“You’ve come to the right place, or rather I’ve made you come here for Forced sissy training.” My naive sissy stands below me looking up at me with eager willing eyes. Eyes that say that they’d do anything they’re told. He’s on his knees a degrading place for a sissy to be. “A sissy that is training must obey all the rules and keep up to all Mistress Genesis.” I start spewing off the things my new sissy in training will need to be ready for panties, bras, makeup, pedi’s and mani’s, butt plugs, wigs, makeup, purses, high heels and most certainly a cock lock for that pathetic oversized clit. As a sissy in training, it is expected that you never cum without permission. You have limited and logged masturbation times and are subject to humiliation and degrading. There will be a list of chores and things a sissy must do. Any good girl knows how to do all these things. Dress up time is always everyone’s favorite. And I must agree that I love dressing up a pink fairy faggot in a tutu and then making that sissy slide down those panties for me to fuck their little ass. Just like a girl, this is how you make these sissy fucks feel like the little girly princesses they really are. And of course, you can’t forget the domination a sissy loves and receives from someone with as much power as me.