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Pathetic and worthless, lets go for a nasty walk on your leash

Femboy training

It’s time to degrade your dumbass. Sissy fuck wants to just be a full time cunt cleaner. You’ve got that mouth that’s only worth one thing for constantly sucking all the white filled fluid flowing from my tight fanny. Your other job is throating and fucking thick dick down your throat, remember, I’m in charge honey. I wanna take you out for a stroll, let you piss on the sidewalk like a good little doggie. Leather bound, leashed up with adorable pink sissy bitch panties on. Little girls like you belong to me, submissive to my commands.

We’ll walk you into black room at the local black room swingers club. Show you off to all the men that’ll use your man pussy as their little fuck toy. With so many on lookers rubbing their cocks and wet tootsie’s, getting off on watching you getting tortured, stretched, you man gap getting absolutely wrecked.

On all fours with your pretty laced panties pushed aside, we’ll take you to the good ol glorry hole dungeon. Every hole has a sloppy surprise, so bend over you little bitch. Rub and grind while your down there or I’m cracking my god damn whip boy!

Femboy training hurts baby….

Your worthless cuck need to munch on some hairy ass. I wanna make sure you get your tight creampie twinkie used, violated. and abused. If I hear your whimper and cry it’s another beat down for you. Your pounded and smashed, I can see your sissy asshole skin getting twisted in your pink panty bunch. You belong to whomever wants to spread your fuck hole while we sit and watch.

And we’re never done till you do your main job and suck on some soaked up stretched just fucked twat while you got a nice big meaty BBC inside you, balls deep. rocking you back and forth, his hips smashing up against you, his big cock disappearing up your wrinkled tuna roll.

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You’re the life of the pathetic public panties party without knowing it, your munchkin man’s pussy bitch, pencil penis is rock hard, leaking little cum shots as your violated leaving moist femboy clammy. 

Phone Domination is The Best For Closet Sissy Girls

Phone Domination for sissy girls to lose all power and control, to me, Addilyn. When you called  me you quickly surrendered all control. During Business hours a CEO of your own company, barking orders at boardrooms full of men who feared you. But the moment you dialed my line, voice shaking as you whispered your secret fantasies. Right away I knew you were just another fragile little boy desperate for Mistress Addilyn’s control.

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First off I laughed softly into the phone, my voice velvet and venom. “Strip, bitch. Right now. I want you naked and on your knees before we even begin.” Of course you obeyed instantly, cock already twitching.

The first lesson was simple: panties. I made you order the sluttiest pink lace thong online while I listened. The whole time mocking how hard you got sliding it up your legs.

As I teased and mocked you “Feel that fabric hugging your pathetic clitty? That’s the closest you’ll ever get to being a real man again.”

Night after night, I wove my web. I trained your walk—hips swaying like a desperate whore in the heels I commanded you to buy. Then I taught you makeup: cherry-red lips perfect for wrapping around cock, smoky eyes that scream “use me.”

My big, bouncy breasts filled your screen during our cam sessions, making you whimper with jealousy as I squeezed them, reminding you you’ll never have anything so perfect.

First, I broke your ego slowly. Next, I forced you to repeat after me: “I am Mistress Addilyn’s sissy slut. And I live to serve cock.” Each confession chipped away at the corporate mask until only the eager cock-whore remained.

The final test came when I brought in my bull—a real man with a thick, throbbing cock. You knelt before us on cam, thong soaked, begging to watch him fuck me first.

Kneel Before Mistress in Sissy Panties

I rode him reverse, my perfect tits bouncing while I stared into your eyes, laughing as you stroked your caged clitty.

Then I gave the order: “Suck him clean, sissy.”

Finally you leaned in, lips trembling, and took your first real cock—gagging, drooling, eyes watering as I praised you. “Good girl. This is what you were born for.

”When he came down your throat, I smiled, my gaze locking onto yours—my ultimate reward.

You swallowed every drop, liberated, intoxicated, finally free under my control.

Welcome to your new reality, my pretty little panty-wearing cock whore. Mistress Addilyn is very, very pleased.

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Sissy Phone Sex Zuri Dominates and Commands Her Obedient Men

Sissy Phone Sex

They kneel the moment I enter the room, eyes lowered, backs straight, waiting for permission to breathe. I remind them why they crave me, why they sneak away from their boring, obedient lives to kneel at my feet… this hunger they feel is what Sissy Phone Sex only hints at, but what I deliver in flesh and authority.

I circle them slowly, heels clicking, letting the silence stretch until their need grows unbearable. These are grown men, husbands with rings hidden in their pockets, men who pretend to be powerful at home yet melt the second I look down at them. They cheat not because they’re weak… but because they’re starving for control, and I am ruthless enough to feed it.

