Steve, my sweet little sissy, was a mess when he came to me. A Man with a desperate plea for help, or rather, submission. He knew he was different, yearned to embrace his true self, but needed guidance.
Let’s just say, his pleads for training gave me a delicious idea. I saw the potential in his wide eyes, the eagerness to learn and please. So, I crafted a special lesson plan just for him.
Our journey began with basic grooming—a good trim and a sexy makeover to highlight his feminine features. I showed him how to walk, talk, and flirt like a real sissy. The high-pitched giggle that escaped his lips was music to my ears!
But Steve needed to learn some discipline too. So, I introduced him to my special toy box, filled with delightfully wicked devices. We started with a mild spanking, his cute bottom reddening with each strike.
As the sessions intensified, Steve’s true colors shone through. He became my eager little slut, begging for more and calling me Mistress. The roleplay was heating up, and Steve’s sissy side blossomed.
I taught him how to deep throat and took him shopping for some new, skimpier lingerie. His desperation to please was evident with each new task, and he wounding me with his adorable moans.
Steve’s transformation was a sight to behold. Frilly dresses hugged his curvy frame, and his makeup was on point—a true masterpiece. But Steve yearned for more, and I was happy to oblige.
So, I introduced him to my domme friends, and the real fun began. They say sharing is caring, right?
Steve’s journey was a delightful adventure, a tale of submission and sissy discovery. And he’s still learning—my little desperate pleaser!