Sissy slave training gets your clitty drenched in a sheen of sissy cum, your heart pounding in your chest like a drum. Your eyes dart around the dimly lit room, lingering on the soft, silken thong draped over the armchair. You’ve seen me wear it before, the one that makes my ass pop, that sliver of fabric that leaves little to the imagination.
Pick it up, my pet…
Your fingers trace the slippery fabric, a shiver running down your spine. You’ve always been a good slut, but today… today you’re throat will be very sore, my sissy slave, my zombie slut.
Try it on the panties, sweetie…
The cool fabric a stark contrast against your feverish skin. You’re trembling now, but you don’t know if it’s from fear or anticipation. You look at yourself in the mirror, barely recognizing the reflection staring back at you. A whimper escapes your lips, and I hear it, I always do.
Feels good, doesn’t it, my slut? Now, down on your knees… Name brand commanding tone, with proper sternness and less friendliness makes you remember your place.
You comply, the plush carpet under your knees a mere figment, nothing compared to the fire igniting within you. Your hands rest neatly in your lap, the perfect picture of obedience.
Good slut… But now, it’s time to learn your first lesson, sissy slave. Lick your lips, nice and slow… Taste what awaits you…
Your tongue darts out, tracing the fullness of that hard shaft. The flavor is overwhelming, a drugging sweetness, like honey laced with wicked promise. Your eyes flutter closed, a moan bubbling up from your throat.
That’s right, my slut. That’s the taste of your new existence… Now, open your mouth wide…
You gag on it, your eyes locked onto mine, a dance of trance and desire. I lean in, my fingers tracing your jaw, tilting your head back.
Your eyes glaze over with a cock slamming down your throat, and in that moment, I know you’re mine. You’re lost in the hypno-training, the trance, the promise of ecstasy.
Remember this, sissy… Remember this feeling… And always, always, submit to Sissy hypno training.