There’s a wicked thrill in molding a man into a deliciously depraved sissy phone sex slut!
And I’ve got just the toy to play with. Meet Ryan*, a shy office worker with a lean, wiry frame, and nervous hazel eyes that flicker with curiosity.
Today, he’s standing in my dimly lit bedroom, the air heavy with the scent of lavender candles and anticipation. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of my lacy pink panties, the fabric stretched tight over his growing bulge, contrasting sharply with his otherwise rugged build.
His cheeks are flushed, and his hands fidget at his sides, unsure whether to cover himself or submit fully to my gaze.I’m perched on the edge of my black satin-sheeted bed, dressed in a leather corset that cinches my waist and pushes up my curves, paired with thigh-high boots that click menacingly as I stand. My crimson nails tap against a riding crop, and I can see Ryan’s breath hitch as I smirk. “Look at you, already hard in my pretty little panties,” I purr, circling him like a predator.
Sissy phone sex Ryan writes a tribute to me about our session!
The room hums with tension, the faint sound of his shaky exhales mixing with the distant hum of the city outside.“Get on your knees, slut,” I command, my voice low and firm. He hesitates for a split second before dropping down, the carpet rough against his bare legs. I step closer, tilting his chin up with the tip of my crop. “You’re gonna learn to love being my dirty little toy, aren’t you?” I tease, watching his eyes widen with a mix of shame and excitement.
I lean down, my breath hot against his ear. “Beg for it. Tell me how much you wanna be my filthy bitch. Yoou know you live for my Forced sissy training! ” His lips tremble, but I know he’s aching to obey. The power surges through me, electric and raw, as I wait for his surrender. The panties strain against him, a humiliating reminder of his new role.I trace the crop along his jaw, down his neck, watching his Adam’s apple bob nervously. “Speak, slut. Don’t keep your mistress waiting,” I growl, my tone dripping with authority. The flickering candlelight dances on his skin, highlighting every twitch of submission. I can smell the faint musk of his arousal, mingling with the floral notes around us.“P-please, Mistress,” he stammers, voice barely above a whisper.
“Make me… make me your filthy bitch.” The words tumble out, clumsy but desperate, and I can’t help but grin. My fingers grip his hair, pulling his head back as I inspect my prize. The panties are damp now, a dark spot forming where his need betrays him. “Good boy,” I coo, dragging the crop down his chest, teasing at the waistband of the lace. “Let’s see how much of a slut you can be for me tonight.” I step back, pointing to the bed with a wicked glint in my eye. “Crawl over there and spread those legs. Show me everything.”The atmosphere thickens as he obeys, the soft thud of his knees on the floor echoing in the quiet room. I can hear the rustle of the satin sheets as he positions himself, vulnerable and exposed. My boots click ominously as I approach, ready to break him in.
I hover over him, my shadow falling across his trembling form. “You’re mine to play with now, slut. Let’s have some fun,” I murmur, my voice a dangerous promise. The night is young, and I’ve got plans to make him beg, whimper, and crave every command.
*names have been changed to protect my sissy slut*
Oh, the pathetic little sissy, Sasha, how he loves to be at my mercy, begging for attention like a good little slut. I own this weak creature, and his humiliation is my ultimate pleasure. He’s a puppet on my strings, and I love to watch him dance.
