Sissy Girl Training: My Most Devoted Slave

 Sissy girl trainingI’m your Mistress, and you’re nothing but a pathetic sissy girl, begging for my attention. You come to me, eager to be trained, to be made into the perfect little slut. And I oblige, because that’s what a good Mistress does for her favorite sissy.

You kneel before me, your eyes downcast, your body trembling with desire. I reach out, grasping your chin and forcing you to look up at me. “You want to be my sissy girl, don’t you?” I ask, my voice dripping with dominance. You nod eagerly, your cock already straining against the confines of your panties.

I guide you to the couch, pushing you down onto your knees. You’re so fucking eager, like a dog waiting for a treat. I unzip my skirt, revealing my lacy panties and the wet heat of my cunt. “Now be a good sissy and lick your Mistress,” I command. You comply without hesitation, your tongue darting out to taste me. I moan, feeling your warm breath against my skin, your tongue working its magic on my clit.

“Fuck, you’re doing so good,” I praise, running my fingers through your hair. You suck and lick me like your life depends on it, and I can’t help but grind against your face. “Keep going, my little sissy,” I moan, feeling the wave of orgasm building within me. And then, it hits me, a tidal wave of pleasure that leaves me gasping and trembling. I pull you up, pressing my lips against yours in a messy, passionate kiss. “You’re such a good sissy girl,” I whisper, my hand reaching down to stroke your throbbing cock.

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