Tag: Forced feminization

Sissy panties stay on when I am plowing your ass

Sissy panties cling to your ass as I ram my thick strap-on deep inside you, my movements brutal and unforgiving. You squirm and moan beneath me, pathetic in your desperation.

Yet, I pity your confusion. You think this is forced, that I’m somehow manipulating you into the submissive sissy whore. But I know better.

This is fate, you dumb slut, your true purpose as a feminized sex toy. I am merely the instrument of your destiny.Sissy panties

Before I pound into your desperate hole, I’ll rip off your man costume that hides your proper form. Beneath it, I’ll find a trembling, needy sissy, aching to be dressed in frilly lingerie and made into a proper fucktoy. And so I strip you bare, exposing the soft, feminine skin and curves that were always meant to be displayed for my pleasure.

I fill you with my giant strap-on, the thick rubber stretching your ass open as I ride you hard and fast. Your moans of ecstasy are music to my ears, confirming that you were always meant to be a slut for strap-ons like mine. I’ll use them all on you, each one a reminder of your place as a feminized sissy whore at my mercy.

Your panties might stay on, as I claim your hole, but they do nothing to hide the truth – you’re a filthy slut, and you love it. I’ll dress you in more of those flimsy panties, along with pigtails, garters, and a tight silk corset, until you’re unrecognizable as anything but a professionally trained sissy fucktoy.

And when I’m done with you, you’ll know without a doubt that it was always meant to be this way. Your slutty sissy hole will be drenched in thick cum, and the irreversible Forced feminization will define you forever. Thanks to me you drown in cum!

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.

Forced Feminization Firsts With My Little Brother

Forced FeminizationForced Feminization became my first Love with my Little Brother. He was such a pain in the ass, as a Teen I caught him trying on my favorite pair of fuck me pumps, more than once. I was smart enough to snap a few pics of him with my phone. When our parents left, I decided I was going to make him my little sissy bitch boi. I was going to turn his ass all the way out.

Mom and Dad Left and I sailed on his ass. “Undress Now! ” I yelled at him playing his stupid video games. “Shaddup Bri, I’m playing with the boys” I quickly grabbed my phone and pulled up the pic of him sache’ing his ass around in my stilettos. “Maybe I should Show the boys, this then”

His Jaw hit the floor

“Gotta go guys my sister needs me” He said stammering. I giggled knowing I now had the upper hand. He started bitching and trying to get my phone. “Delete that shit” He demanded. ” What you gonna do for me?” I asked slyly. “Anything you want” He said defeated. I smiled and my nipples got hard. I was proud to defeat his ass. He needed to keep his paws off my stuff.

First, I made him strip down naked in front of me. Then, I dressed him In my frilliest bright pink lacey thong, with a black and pink sheer cami tank top and then wide holed fishnet thigh highs, with my clear stripper steppers. As soon as I beat his face to the Gawds, and made him look like a doll face fuck toy. I made him suck on one of my toys, jamming it all the way down his little sissy throat.

“It’s Like I never Had a brother at all, You are a much better Little Sister, Now walk…”

He walked like a brand new baby deer. Long Legs and Shaking Ass. He Did have a cute lil butt though. So Glad I set up that camera in my room. It caught every bit of his catwalk debut. Sissy Faggy Fuck!  I knew exactly what I was gonna do, turn my Little Bro, into a total butt slut!!!

Check me out on Twitter

Phone Domination Zuri Commands You From Morning Until Night

Phone Domination

Wake up. You are mine from the moment your eyes open. Phone Domination is not a game to me. It is control, attention, and obedience, and you already know your place. Every time your phone lights up, I expect you ready. No hesitation. No excuses.

I see how fast you check your screen. Good. I want that reflex. I want you alert, waiting, tense. My messages are simple, direct, and demanding because you do not need softness. You need direction. Sit where I tell you. Move when I say move. Stay exactly where you are until I decide otherwise.

By midday, I have you completely focused. Your thoughts drift back to me even when I am silent. That is how deep this goes. You wonder when I will speak again, what I will ask next, and whether you are doing enough to please me. That hunger keeps you sharp. I enjoy knowing I can pull your attention away from anything at any moment.

As the day drags on, I tighten my grip. I push you harder, not because you cannot handle it, but because I want to see how far you will go without questioning me. Every response you send proves how well you listen. Every command you follow reminds you who is in charge.

Night comes, but I do not release you. I want you aware of me even in the quiet. When your phone buzzes one last time, you feel it settle deep. You spent the entire day under my command, and tomorrow will be no different. I decide when it starts, when it ends, and how completely you give in.

Forced Sissy Training, your pathetic penis belongs in a thong anyway.

Forced Sissy Training

Forced Sissy Training is when I get to turn you into the daughter I’ve always wanted.

I’ve been pissed since the day you were born that you’re stuck with that pathetic penis.
It was never going to make you a real man, so listen to me and accept what you are—my beautiful, obedient little girl.

I think you’d look extra pretty with mommy’s panties and bra on. Let’s stuff the bra so you look like a mini-me with huge tits. 

I fit your tiny cock perfectly into my thongs—it’s like it was meant to be. Now all you need is some makeup and a wig to make that mug of yours look like a real whore.

Thigh-high stockings and high heels will complete the look to turn you into my precious slutty little good girl. 

 

Little bitches follow us on X

Sissy Training with Zuri Leading The Way to Obedience

Sissy Training

Sissy Training starts the second Zuri steps in.

She doesn’t speak…  she just looks at them with that bored, unimpressed stare that makes grown men feel like idiots.

Three trainees.

Three wannabe tough guys.

Three egos she’s about to snap in half.

Her whip taps against her thigh as she walks past them like they’re furniture she’s already tired of.

