Door to door, I’ll shepherd my whores. This holiday season, we’re showing off the sissy bitches we keep in the castle. I want the entire kingdom to know how excellent and successful my forced sissification program is. If your husband, your sons, your brothers, are useless cucky beta bois, I have beds and fresh panties for them at the castle. I’ll teach them a lesson or two this year; for one, their place.
My sissy girls wear clit cages, panties, bralettes, stockings and garters, and elegant gowns, and heels. They wear wigs until their hair grows in, make up, and fake eyelashes. They are elegant whores, fine concubines usually only available to the Royal Family and our most esteemed guests. This year, however, I want to spread the holiday cheer.
They’ll ring the doorbells, and drop to their knees. Mouths open and tongues out, they’ll beg for the privilege of serving that lucky bloke answering the door. They’ll choke on those cocks; all of them! Big, fat, short, skinny, long, thin, dark, light, clean and dirty. They will drain the balls of the Kingdom this year, and the very thought of this extreme sissy training makes my Queenly cunt so fucking wet.