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Sissy slave training with Miss Remi

sissy slave training

Sissy slave training sluts like me love turning bitches like you into cum rags.

I spent most of my day making a sissy bitch dress up and prance around on camera for me.

He was acting all shy at first.

That was until I got him to admit that he was a secret, panty loving sissy fag.

The slut pulled out several pairs of panties with matching bras, a pile of stockings and even some wigs.

I picked out a few different outfits for him to try on for me.

He looked so cute in the lacey red thong and cami set.

I even talked him through putting on lipstick and eyeshadow!

The sparkly lipgloss made his cock loving lips stand out and look so fuckable!

After he was dressed up and had a full face of makeup on, I made him stand up and dance around like a little slut.

He was twerking, popping his ass and rubbing all over his sexy, twink fag body.

I took so many screenshots that I plan on blackmailing him with but that’s for later.

Knowing that he probably had a drawer full of fuck toys, I told him to go get his favorite dildo.

The sissy fag didn’t hesitate at all.

He opened his top dresser drawer and pulled out a huge, thick dildo that looked like a real life bbc!

Before I could even tell him what to do, he opened up wide and started sucking the head of it.

One hand was rubbing his hard clittie dick and the other was shoving that fake dick down his throat.

He gagged violently but didn’t stop because he was so desperate to show me what a good cock sucking bitch he is.

I made him keep sucking until his dildo was covered in slobber.

The little bitch whimpered and begged me to let him ride it.

He plopped that heavy, fat fuck rod on the ground so that the suction cup was stuck in place.

Then he worked the head in his sissy pussy and started bouncing on it.

I took more screenshots while giving my cock crazed slut commands at the same time.

I had his rubbing his dickie, riding a fuck toy and filling his pretty panties with cum all at the same time!

Let’s see what Miss Remi can do with a sissy like you!

Sissy Girl Training Starts with Zuri Grabbing Your Attention

Sissy Girl Training

I can hear your breath hitch the moment I pick up, can’t I? You’ve been pacing the floor, waiting for the house to go silent, waiting for the world to stop demanding you be a “man” so you can finally just be mine. Sissy Girl Training starts with me grabbing your attention and never letting go, and darling, you have my full, undivided focus right now.

You’re one of my favorite callers for a reason. I love the way your voice drops to that delicious, conspiratorial whisper when you tell me your wife is finally out of town on a business trip. I can almost see you standing there, surrounded by the quiet of an empty house, finally feeling safe enough to open those dresser drawers that aren’t yours.

“Zuri,” you whispered, “I’m wearing her silk slip right now. And the lace heels.”

I love how honest you are with me. You told me about the rush of adrenaline as you slide into those forbidden fabrics, the way the silk feels against skin that was never meant to be so soft. But this time, I wanted to push you further. I didn’t want you hiding in a dark bedroom; I wanted you to see the magic of a life lived out loud. That’s why I told you to go to that drag queen show.

“How was it?” I asked, leaning back, imagining your flushed face.

You described the club… the scent of hairspray and expensive perfume, the thumping bass that made your heart race under your button-down shirt. You told me how you sat in the back, watching those goddesses under the spotlight with wide eyes. You weren’t just watching a show; you were looking at a mirror of what’s possible when you stop apologizing for your desires.

You saw the glitter, the towering wigs, and the way they commanded the room with a flick of a fan. You told me that for the first time, you didn’t feel like a “man in a dress”… you felt like a girl who just hadn’t found her spotlight yet. I could hear the wonder in your voice as you described the lead queen catching your eye and blowing you a kiss. You felt seen, didn’t you?

I’m so proud of you for stepping out of the shadows. Dressing up in secret is a start, but feeling that spark of sisterhood in a room full of joy? That’s where the real transformation begins. Now, tell me more about that night. Don’t leave out a single detail… I want to know exactly how it felt when you realized you belong in our world.

Forced feminization is what I do best baby!

Femboy training

You sissy’s know I love nothing more than to degrade your dumbasses. You wanna get down on your knees and are so easy to please. All so grateful just to be my full time slave. You love me telling you what to do while torturing you at the same time. You live for this shit and so do I.  I can always use a cleaner of the cunt around here. Constantly sucking and fucking not only cock down your throat but all the delicious and tasty jizz from my gaping wet pussy. After a nice long hard fuck I call to you to suck it all out and leave me glistening and sparkling clean.

Forced feminization, getting you looking like a real trick bitch!

