Category: Forced sissy training

Sissy Hypno Training with Zuri Submit to Your Young Goddess

Sissy Hypno TrainingSit up straight and fix your eyes on me, loser. I know you’ve been wandering around looking for a purpose, but your aimless days are officially over now that you’ve found your petite princess. Entering my Sissy Hypno Training is a privilege you haven’t even begun to earn yet, but I’m feeling just sweet enough to give you a chance to prove you can handle my commands. 

I might look small and cute, but I promise my heels will leave a much deeper mark on your ego than you’re prepared for. As your new trainer, I’m going to be stripping away every single masculine habit you’ve ever clung to. We’re starting with the basics: how you sit, how you breathe, and especially how you look at me. 

You’re going to learn to keep those knees together and those eyes downcast unless I tell you otherwise. I’m going to teach you the delicate art of being my perfect little shadow, and every time you hear the snap of my fingers, you’ll feel that familiar, tingly rush of submission flooding your brain. Don’t think for a second that my youth means I’m soft. I expect absolute, unwavering perfection. 

We’ll be spending hours on your new feminine habits, from the way you delicately apply your gloss to the specific, swaying rhythm of your walk. I want you to feel the weight of my expectations every time you dress yourself in the morning. If you aren’t thinking about how to please your young goddess with every breath you take, then you’re simply wasting my valuable time.

Let me make one thing very clear: I do not tolerate disrespect. Not a smirk, not a hesitation, and certainly not a “no.” If you step out of line, if you show even a flicker of that old, stubborn pride, I will kick you out of my program faster than you can beg for a second chance. 

There are a thousand other pathetic souls begging to take your spot at my feet, and I have no problem replacing you with someone more compliant. My program is for those who are truly ready to vanish into the identity I’ve crafted for them. 

Are you ready to let go? I want to see you sink into that blissful, hypnotizing fog where my voice is the only thing that matters. You’re going to love being my project, aren’t you? Just remember who holds the leash. Now, be a good little student and show me that you’re ready to submit to your new life.

Miss Remi wants to see you in your sissy panties

sissy panties

It’s looking more and more like I’m going to have to expose a certain bitch.

Don’t make me post the pictures that I have of you in those sissy panties, Matt.

I saved every last one of them.

There are pictures of you in glittery lipgloss, blowing kisses at the camera.

Your tiny prick looks really pathetic behind those little panties you’re wearing in one picture.

I warned you not to waste my time, playing around and being an indecisive bitch!

We both know what you are deep down so I don’t know why you keep playing around.

Might as well submit to your mistress and start your training.

You’ve already confessed to me how desperately you want to suck dick.

You want your mouth so full of creamy nut that it drips down your chin before you can swallow it.

Don’t even try to deny it because I have countless messages from you telling me what a secret fag you are.

It’s time for you to finally start listening to your mistress.

You’re going to go back into that store where everyone knows what a cock crazed slut you are.

I want you to buy the thickest dildo you can find.

Next, you’re going to tell the cashier that you really don’t want your sissy pussy destroyed and ask if she can recommend a good lube.

If this is too embarrassing then good!

You actually deserve more humiliation but we’ll get to that on our call.

When you dial my number, I want you already popping your bitch pussy up and down on that giant dick.

Stretch your he-slut hole open and ride til it’s deep in your guts.

When you call me, I want you already filled to the back of your throat with that thick fuck pole!

This is just the beginning of the very long process of training you to be the perfect sissy bitch.

You’ll be on your hands and knees with fat cocks pounding you from both ends soon enough!

Only a Phone Dominatrix is in Control on Sissy Calls

phone dominatrixAs a phone dominatrix, I call the shots. Honestly, I find nothing more annoying than a sissy who thinks he’s in control. Let me tell you something sissy boys, in my world dominant sissies do not exist. If you view yourself as a sissy boy, I view you as my submissive slave.

So don’t call me and tell me you don’t want to do anything with cock or you don’t want to suck black cock or you don’t want me to dress you or peg you. All that does is make me want to do all those things to you tenfold. Sissies come in all shapes and sizes. However, I will never let a sissy gain control of me.

