Humiliation phone sex, it’s the best is it not? Oh, you’re such a pathetic little sissy boy. It’s time for your humiliation makeover! I can’t wait to dress you up like the slutty little girl you are and parade you around for my friends to laugh at.
I grab a lacy black bra from my closet and toss it at your chest. “Put that on, faggot,” I command as I watch with amusement while your hands fumble with the clasp behind your back. Once it’s finally on, I step in front of you and adjust the cups so they accentuate your tiny tits perfectly.
Next comes a pair of black lace panties that barely cover anything – just how we like our sissy sluts dressed! You struggle to get them pulled up over those huge balls of yours before finally managing to stuff yourself into them like the disgusting cocksucker that you are.
Now for some sexy lingerie on top! A red silk corset goes next, cinching your waist tightly and pushing out what little chest you have left even more prominently than before. Then comes a short black skirt that barely covers your ass cheeks when combined with those ridiculous high heels we made sure were part of this ensemble earlier today (which also happen to be strapped onto each one).
Finally, just because we can never resist adding an extra layer of humiliation…a frilly white apron goes over everything else – complete with ruffles along its hemline! Your face must be bright red by now as you stand there, looking like the pathetic little sissy girl we’ve turned you into.
I grab my phone and start snapping photos of your exposed body, laughing hysterically at every click of the camera. “Look at this disgusting faggot!” I exclaim to my friends, who are doubled over in laughter themselves. “Isn’t he just too much?”
One of them grabs the apron strings and yanks on them playfully, causing you to stumble forward slightly before regaining your balance (or rather lack thereof). Another friend steps up behind you and starts playing with those tiny tits poking out from underneath that bra – pinching them hard enough that tears well up in your eyes but not so hard that they actually hurt…because then it wouldn’t be funny anymore!
We continue like this for what feels like hours: taking pictures, touching inappropriately, making lewd comments about how pathetic our little sissy slut looks dressed up like this…all while laughing maniacally at every moment. And all because deep down inside where no one can see or hear us – including ourselves sometimes – we get off on reducing others to nothing more than objects of humiliation…and maybe even lustful desire once they’re completely broken down emotionally enough by our cruel gamesmanship.
Forced feminization combined with diaper play time will teach you right, sweet sissy baby. We are going to have a lot of play time, cutie.
