I love Femboy training where I can see you’re such a pathetic little sissy, aren’t you? Always trying to steal my panties and wear it like some sort of perverted fetish. It’s disgusting, really. But since you seem so eager to be my personal faggot, I might as well have some fun with you.
I walk over to the mirror and hold up one of your panties for everyone to see. “Look at this,” I say mockingly, “Isn’t it just adorable how desperate you are for a taste of femininity?” I then sniff them lightly before putting them on myself, making sure they cling tightly against my body.
Next up are your bras; lacy and delicate things that barely contain my ample breasts but still manage to look cute on me nonetheless. As I put them on over my own chest, I can feel the material rubbing against my nipples which only serves to arouse me further knowing that these were once yours – something belonging exclusively to another woman now being worn by me!
Now that I’m all dressed up in your lingerie (and looking quite stunning if I do say so myself), it’s time we head out into public where everyone can see just how much of a slutty faggot boyfriend you truly are! We go shopping together where people will laugh at how ridiculous we look together: The tall dominatrix striding confidently beside her tiny crossdressed sissy slave who is nothing more than an accessory at her side – hers alone!
Oh, don’t worry about that. You’ll get plenty of practice taking cocks up your ass soon enough. For now though, let’s focus on making sure you look the part.
As we walk through the mall together with me in your lingerie and high heels (which are surprisingly comfortable), I grab a dildo from my bag and hand it to you. “Here,” I say nonchalantly as if this is something normal people do every day, “Why don’t you try shoving this up there while we shop?”
You hesitate at first but eventually comply because after all – it is what your slutty girlfriend demands of her faggot boyfriend! As you struggle to insert the toy into yourself for everyone around us to see (and hear), I casually browse through some clothes without any concern for our public display of humiliation or degradation. It feels so good knowing that everyone can see just how much control I have over you! Oh, look at that! A real man coming over to say hello. How exciting for both of us. “Hey there,” I greet him with a sultry smile as he approaches, completely unaware of the scene unfolding before him.
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