Every sissy faggot bitch that has worked for me knows his job. It’s always my goal to break you in in so many different ways. Paying tribute to the pussy’s by dressing you up like a bitch and taking you out on the town. We both know good and well that a cutie pie bitch gets all them dirty dicks, isn’t that right? I will transform you into the perfect sissy fuck, pathetic slave that you are. Forced feminization with a little humiliation goes a long ways, and I don’t mean just dick baby. I’d love to take you out on a stroll once your all dressed up, hunting for cock while using you. I’ll have you addicted to sucking all that juicy white goey spunk from my cunt in no time.

Humiliation is what I do best!

I wanna a walk you like a pet and get you looking like a trick bitch. Your ass popping out of a little minnie skirt and acting like a like a little femboy flirt. Find me some big dick that you plan to wrap your mouth around too. I wanna fill my pussy up.

Once we got that perfect girthy big cock it’s time I treat you like the slave you are. Cum bring me those big balls on a silver tray and shove them up my creamy soft snatch. Suck on his balls like their candy as he’s balls deep. Your nothing but a pathetic cunt who only gets the leftovers boo. These are just a part of my sissy training lessons. As he’s thrusting that big meaty thing make sure your cheeks are filled, help him bust his nut in my princess pouch.

Domination training comes with big coke.

He explodes like a damn volcano all down my fresh daisy. Dripping down to my ass, I need you to get on all fours and clean every damn part of me. Use that worthless tongue and lick me all up and down. Cum guzzling good, I hope you enjoy every fucking drop. That’s all your worth, the cum cleaner boy with munchkin man parts and an inverted cock.

BBC Sissy Trainer Tanya won’t take your shit!

BBC Sissy Trainer

I’m the best BBC sissy trainer you’ve ever met! 

Not just because I’ll be forced to dress up like a good little whore, but because I am going to fuck you like a good little whore.

Only bad girls who steal their Mommy’s panties and stockings get punishments like this!

Mommy is going to have to put on my biggest, fattest strap-on and fuck you like the bad girl you want to be!

I’ll bend you over and have you on all fours, ready to get an ass pounding from my BBC.

And if I hear you whimper or moan when I am stretching you out, I’m only going to fuck you harder!

So be a good girl and put that ass real high in the air. Don’t worry, Mommy will spit on it first……

 

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Phone Dominatrix Zuri Whips The Powerless Faggots All Night

Phone DominatrixI’m standing here in black latex that clings to every curve, red latex boots planted firmly on the floor. The whip is already in my hand. You hear it before you hear me. I don’t need to explain myself. You’re here to listen.

Phone Dominatrix isn’t a fantasy tonight, it’s a position of control, and I’m wearing it comfortably. My grip tightens around the handle as I look you over, slow and deliberate, making you wait for permission to breathe properly. Hands down. Eyes forward. Don’t speak unless I tell you to.

I lift the whip slightly, letting it rest against my thigh. That’s your warning. You straighten immediately. Good. Obedience looks better on you than confidence ever did.

I give instructions clearly, one at a time, and I expect them to follow the first time I say them. Knees where I want them. Back straight. No fidgeting. I pace in front of you, boots clicking, latex creasing as I move. Every sound reminds you who’s in charge here.

Then you slip. A comment you weren’t invited to make. A tone you didn’t earn. I stop walking and turn slowly. The whip taps once against my palm. Now you really have my attention. “Come Again Sissy Boy? Did I hear you raising your Voice?! I want you to give me 50 pushups as I whip your back while you count every number out loud you hear me?” I say to the rude one. “My apologies, it won’t happen again” He says as he begins to start his pushup routine. 

I don’t raise my voice. I don’t have to. I step closer, close enough that you feel the heat coming off me, and I tell you exactly how this is going to go. You don’t get opinions. You get instructions. If you want to stay here, you earn it with silence and obedience.

The whip cracks the air, sharp and final. You flinch, corrected without being touched. That’s all it takes. Your posture fixes itself instantly. Apology accepted…  because it’s shown, not spoken.

The rest of the session runs smoothly after that. Everyone follows. Everyone listens. I reward compliance with approval, a slow nod, a quiet “good” that hits harder than punishment ever could. You crave that more than anything.

I finish exactly where I started, whip in hand, boots steady, latex flawless. You’re calm now. Focused. Properly trained for the night. When I tell you you’re done, you don’t rush. You wait.

That’s obedience. And that’s how I like it.

