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Forced Sissy Training Ends With A Bang

 

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The finale was a blur of leather, sweat, and cum. I had him draped over a bench, his ass high in the air, trembling. I didn’t use a toy; I used myself. I climbed on top of him, my leather skirt riding up to reveal my soaking wet pussy. I guided his cock—now leaking pre-cum and desperate—right to the edge of my heat. But I didn’t let him in. Not yet.

 

I spent ten minutes teasing him, grinding my clit against his shaft while I used my heels to pinch and pull at his nipples. I wanted him on the absolute brink of explosion. “Please, Rosemary… please let me cum,” he begged, his voice high and broken. I laughed, a cruel, melodic sound, and finally slammed down onto him, taking every inch of him in one wet, sliding motion.

 

I rode him with a violent intensity, my leather corset creaking with every thrust. I wasn’t looking for intimacy; I was claiming ownership. I watched his face as I pushed him past the point of no return. As he finally erupted, spraying hot cum deep inside me, I leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “You’re mine now. My sissy, my toy, my slave.” I climbed off him, leaving him shaking and spent on the floor. I stepped over him, the clack of my heels signaling the end of the session. He didn’t even try to move; he just lay there, completely broken and utterly mine

BBC Sissy Trainer Peace Loves Gaping Your Hole

bbc sissy trainerLet me get right into this day we had to remind you of what a good BBC sissy trainer I am. With one swift thrust, I impaled myself on your helpless body – taking you deeper than you ever thought possible! You screamed out in pain and humiliation as I began pumping away at him like a bitch in heat; grunting loudly each time I bottomed out inside you. Meanwhile, I enjoyed every second of it; moaning about how much better this felt than any actual man could ever make me feel…

As if that weren’t enough humiliation for one day, some of my black friends arrived unexpectedly during this session! They laughed hysterically at poor pathetic you being used as nothing more than a human sex toy by your own mistress while complimenting me on how well-trained you were becoming under my guidance. One even joined in on the fun by fucking you from behind while another took pictures to document every moment of your degradation!

“You like that?” I taunted between thrusts into your ass cheeks .”Tell me you love being my personal sissy slut!” But all that came out were muffled sobs mixed with pleas for mercy which only fueled my sadistic desires further… By nightfall when they were done with you, you were left a broken shell of your former self – both physically and mentally. Your once tight hole now gaped open like a sloppy mess while you lay on the floor in tears; too weak to even stand up after such an intense session.

I just laughed at my pathetic little sissy boy before ordering him to clean himself up so we could go shopping as originally planned. “You need some new clothes anyway,” I said dismissively while tossing you a pair of lacy panties and a matching bra. “And don’t forget your heels!”

You meekly obeyed your mistress’s commands, knowing that resisting would only lead to more punishment down the line… As we walked through the mall together arm-in-arm, I couldn’t help but feel proud of how far I’d come in training my own personal sissy slut. The way you wobbled around on those high heels while wearing nothing but lingerie underneath your clothes made me wet with desire…