Listen closely, because I am only going to say this once before I put a permanent muzzle on that disrespectful mouth of yours. You’ve been getting a little too comfortable lately, forgetting exactly who holds the leash in this relationship and who is begging for a scrap of attention. My sissy slave training is the only thing standing between you and being tossed out like the garbage you are, so you better start taking notes on these new rules.
I don’t tolerate backtalk, and I certainly don’t tolerate a pathetic little worm trying to act like a man when we both know you’re nothing but my personal plaything. Look at you right now, trembling on your knees in that tight black latex, staring up at me through that mask like the helpless dog you’ve become. You’re going to learn real quick that being a sissy bitch isn’t just a hobby; it’s your new reality, and I am the only goddess who can mold you into something halfway useful.
First of all, that attitude of yours is getting checked at the door along with your dignity. From now on, you don’t speak unless I give you permission to open those pretty, glossed lips hidden under that rubber. I’m tired of the noise, so if you want to keep hearing my voice, you’ll learn to love the silence of your own submission. See this whip in my hand?
Every time you even think about being disrespectful, you’ll hear the crack of it right next to your ear to remind you of your place. I want to see you wobbling around in the highest heels you can find, realizing that your only purpose is to look good while I ignore you or use you for my own amusement. You’ve been acting up because you think you have a choice, but let me clarify: you have none.
You are a cock loving, skirt wearing sister now, and you’re going to stay in that lane until I decide otherwise. We aren’t here for your comfort or your “winding down” after a long day; we are here for my entertainment. This is an energetic, high intensity overhaul of your entire pathetic identity. While I’m out enjoying the real world, you’ll be tucked away in your little lace panties and your suffocating latex, counting the minutes until I deign to call you back and remind you how much you love being used.
I’m going to break you down until there’s nothing left but a craving for my approval and the sting of my discipline. You’ll thank me for every restriction, every new rule, and every moment of correction I put you through. You want to be a brat? Fine. I’ll just treat you like the naughty little girl you are until you’re sobbing and begging to be my favorite slave again. Now, keep your eyes on my boots, stay on your knees, and get ready to obey.
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