“Eyes down,” I command, and they obey instantly. I don’t touch them yet. I don’t have to. My voice is the leash. I tell them exactly how to kneel, how to hold their hands, how to present themselves for my inspection. I mock their trembling, praise their obedience, and remind them who they belong to when they’re in my space.

They crave my approval more than affection, more than release. I make them confess… who they lied to, who they left at home, how desperate they were to be here with me instead. “Now who wants to get spanked first?” I ask them loudly. “Of course me your favorite faggot” one yells in the back of the room. Every word tightens my grip on them. I make them repeat it until shame turns into arousal and obedience turns into devotion.

I pace in front of them, issuing instructions with sharp precision. “Slower. Straighter. Better.” Each correction pulls a reaction from them… gasps, shivers, quiet moans they try to suppress. I don’t allow silence unless I demand it. I don’t allow movement unless I give permission. They exist to respond.

I lean close, letting them feel my presence without touch, reminding them that their secrecy, their cheating, their need to kneel all leads back to me. I don’t care who waits at home for them. In this room, I am the only authority that matters.

When I finally step back, I leave them exactly where they belong… pliant, obedient, and aching for more. I don’t reassure them. I don’t soften my tone. I simply remind them they’ll return, because once a man kneels for me, he never forgets who truly owns his obedience.

Mistress phone sex trainer slut Remi

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Mistress phone sex slut Remi trained a brand new sissy girl today. Another closet fag that claimed he had never done anything like this before.

Yeah right! That’s what they all say!

I had that sissy bitch screaming “Fuck me like a slut, Miss Remi!”

The bitch claimed he had never been dommed by a kinky, little mistress.

He sure threw his ass back to take all 8 inches like a pro though. He acted like it wasn’t his first time being held down and having a hard dick shoved up inside of him.

It didn’t take any convincing to get him on his hands and knees either.

Once I talked him into putting on a pair of my lace top thigh high stockings and a pair of my panties, he opened right up!

I put him on his back at first. That cock crazed slut instantly pulled his legs up to his chest like a whore, ready to take that dick!

I pulled the silky panties he was wearing to the side and popped it right into his tight, sissy fuck hole!

He moaned like a whore and begged me to shove it in deeper.

I fucked that slut as hard and fast as I could but that still wasn’t enough for that sissy faggot.

This bitch needed to be flipped over, held down and force fucked good and hard. That’s exaclty what I did.

With his face down in the pillows and pretty sissy ass up in the air, he was begging for it.

I rubbed my nails down the back of his stocking clad thighs. Tickling him softly as I teased his winking sissy fuck hole with the head of my dildo.

I had that bitch rocking back, desperate for more of that cock.

I When I finally shoved it back into his tight, he-pussy, that’s when the bitch started moaning and telling me to fuck him like a slut.

Some sissies are just born to be used like cumrag bitches.

Training new sissy faggots is the best!

Sissy bitch get’s trained with a leash..

BBC phone sex

I like my sissy fucks close, on a leash. I gotta make sure your doing your nasty duty’s and always ready to taking a pounding. I prefer you on all fours with your ass in the air, dressed or not, ready to take that plane that’s landing right into your gaping man pussy. Sound sleezy enough for you boo?

So It’s time Miss Jackie takes you for a walk with the collar, leash and chain. However, before we do, I wanna dress you up like the little bitch you are because you gotta job, on duty you dirty cuck slave. I like to walk my girls in style, little pink panties, pink bras, little bows, and a cute long ass,big black rubber dildo up the ass the same time. Preferably one with a tail so I can kick and pull you in the ass when your not following directions. 

I’m here to humiliate you, make you feel even more unwanted with your inverted cock.

Once we got you looking hot to trot, makeup too, lets go for a stroll and see what that ass can do.

I wanna show you off to the public, let everybody know with a sissy little faggot fuck you are as you walk with that rubber monster cock up your ass, let me give you a swift kick and push. I need to hear you whimper and cry ,beg me to stop. So scream bitch!!

Family tranny training has his perks, but sometimes you get stuck with shit up your ass and it’s my  job to stretch that man pussy as far as it goes. I want you to feel the air between your legs when you wear those tight hose. And also fill it with two cocks at one time.

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You’ve been walked with a wide fat can cock far up your sunshine, wide range and a hook, you need to suck it clean after he shoves it deep in my tight hot cookie. Just god damn stay on your knees and use that tongue, your a worthless fuck and I expect you to glisten his balls, and suck the cream dream from my cunt for your desert.  

