I don’t do introductions; I do submissions. My new toy was already shaking, stripped bare and kneeling on the cold floor of my studio. I stepped into his line of sight, the sharp clack of my six-inch stiletto heels echoing like a gunshot. I was poured into a skin-tight black leather corset that pushed my breasts up and a mini-skirt that barely covered my ass. I looked down at him, my eyes cold, while he stared up at my towering heels with a mix of terror and hunger.
“Look at them,” I commanded, my voice a low growl. I pressed the pointed tip of my heel right into the center of his chest, pushing him back until he hit the wall. I could feel his heart hammering against the leather sole. I didn’t give him a second to breathe before I slid the heel down, dragging the sharp point across his ribs and stopping right at the waistband of his dignity.
I reached down, grabbing his chin and forcing him to look at me. “You aren’t a man in here. You’re just a piece of meat for me to mold.” I shifted my weight, grinding the heel of my shoe directly into his soft groin. He let out a choked gasp, his eyes rolling back. I didn’t stop; I twisted the heel, applying just enough pressure to make him whimper. I loved that sound—the sound of a man realizing he no longer owned his own body. I leaned in, the scent of my leather gear filling his nostrils, and whispered, “By the time I’m done, you’ll beg to be my little sissy.”







Being a BBC Sissy trainer who loves making sissy’s dress up as hot sissy women is my passion. Going all out of course because that is what makes those BBCs get hard and ready to fuck. They love a hot sissy dressed to the 9s. The panties to start off, nice and silky. The kind that show off that ass and make it fuckable. A bra to make you look more feminine. The sexy lingerie that make those BBCs get all worked up. A wig? Sure. Makes you look more slutty. The makeup. The high heels and of course the stockings.