Sissy Phone Zuri Shoves Her Dildo Up Inside of Billy His Bum

Sissy Phone

I like to keep my voice soft, but my rules firm, and Billy learns that fast the moment he becomes my newest student. He’s nervous, excited, and trying so hard to be good for me, which I find adorable. Sissy Phone slips naturally into my words as I explain that I decide the pace, the lessons, and exactly how far his imagination wanders tonight. Billy listens closely, hanging on every syllable, because pleasing me already matters to him.

I tell him to breathe, to slow down, to stop rushing ahead of himself like he always does. Sweet boys like Billy need structure, and I love giving it. I remind him that training isn’t about being wild, it’s about focus, obedience, and learning how to feel comfortable wanting what he wants. He giggles, embarrassed but eager, and I smile because that reaction tells me everything.

I guide him gently, describing sensations without rushing, letting anticipation do the work. Billy doesn’t need graphic details, he needs permission, encouragement, and my approval. I praise him when he listens well, correct him when he gets distracted, and tease him when he tries to pretend he isn’t enjoying every second. My tone stays calm, bossy, and warm, wrapping around him like reassurance.

As his trainer, I explain that toys are tools, not shortcuts. They help him understand his body, his reactions, and his confidence. Billy admits he likes that part, likes feeling guided instead of judged. Especially when I slide my favorite dildo up his ass, it makes his day complete. I tell him that’s why he’s here with me, because I see potential in him that he’s still learning to see himself. He relaxes more with every word, using the slippery lube he loves so much.

I tease him about how flustered he gets, about how his thoughts wander even when he tries to behave. He apologizes, and I laugh softly, telling him there’s nothing wrong with wanting guidance. That’s what students are for. I remind him that his job is to listen, trust, and follow, and my job is to make sure he feels safe while he does.

As he climaxes, Billy sounds calmer, steadier, proud of himself. I tell him he did well, that training is a process, and that I’ll be here for the next lesson when he’s ready. He thanks me shyly, and I can hear the smile in his voice. I hang up on him knowing he learned exactly what he needed tonight, and I enjoyed teaching him every step of the way.

Best BBC sissy trainer, learning how to gag the best way

BBC sissy trainer

I’m a bit of a hardcore sissy fuck trainer. I prefer to dress you up as a little slut before the real mother fucking fun begins. I’m not easy on you. I wanna spread and widen any man pussy that cums my way and yours is looking pretty damn good. I can always tell when I do my sissy trainer that those boys with the extra tight bungholes haven’t had the BBC need to complete my nasty course. Are you down to get browned?

BBC sissy trainer, better get ready to get wrecked. 

I have a side fuck big black beautiful man who loves to partake in all my sissy training along fucking the shit outa me on the side. Before he busts your hole and rips, tears and shreds your insides out, it’s time to make you pretty. I prefer my sissy’s to sit at my vanity. Look at themselves as they go from manly to slutty. The makeup hair, bra’s, panties, hose and heels, your ready to get rolled.

My big BBC boy prefers his sissy faggots on their stomachs. So get on that bed and spread your crispy cookie open.

Now that I’ve made you so pretty, we’ll call you trick bitch. The sexy girl with a big flat ass ready to get pummeled. He reaches up your skirt and puts your panties to the side. I instruct him “go ahead baby, grab his nuts hard too”. With one swift punch he’s packed in your ass, his massive big black dingleberries smacking you. I love to assist to get my clammy moist and ready. Pulling your panties so tight while he’s slamming you raw. “Spank him good, make him beg to be called a faggot whore”.

Sissy humiliation training get’s me off, my pussy swells watching you get werked honey!

Humiliation at it’s best, I love this shit, being a trainer cums with prizes. while your screaming with blood soaked cum running down your panty hose your begging for him to pull out his BBC beast. “How bad do you want him to stop?” as I grab your balls. “Please please mistress I’ll do anything”.

He pulls out his massive black anaconda, dripping with your fecal shitty bloody cum and force feeds it down your throat. “Surprise boo, that’s what you asked for”. Your gagging and choking, clinging for life. This is why I’m the best damn sissy trainer around!

 

Best Sissy Trainer, Tough but Sweet, Tanya!

Best Sissy Trainer

I am the best sissy trainer you will ever encounter because no one blends loving warmth and bitchy edge quite as perfectly as I do.

I’ll bend you over and smack your ass like a bitch, but I’ll call you my good baby girl while I do it. 

Your pathetic little clitty is already twitching in its cage. You’ve been a very naughty girl, and I know how much your ass craves a punishment. 

I’ll bend you over and spread your ass cheeks open wide. Show me how wet and ready that sissy pussy is for my massive dildo I am strapping on.