Forced Feminization Zuri Dominates Men With Absolute Control

Forced Feminization

They’re already kneeling when I enter, shoulders stiff, voices trembling, money and ego stripped the moment they crossed into my space. I don’t rush them. Forced Feminization settles in during the silence, when their need starts leaking out before I’ve said a word.

“Please,” one of them blurts, voice cracking. “Zuri… I don’t want to be like this anymore.”

I stop in front of him. “Like what?” I ask coolly.

“A man,” he breathes, eyes glossy. “I want to be soft. I want you to make me… feminine.”

I smile, slow and dangerous. “Beg properly.”

Another one leans forward, desperation spilling out. “We’ll do anything. Dresses, manners, obedience… tell us how to be women for you.”

They’re rich, white men who’ve never begged anyone for a thing, and now they can’t stop. They interrupt each other, voices overlapping, pleading to be corrected, shaped, owned. I raise my hand and the room snaps silent.

“One at a time,” I command. “Women don’t talk over their superior.”

“Yes, Zuri,” they whisper in unison.

I circle them, heels clicking, listening as they confess what they want stripped away. Their titles. Their dominance. Their right to decide. When one says, “I want you to erase the man in me,” I stop behind him.

“You don’t get erased,” I say. “You get redesigned.”

He shudders. “Please… teach me how to be pretty. How to behave. I don’t want to think anymore.”

Another reaches for my leg without permission. I tap his hand away with my toe. “Did I say you could touch?”
“No,” he whimpers.
“Then ask. Women ask.”

“Please, Zuri,” he says quickly. “May I serve you as the woman you want me to be?”

That’s better.

I correct their posture, their words, their tone. Every time they slip into confidence, I shut it down. Every time they beg properly, I reward them with approval that makes them melt. They thank me for humiliating them, for controlling them, for taking away the pressure of being men.

By the end, they’re not arguing or posturing. They’re pleading… soft, eager, obedient… waiting for me to tell them who they are now. And I do, calmly, decisively.

Because once they beg to become women for me, there’s no power left to take. It’s already mine.

Femboy fuck toy turning into a princess man pussy

Best sissy trainer

Most of you who I talk to are so easy and eager to train. Willing to get dressed up to a tea and look like the princess fuck toy I need you to be. Get out of that suit you wear everyday and put on some panty’s. Feel how soft that satin is when I pull it up your ass cheeks. You bend over backward to see me, hear my voice, begging me to make your pretty like me.

I need a special sissy one that loves to dress up in little panties and bras. That’s how I work. You wanna be a little cunt? Well dress like it too. Shove that pathetic inverted tiny peen you got int them. I’ve talked to a few that have been hesitant but when I insist you call me with a pair on you always bust quick.

My forced feminization is what’s gonna get you fuck up your man pootie honey…

That pretty make up. Eyeliner, mascara and blush, maybe a wig for the final touch. And don’t leave out, my femboy’s wear butt plugs, especially when in training. You’re all pathetic and worthless, you really are.  A perfect slut whore, now a sexy and sultry a woman ready to get her fuck on at the boom boom room, spreading her man pussy wide open for all those random dicks to smash your goey nasty wet fuck hole.

I’ll put you in a long blonde wig or even red it’s your choice. I need you to look a pretty faggot sissy fuck when you’re desirable to men bent over. Your crack is now their snack, yummm! You’ll get those pretty things all ripped up when that big cock gets shoved up your sloppy wet gaping man pussy. I want your hose to split and tear open while you squeal and cry.

Sissy panties

This and BBC strap on’s are all part of my training, cute for the cock, ready for the punch. Throw you on your back and spread those legs wide for big daddy dick. Show fear in your eyes and he squeezes your balls, pulls your hair while he’s balls deep. When your ready to be a bad bitch, hiding the worthless man that you really are class begins when you give me a call.

Femboy Training is What’s In Store For The New Year

Femboy training is certainly in store for you this coming year! As a sissy dominatrix I thrive on training men to be sissy girls.

I decree 2026 the year I strip away every shred of your manhood and forge you into my perfect femboy slut. As your merciless sissy dominatrix, I live to shatter cocky men like you and rebuild them as simpering, cock-hungry little girls.

Femboy Training is Your New Years Resolution

And you exist only to please Big black Cocks. In fact I waste no time. First off, I command you to shave that disgusting body hair smooth—every inch. Then I force those silky pink lace panties over your worthless clitty.  Now feel the fabric tease your skin while your cock betrays you. Imagine leaking like the desperate bitch you are. Next, I lock you in chastity. 