Sometimes sissies can act very poorly. And when that happens, I need to kick some ass. Sissy training involves domination. So, Kyle brought out the bad ass bitch in me. He told me he wanted to learn to suck dick. So, I brought over my blackest and biggest bull to help him learn how to suck cock like a good sissy bitch. But Kyle decided to go off on some racist tirade embarrassing the fuck out of me. If you are racist, you have no business being a sissy. Because a sissy trainer will likely make you suck big black cock.

There is No Such Thing as a Dominant Sissy in My World

Neither me nor my black bull put up with any of his nonsense. I severed my sissy contract with Kyle for bad behavior. But not before I forced him down on a massive, big black cock. And not before I told my black ball to fuck his little backdoor sissy hole too. This sissy tried to fight but my black Bull weighs about 150 pounds more than him. And I’m stronger than I look.

At one point while I forced my sissy’s head down on my bull’s big black cock, I pegged him at the same time. We made a sandwich out of him. Humiliated him. Even pissed on him. And gave him a lot of black cock spunk to guzzle down against his will. It’s 2026 and racism should no longer exist in this world let alone in a sissy’s world. Kyle and I will not be working together ever again. But at least I received the satisfaction of keeping his money and violating his holes with big black cock.

Forced sissy training may not be my preferred method for training little sissy bitches, but sometimes a sissy leaves me no choice. Remember if you don’t want to be forced to do anything you don’t want to do, don’t be a fucking sissy. You give up all power to your mistress when you become a sissy. So, remember that in the sissy world you cannot act like a man.

Sissy Slave Training (Phase 1) My Filthy Little Urinal

Sissy slave training will have you forgetting about that pathetic little dick that I now have full ownership over. It’s useless to you anyways.

You will be begging for Mistress Aaliyah to dress you up like a pretty princess faggot.

But the only way you will earn that right is after I have decided that you can be a good little cock sucking sissy whore.

Once you have learned to suck a real cock unlike your itsy bitsy faggot clit, then just maybe I will let you put on this pink ruffle dress that you always dreamed about.

After you’re all dressed up like a little bitch boy is when you will transform into my sissy servant.

What that means entirely is any cock that comes your way you will service it exactly the way I direct you!

Sissy slave training

That means if a fuck rod pounds your pretty asshole until you shit everywhere, you will clean it up like the nasty fucking sissy boy that you are.

You won’t only clean that meat stick slathered in your own shit you will enjoy it!

The whole time expressing your gratitude for such a delicious treat.

Of course, you’re going to need something to wash all that pooh pudding down your throat.

Now lay down on the ground and open wide!!

We are going to turn that pretty little mouth into a full-blown urinal.

Open wider you little sissy cunt, as I straddle over your stupid face and blast my hot mistress piss down your throat. Oh, and you better not forget to thank me for such a delicious meal!

Forced sissy training with Miss Remi

forced sissy training

My favorite forced sissy training story is about my own brother!

I came home one day and found him in my bed, playing with my dildo.

He wasn’t licking it and jerking his cock like I caught my ex doing.

This secret, closet faggot was fucking himself with it and rubbing his bitch clittie.

He was lying on his side, sliding all 11 inches into his he-pussy with one hand.

His other hand was busy rubbing that tiny micro clittie of his.

Just moaning away like a whore.

I was pissed off that he was using my stuff without asking.

I figured that if he wanted to act like a hoe then I would treat him like one.

He tried to beg his way out of it but it was too late.

I had already started recording him and had plenty to use as blackmail.

Dressing him up and putting makeup on him was fun.

The real fun was forcing him to prance around for the camera.

Since he’s such a tough guy, I put him on his knees in front of me.

I made him crawl up to me and suck my strap-on like he was trying to get a nut out of it.

The second he put his mouth on it, I grabbed him by the hair and started force fucking his face.

I bucked my hips and thrusted it in and out of his mouth.

The gurgling, gagging sounds he was making made me laugh.

Not as much as his tiny dickie standing straight up though.

I stopped fucking his mouth long enough for him to start begging me to fuck his ass.

He arched his back, put his ass up and begged for it like a bitch.

That bitch was almost in tears when I started forcing that 12 inches into his tight sissy fuck hole.

I love it when big, tough macho men cry while getting fucked like a bitch.

He squirted an embarrassingly tiny puddle of jizz while I was railing his tight girly cunt.

