I am the queen of forced sissy training. I like all my bitches pretty, makeup done, hair styled, and always ready to serve. And you? You were the newest addition to my collection.
I could see you on your knees, your pathetic little dick hard and leaking. I didn’t even need to be there; I could hear the desperation in your voice, the need to please. I told you what to do, how to stroke yourself, how deep to take it in your throat. And you listened, moaning and gagging around the cock that filled your mouth.
My bitches are trained well, and you were no exception. You swallowed like a pro, the thick cock sliding down your throat with ease. I laughed, the sound cruel and cold. “You’re such a good little sissy,” I taunted. “I can’t wait to see you in a dress, your cunt stuffed full of my cock.” And you whimpered, cum dripping from your chin, already imagining it.