Forced Sissy Training Melts Your Brain And Your Resolve

forced sissy training

I pull out the syringe, the clear hormone oil shimmering under the light. He flinches, the trance flickering, but I slap him back into submission. “Stay still, you fucking slut. This is where the real change happens.”

I grab his thigh, digging my fingers into the flesh. I plunge the needle deep into the muscle without hesitation. He lets out a muffled scream, but I lean my weight on him, pinning him down. “Take it. Feel it flooding your system. Your cock is going to shrink, your tits are going to grow, and you’re going to love every second of it.”

I withdraw the needle and shove him toward the corner. “Get on all fours. Now.” He obeys instantly, the hormones and the hypnosis fusing into a permanent leash. I look down at my new pet, a broken, feminized shell of a man. “You’re mine now, sissy. Forever.”

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