Of course I made him eat it up.

I also didn’t tell him that I recorded the entire thing until afterwards.

Now he’s my bitch forever or everyone will find out that he begged his sister to fuck him in the ass!

Adult Phone Chat Lines Pro Domme Zuri Whipping This Faggot

Adult Phone Chat Lines

Keep your mouth shut while I’m speaking, or I’ll find a much more painful way to plug it. You’ve been chirping in my ear for the last ten minutes, thinking your little opinions actually matter to me. This is my Adult Phone Chat Lines, and on this connection, there is only one voice that carries any weight… mine. You’re not here to be a “sassy student” today; you’re here to be a lesson in discipline, and frankly, you’re failing the introductory course.

I can hear your breath hitching every time I lower my voice, you pathetic little worm. You think because you’re hiding behind a phone screen that you’re safe from my reach? You’re mistaken. My authority travels through these wires and wraps around your neck like a leash. I told you to stay still, yet I can hear you shifting, squirming, and trying to find some clever comeback to prove you’re special. 

You aren’t special. You’re just another faggot who doesn’t know when to stop digging his own grave. Since you can’t seem to control that tongue of yours, I’m reaching for something that will do it for you. Do you hear that? That rhythmic, heavy thud against my leather boot? That’s my bullwhip. It’s been waiting for a loudmouth just like you. 

I’m uncoiling it slowly, the leather creaking in the silence you should have maintained from the start. You wanted my attention so badly, didn’t you? Well, you’ve finally got it, and I promise you’re going to regret every single word that led us here. Close your eyes and imagine the tip of that lash hovering just inches from your skin. 

One flick of my wrist and I’ll turn that bratty attitude into a chorus of whimpers. I’m going to whip this faggot until he remembers his place… which is face down, silent, and shaking. Every crack of the whip is a reminder that your defiance is a joke. 

I don’t want to hear another “but” or “maybe.” I want to hear the sound of leather meeting flesh. I want to hear you gasping for air as I strip away that ego layer by painful layer. This isn’t a discussion; it’s a transformation. By the time I’m finished with you, you won’t have the breath left to be sassy. 

You’ll be too busy focused on the sting I’ve left behind. You’re my student, and the lesson today is simple: silence is a privilege you haven’t earned. Now, stay perfectly still and prepare yourself. The mistress is ready to play, and she doesn’t play nice.

Sissy Slave Training Do What Your Mistress Peace Says

Sissy Slave Training is by far the most fun. Who wouldn’t love getting a sissy to do whatever they need them (or want in most cases) to do? This sissy slut mistress sure loves it.

How I do it

I make my sissy be my little slave by constantly reminding him of his place in the world, which is at the bottom of it. He’s nothing but a pathetic excuse for a man who needs to learn how to please me and do as he’s told. I love exposing him online because it gives me such an incredible rush knowing that everyone can see what kind of worthless cock he has now belongs to someone like me – a strong, dominant woman like myself!

Whenever we go out together or if there are any events where people might recognize us from our past lives before this transformation began happening (which let’s face facts: nobody cares about anymore), then guess whose arm gets wrapped around mine? That would be yours truly! And when those same girls come up asking questions about “him,” well…let’s just say they don’t get too many answers since all their ex-boyfriends have become sluts under my control anyway; instead, they receive pictures sent directly from yours truly showing off just how much fun their old flame is having sucking dick these days while dressed up prettily in panties designed specifically with them in mind.

As far as making sure your former girlfriend knows exactly what she missed out on goes – trust fund baby here doesn’t miss anything important regarding social media updates or public appearances made by her once beloved male counterpart turned into one big faggot sissy whore slut servant bitch boytoy cumdumpster for Mistress Peace herself…and yes indeedy doo dahh!!

sissy slave trainingThere will most certainly involve trips down memory lane involving lotsa sho ping at adult novelty stores where your little sissy will be dressed up like the sexy slut he truly is now – complete with high heels, makeup and lingerie galore! It’s hilarious watching him try on all those pretty things meant for women while everyone else stares in disbelief…and then even more amusing when they catch sight of his tiny dick swinging between those shapely legs. Oh well…at least someone gets some use outta it right? Besides me that is!

