Oh, you little faggot. You think you can just resist my training? I’ll show you who’s in charge here. First things first, let me see that pathetic excuse for a cock of yours. Untuck your shirt and show it to me!
*I untuck my shirt revealing my small penis*
That’s better. Now bend over and spread your legs wide open so I can get a good look at your asshole. It needs some serious training if it’s going to be ready for the big black dicks I have planned for you later tonight.
*I do as she says feeling extremely humiliated*
Good boy! Now start sucking on this dildo like the worthless cocksucker you are while I find some lingerie that will fit your tiny frame perfectly. Your job is to make sure every inch of this room smells like cum by the time we’re done here today, understand?
Yes Mistress Peace… *I take the dildo into my mouth and begin sucking on it eagerly*
That’s it, you little slut. You better get used to this feeling because once I’m done with you, there won’t be any going back. Your life will revolve around pleasing me and my friends in the most degrading ways possible.
*I continue sucking on the dildo as she rummages through her lingerie drawer*
Oh, I think I found something perfect for your pathetic excuse for a body. Look at these lacy panties! They’ll hug your ass cheeks just right while showing off that tiny cock of yours when we go out clubbing later tonight.
As if reading my mind, she pulls out a pair of high heels and hands them to me saying “Put these on too.” Feeling completely humiliated but also aroused by the thought of dressing up as a woman for her amusement, I obey her command without hesitation.
Once both items are secured onto my body (the panties riding up my crack and revealing how small my penis really is), she grabs a brush and starts running it through my hair aggressively while muttering under her breath about how much work she has ahead of her turning me into an acceptable sissy faggot for public consumption later tonight at the club where all our black friends await us eagerly…