I’ll lube it up, so it slides right into you. I’m going to split you open, and you’ll moan like the nasty slut you are.

I’ll bend you over my knee and spank that ass until it’s red and you’re begging for this cock.

 

 

Sissy Training Audio with Zuri Letting You Stroke Boldly Now

Sissy Training Audio

I like it when you show up, all eager and a little twitchy. The moment you’re paying attention, I can feel it… the little shivers, the nervous energy, the way you hang on my every word. Sissy Training Audio isn’t just about following instructions; it’s about feeling me, letting me guide you, teasing every part of your mind.

You know you want it, and I know it too. I can hear it in your breathing, see it in the way your focus sharpens when I speak. Every suggestion, every command, every sly laugh is meant to draw you in, to make you ache, to keep you on edge. I don’t rush, I don’t push too hard… I let the tension build, layer by layer, until you’re wrapped completely around me.

I play with your mind a little, watching how you react. You’re trying to stay composed, but I see it… the little flickers of excitement, the tightening, the flush that spreads without warning. I grin because I know exactly what you’re thinking. You want to obey me, to follow every move I make, to get lost in this game I’ve set up.

Sometimes I tease you with a look while you stroke your cock to the sound of my wet yummy pussy, a tilt of my head, or the soft lilt of my sexy voice. I don’t even have to touch you… just my presence, my control, my playful command is enough to make your pulse race. And when I lean in, whispering something sly, you feel it deep inside: the thrill of knowing you’re mine to guide, mine to push, mine to tease.

The fun comes from the unpredictability, from the way I twist the energy. I let you anticipate, I let you wonder, I let you lose control in all the right ways. You’re aware, but helpless in the best way possible. And I watch, grinning, as you fall perfectly into the rhythm I set, letting me lead, letting me dominate, letting me shape every moment.

You finally explode everywhere as you’re buzzing, aware that every thought has been under my command. You’ve felt the control, the playfulness, the thrill, and you’re craving more. And I know that when you think about it later, when you remember my voice, my laughter, and the thrill you get from it, you’ll be wishing for the next round. Till next time you fucking faggot.

Sissy Maid Training Zuri Sweetly Commands Total Obedience

Sissy Maid Training

I don’t ease anyone into my presence; the moment I step into the room in my crisp maid uniform, authority settles like perfume. Sissy Maid Training begins the second my heels click against the floor, and every pair of eyes learns exactly where they belong… on me, awaiting instruction.

I smooth my apron, chin lifted, smile soft but unyielding. I’m very sweet but with rules. I am patient with the consequences. I tell them to line up, hands behind backs, posture corrected with a glance alone. My voice is calm, controlled, and impossible to ignore. They don’t serve because they’re forced; they serve because I expect it, and expectation is powerful.

I assign tasks with precision. Floors polished until they reflect my approval. Tea prepared exactly how I like it, not how they think I might. When someone hesitates, I tilt my head and remind them that obedience is learned through attention. I praise generously when it’s earned, my approval warm and addictive. When it’s not, silence does the work for me.

Every command is deliberate. Kneel… not to debase, but to focus. Stand… because I decide when they’re ready. I correct posture, tone, and attitude, shaping them into something disciplined and devoted. They learn quickly that pleasing me isn’t about rushing; it’s about listening. I reward effort with softness in my voice, a smile that says they’re improving under my guidance.

I move through the room like I own it, because I do. Lace, heels, authority… all perfectly balanced. I don’t raise my voice. I don’t need to. Control lives in consistency, and I am nothing if not consistent. By the time I dismiss them, they’re calmer, quieter, and tuned to my expectations.

This is my space, my order, my rhythm. I am the maid who commands, the sweetness that trains, the dominance that feels safe and irresistible. When I remove my gloves at the end, they understand one thing clearly: obedience to me isn’t temporary… it’s learned, earned, and deeply satisfying.

I make them thank me before leaving, each voice steadier than when they arrived. I remind them that obedience is a skill, sharpened through repetition and trust, and that my sweetness is earned through effort. Tomorrow they will remember my standards without prompts, anticipating my needs, correcting themselves, choosing discipline. I straighten a collar, tap a chin up, and release them with a nod that feels like permission to breathe. 

When the door closes, my authority lingers, a quiet hum of order they carry with them. I don’t chase devotion; I cultivate it. And when they return, polished and ready, they’ll know exactly why serving me feels natural, calming, and utterly correct. That certainty settles deep, guiding posture, tone, focus, and loyalty long after my lessons end.