Femboy training turns a little sissy into a good slut

femboy trainingFemboy training starts with a willing little slut ready to be made into a good cock-sucking whore. Someone with a slutty little waist and long hair would do perfectly.

I love taking a bitch of a man and dressing him up in all my sissy clothes so he can be the real whore he is on the inside.

Mommy loves to put bows, frills, and pink all over a grown ass man to emasculate and humiliate him. But don’t worry, I make them so pretty they can’t resist loving it.

Becoming a good little sissy boy-toy is what men truly want. Being a strong, dominant woman who commands these men around on a leash makes me feel so powerful…and horny.

Nothing beats the thrill of turning a grown man into a sissy-boy that I can watch get used by the huge, manly cocks in my life. To put a man on his knees and make him a cock-sucking fuck-slut? That’s mommy’s femboy training dream.

 

Sissy hypno training, close your eyes, open your mouth

 

Sissy Hypno training, training you to become the best little cum dumpster you can be. Take a deep breath and listen to every word I say very carefully, you are to take all the cock I give you. You will never refuse to let them come inside you, you are not a man, you are my sissy doll, and I play with my sissy doll the way I see fit.

Suck to the beat of the cock down your throat.

You’re gonna open your mouth nice and wide, and I’m going to guide that thick, hard shaft down your throat. The taste of that pre-cum is delicious. Don’t forget to lick every vein on that hard, throbbing dick. You are not a man; you will never pretend to be one again, sweetheart.

You need tits, you need that little clitty in between your legs to a pussy, another hole my boyfriends can fuck. I’m gonna take good care of you, sweetie. I know you are scared and feeling a bit of shame, but follow my orders, and you will find your true form.

I’m gonna guide that thick, veiny dick inside your pussy, and you’re gonna go all the way down on it. You might say no, you might say you’re not ready, but honey, you need to take that dick. It’s been too long. You’ve been fantasizing about getting fucked. Secretly, stealing slutty lingerie panties anywhere you can.

It’s time to get some of your own sweetie. Doesn’t it feel so right to put on a sexy pair of panties? And then to feel a cock so deep inside your fuckhole, it’s heaven. You can’t fight off the Forced feminization. You need to accept that you are a cum dumpster. A sloppy, slutty slave, too hypnotized to stop getting cum loads. You are finally free, now that you are my slave.

 

 

Taboo Phone Chat Starts Right Here Now with Zuri Pegging You

Taboo Phone Chat

I heard the door click shut. I know she’s gone… wheels up, heading to some mindless business conference, leaving you all alone in that big, quiet house with nothing but your mounting desperation. You’ve been counting down the minutes until you could finally reach for your device and summon me. Taboo Phone Chat is the only way you can truly express the pathetic, hungry little secret you hide from her every single day.

Stop trembling and look at me. I’m standing in your foyer now, dripping in black and red latex that sounds like a warning every time I move. You invited me here because you’re tired of playing the “provider” and the “husband.” You want to be a toy. You want to be used. And more than anything, you want to feel what it’s like when I take over the one part of you that you’ve kept locked away.

Go to the bedroom. Not your side… hers. Strip. I want you face down on those expensive sheets she picked out, smelling her perfume while you feel my boot pressing into the small of your back. I’ve brought my favorite harness, the one with the heavy leather straps that smell like dominance. You can hear the mechanical click as I lock the attachment into place. 

It’s thick, uncompromising, and exactly what you’ve been dreaming about while you pretended to listen to her talk about quarterly reports. I don’t care if you’re nervous. In fact, I prefer it. I want to feel your heart racing against the mattress as I lube you up with a cold, clinical efficiency. You aren’t a man right now; you’re just an opening waiting to be filled by my authority. 

When I push the head of it against you, I want to hear that pathetic little gasp. Don’t hold it in. Let me hear how much you’ve missed this. As I drive myself into you, I’m going to lean down and whisper in your ear. I’ll remind you exactly whose house this is, and exactly who is in control of your pleasure… and your pain… while she’s miles away.

 I’m going to stretch you, claim you, and leave a mark on your soul that you’ll have to hide behind a suit and a smile when she comes home. You’re addicted to this feeling, aren’t you? The way I take what I want. The way you realize you’d give up everything just for one more inch of me. Stay right there, vulnerable and full. You’re mine now.