Sissy training is my thing. Once upon a time, in the heart of the city, there was a sissy slut trainer named Mistress Peace. She had a passion for turning pathetic little men into obedient sissy whores who would do anything she said. Her first project was a young man named Justin. She began by dressing him in pink panties and a frilly bra, making him wear high heels, and shoving a dildo up his tight little ass.
“That’s it, Justin,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Show me how much of a slut you really are.”
Justin winced as he pushed the dildo deeper inside himself, but he knew better than to complain. Mistress Peace was merciless when it came to training her sissy sluts. She made him practice sucking on dildos until his jaw ached and his lips were raw. She even made him wear lipstick and blush, turning him into a living doll.
As the days went by, Justin became more and more submissive. He learned to love the feeling of wearing women’s clothes and the taste of his own cum on his lips. He became accustomed to the pain of being fucked by dildos and the humiliation of being called names like “faggot” and “sissy.” But he also learned to please Mistress Peace in other ways, like cooking her favorite meals and cleaning her house.
One day, Mistress Peace introduced him to her black friends. They were huge men with even bigger cocks than hers. They laughed at Justin as he trembled before them, but Mistress Peace assured them he was ready. She had trained him well.
The first time they took him, it was brutal. They fucked him in every hole imaginable, making him scream and beg for mercy. But through it all, Mistress Peace stood by, watching with a mix of satisfaction and amusement. She knew that Justin was hers now, body and soul.
Over time, Justin became more accustomed to the pain and pleasure of being used by these men. He learned to take their insults and their rough hands, all while serving them drinks and massaging their feet. He was their little sissy slut, and he loved every minute of it.
Mistress Peace continued to train other men, each one more pathetic than the last. She loved seeing them transform from clueless fuckboys into obedient sissy whores. She reveled in their pleas for mercy and their cries of pain as she pushed them to their limits. And when they were finally broken, she would introduce them to her black friends, knowing that they would never be the same again.
In the end, Mistress Peace had created a harem of sissy sluts who would do anything she said. They were her little playthings, her toys, and she loved every second of their submission. She was the queen of their world, and they were all just worthless cocks in her eyes.
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