Understand that your orgasms belong to me now. When You throb, drip, and beg, I will just laugh. All while I hold the key and laugh at your frustration.

Then I will drill you in heels until your hips sway like a cheap whore. With your ass arched and presented for use. When You stumble. I punish you. You improve. Only then I reward you with a smirk.

And I train that greedy mouth every single day. When You kneel before my thick strap-on, you understand it’s to train you. And how you choke on it, gagging, drooling, eyes watering as I grip your hair and ram deeper.

“Swallow it all, sissy,” I growl.

Obviously, You obey because you know I own you. With skill I paint your face myself—slut-red lips, heavy liner, long fake lashes.  When you stare at your feminized reflection and whimper, I smirk some more. 

Of course Your caged clitty strains harder. Pathetic Then comes Mid-year, I dress you head-to-toe in stockings, garters, and a frilly maid uniform. As I parade you live on cam for hundreds to mock and admire. Like a good slut You curtsy, serve, and thank me for every degrading order.

The ultimate test of the Best Sissy Trainer? 

It’s when I bring in a real man—a hung bull. First You watch him claim me, then I shove you to your knees. Next You suck him eagerly, tasting superiority, while I lean in and hiss,

“This is your life now, femboy. Cock is your god.”

So You finish the year broken, grateful, and utterly mine—begging for more humiliation. Now be a good  slave, Kneel and message me right now.  Tonight I start your destruction.

Disobey, and I ignore weak boys forever.~ Your Sissy Dominatrix Addilyn

Femboy Training

Sissy slave training turning men into sluts

sissy slave training

Sissy slave training, I can honestly say, is so much fun. I love taking a manly man and turning him into my pathetic little sissy bitch. Especially high-class men, like captains, pilots, or even corporate bosses. Either way, I know I will make them crumble and cave.

Making them crave and want to be in their tight little panties all the time. Which in training panties are an everyday thing and will replace any manly boxers you think you’re going to keep. Nope, my little bitch boy will do whatever I tell him to. Including watching me throw away all his many boxers and swimsuits. Replacing it with tiny sissy thongs and bikinis.

They have no choice but to send me daily check-ins. Part of being a good little sissy slave is telling your mistress and showing her how well you can follow her orders. Sending me daily pics and them begging for me spit to hit their worthless, greedy tongues. 

Training is complete once I know that they would rather be a sissy bitch than a man. Because that’s all they were meant to be for me anyway. A good little sissy that mistress plays with like a little sex rag doll. Once they can’t stop thinking about it and only crave it. Then that’s when I know they are forever mine, and the training has made them realize who they belong to.

Mistress Phone Sex with Zuri Seducing You All Day and Night

Mistress Phone Sex

The second he stepped through the door, I felt that familiar thrill coil in my stomach. Dressed all in black, my whip in hand, I let my eyes roam over him, savoring the way he couldn’t stop glancing at me. Tonight was ours, a secret little escape where I got to be bad, and he loved every second of it.

We’re about to indulge in some Mistress Phone Sex, though tonight isn’t just about whispers over the phone. It’s the anticipation, the stolen touches, the tension that builds because he’s handed me his weekly allowance to keep his secret… and oh, I intend to make him earn every moment of it.

I paced slowly, hips swaying, letting him see me, letting him feel the control I have over him. He loves this…the dominatrix side of me…and I love teasing him, knowing he’s craving more. Every flick of the whip, every sultry smirk, every commanding look keeps him on edge, reminding him that he’s mine for tonight.

I let him inch closer, and I lean just enough to make him wonder what I’ll do next. My voice drops lower, husky with playful threat, and I whisper promises he can’t resist. The thrill of secrecy makes everything hotter…he can’t tell anyone, and that forbidden tension makes him desperate for me.

I tease him relentlessly, walking just out of reach, letting him ache a little, knowing it makes him ache more. The way he watches me, eyes dark and hungry, makes me smirk…he’s completely under my spell, and I love it. Every playful touch, every daring move, keeps him begging for more, though he doesn’t even realize I’m the one holding all the cards.

I love when he’s begging on his knees telling me not to tell his wife about his little secret. It’s not just the allowance, the secret, or the game…it’s the heat, the thrill, the teasing power I have over him. Every week, every stolen moment, every naughty little punishment keeps him coming back, craving my presence, my control, my touch.

He knows it’s wrong. He knows he shouldn’t. And that’s exactly what makes it perfect. I’m the fantasy he can’t tell, the thrill he can’t resist, the naughty mistress who owns him all day and night, and I plan to keep him hooked until he can’t think straight without me.