Sissy Training Is Only Had If I Make It Hard

Sissy Training Is Only Hard If I Make It Hard

Look at you, whimpering in those cheap lace panties. Your cock looks so pathetic, twitching and desperate while I keep you denied. You aren’t a man anymore; you’re just my little dress-up doll.

I slide my heel into your mouth, tasting your submission while I reach down to squeeze your balls. You moan, but I don’t want your pleasure—I want your obedience. I shove a thick, vibrating plug deep into your tight ass, stretching your hole wide. You gasp, your eyes rolling back as the vibration rattles your prostate.

Now, get on your knees. I want you to suck my toes while I describe exactly how useless your manhood is. You’re nothing but a hole for my amusement. I pull out my strap-on, the thick silicone head glistening, and slam it into your leaking pussy-hole without warning.

Thwack.

You scream, but I just laugh, riding you hard, driving that fake cock deep into your guts. I fuck you like the slut you are, grinding my hips against your trembling thighs. “Good girl,” I whisper, my voice calm and cold. “Take it all, you worthless sissy.”

I keep pounding you until you’re sobbing, your fake breasts bouncing, completely broken and owned. Now, lick my boots clean.

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