to follow orders,” I say smoothly. “Not to rush, not to think ahead… just to obey.” I let the silence stretch until I hear your breath change, until I know you’re focused on nothing but my voice.

I tease you for how eager you sound, for how easily you give in. I enjoy dragging it out, keeping you right where I want you… waiting, wanting, completely aware that I’m the one setting the rules.

By the time I finish giving instructions, you’re exactly how I like you: attentive, submissive, and ready for whatever I decide next. I don’t need to raise my voice or repeat myself. You already know.

“Good,” I say calmly. “Stay like that. You’re doing exactly what you’re meant to do.”