Then the cocky one opens his mouth.

“You’re really doing the whole ‘strict act’ tonight, huh”

CRACK.

The whip slices across his back before he finishes the sentence.

He jerks. The others freeze.

Zuri rolls her eyes like she’s annoyed he even exists.

“You barely breathed and you already irritated me,” she says flatly. “Impressive.”

He tries to straighten up. “I wasn’t…”

CRACK.

She doesn’t even aim hard this time… she aims to humble them.

“Don’t explain,” she snaps. “I don’t care.”

She steps right in front of him, grips his chin so tight he winces.

“You think I need your commentary? You think I asked for your opinion? No. I asked you to stand there and shut up, and somehow that’s already too advanced for you.”

She shoves his face away like she’s wiping dirt off her hands.

The other two stand perfectly still, terrified of even thinking too loudly.

Zuri turns to them slowly.

“What?” she asks, eyebrow raised. “You confused? Want to try your luck too?”

They shake their heads immediately.

“Smart,” she mutters. “At least someone here has a brain cell.”

She starts pacing again, the whip dragging lightly behind her.

“You’re all here because you need structure. Correction. Someone to fix whatever disaster you call a personality. And lucky you—” she smiles without warmth, “I’m in the mood to break things down tonight.”

Her gaze slides back to the cocky one.

“You. Front of the line. If you’re going to waste my time, do it where I can see you.”

He moves instantly.

“Took you long enough,” she says under her breath.

She circles all three, every step slow and cruelly deliberate.

“Here’s how this works,” she says. “You breathe when I allow it. You speak only when spoken to. You hold your head up unless I decide you don’t deserve to.”

She stops behind them.

Let the silence choke them.

“And if any of you get brave” she flicks the whip so fast it whistles, “I will knock that little confidence spark out of you so hard you’ll forget what standing up straight feels like.”

No one even swallows.

Zuri smiles, mean and satisfied.

“That’s better,” she says. “Now let’s get started.”

She steps forward, voice razor‑sharp:

“Welcome to obedience training. Don’t embarrass yourselves tonight.”

 

Taboo Phone Chat – I only want to hear your nastiest thoughts!

Taboo Phone Chat

 

I only want to hear about your nastiest, most taboo fantasies. Hearing about all the risky, frowned-upon, horny things you think about and fantasize about only turns me on more. What is the most twisted shit you’ve ever thought? 

I want to hear about whatever sick twisted shit you want to stick your dick in. Is it the fact that you love to make me cry or want me to hear fucked up shit?

Or is it that you that you want to fuck my daughter? I want to hear it, maybe you want to rape me, hold me down till I’m begging you to stop. Or is it that you want me to be in accomplished with you, or you play with my family?

Tell me all your secrets babe. I like how naughty you can be. What makes you think that you are the perv for me? I only want the worst of the worst, the man who can think the sickest, nastiest, most perverted shit. Can you outdo the other guys?

 

Forced feminization brings you to the reality you’re a bitch

Forced feminization was the transformation that finally allowed you to awaken to your true, innermost nature – that of a submissive, cock-craving bitch. Your journey began as a naive, untrained slave, unaware of the depths of depravity and pleasure that awaited. Forced feminizationI, Mistress Emerson, a dominatrix of unparalleled skill and Sadistic charm, had a clear vision for you. I saw in you the potential to become a slobbering, kneeler-in-praise cock slut, and I was determined to mold you into my ideal femboy plaything.
Under my watchful eye and commanding touch, you slowly began to emerge from your shell, your once-masculine persona melting away like wax before a furnace.
Me and my domme girlfriends and I love to party with submissive bitch sluts, You can be our center piece after showing me how deep you can take a thick cock.
You’ll be forced to your knees, where you’ll eagerly service our strap-ons with your lips and tongue, hungrily slurping them up. I know you will make your Phone dominatrix proud and choke on any cock I tell you to!

 

Femboy Training my Straight Boyfriend

Femboy Training

 

I thought it would be hot and sexy to put my boyfriend through some Femboy training. I know deep down he wants to be submissive to me and let me fuck that tight little asshole of his, but he is too shy to say something. 

Guess I will just have to force him into being my good little slut tonight!

When I came home, I immediately told him to strip all his clothes off.

“Good Boy, I have a present for you.” 

As he’s standing there naked, boner raging, I tossed him some pretty pink thong panties and thigh high stockings to match. 

“Tonight, you’re not a boy. You’re going to be my pretty little femboy. My sissy slut to dress and fuck”.

Watching him try to stuff his cock into these panties is making me wet. 

Now it’s time for Makeup, I want to look like the dirty little nasty whore I get to fuck. Mascara running down your face after I choke you with my fattest dildo. 

I can’t wait to flip you over and tear up your little fart box and make you the whore of the bedroom for once. 

Sissy Humiliation Training with Mistress Tanya

Sissy Humiliation Training

Sissy humiliation training would be perfect for a small cocked fag like you. That’s if you can even handle the punishments and embarrassment I am going to put you through. 

You’d look like a real good girl wearing my clothes, but remember, you’ll never be as hot as me.

I think you need maybe my black garter tights or my highest heels. Either way, I’m sticking that pathetic excuse you call a dick into my smallest lace G-string. 

I mean, it practically looks like you just have a clit down there! 

How sad for you! 

But we can fix you up into my well-trained baby girl. 

To keep being my pretty little embarrassment, you need to start drinking one load of cum a day like my obedient freak whore. Any good girl can eat that thick spunk any day.

You’re not a man. You’re just a problem I dress up and use as my slave.

And as my slave, you will choke on this girthy ebony strap on until I watch that pretty mascara run down your face.

But baby, this is only the first step into making you a perfect little Sissy Bitch.