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Sawyer 1844-332-2639 Ext 455
I never expected to find out the way I did we’d known each other for a couple years close enough that we talked about almost anything one evening I stopped by their place unannounced because I left a bag there the night before the door was unlocked so I walked in calling out hello.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
Most of the people in this house look at my curled chestnut hair and oversized emerald eyes, and they see a sweet little thing. But the truth is, I like breaking rules. Especially Daddy’s rules. Especially because Daddy thinks he’s a warden in a very expensive, marble floored detention center. He keeps me locked in ivory towers (aka my room, when I’ve been naughty), dresses me in cashmere, and expects me to speak in a soft, polite whisper. But I’m fundamentally and deliciously rotten.
Right now, I’m sitting on the Persian rug in the center of the study. My knees are smeared with garden mud, and are red from where I scraped myself while climbing the forbidden ivy trellis in the yard. I hear heavy footsteps echo in the hall. Suddenly, the door flies open and there’s Daddy. He doesn’t shout, though. Daddy never shouts. That’s his favorite trick. He just looks at me.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
Mark was late for our scheduled evening review by exactly four minutes. In my world, tardiness was an unacceptable lapse in discipline. “You understand why punctuality matters to me, don’t you, Mark?” I asked. My voice was purposely devoid of warmth, serving as a reminder that my patience was not an infinite resource. His eyes darted away for a split second before I tightened my grip on his chin. Just enough to demand his absolute, undivided attention.
I’d built my reputation on precision and absolute obedience, and I certainly wasn’t going to tolerate sloppy habits from anyone, especially not from Mark. “Good,” I said, while letting go of his face and stepping back slightly. “Kneel.” It wasn’t a request, nor was it phrased as a question. He dropped and his knees hitting the floor with a dull thud that echoed softly in the quiet room. I looked down at him and slowly adjusted my cuffs as I let the silence stretch out, forcing him to marinate in the consequences of his careless mistake.
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
My sub usually understood the boundaries of our dynamic, but halfway through our session he had stupidly forgotten his place. It’s as if his teeny, tiny man brain needed a thorough, ruthless scrubbing to remind him of his place when he’s in my presence. I didn’t see the point in continuing with our usual type of degradation if he was just going to be a brat, so I decided to take matters into my own hands.
“Knees,” I commanded, in that cold, flat tone he hated. He dropped to his knees instantly and looked up at me with those eager, pathetic eyes. “Mistress, I…”
Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453
Welcome Sissy Wives Club! Hope you all have been enjoying sissifying your sissy husbands with all of the sissy supplies you bought from me. I have some big news for you ladies today. Remember how I told you that everything you bought was an investment for the future? Well I had faith in the potential of your sissy husbands. So I decided to invest the profit from everything you purchased. I bought an RV and had it turned into a traveling sissy whore house on wheels. I had it wrapped in pink with the sissy whore house mascot proudly displayed on both sides. It’s a fairy bending over in little pink lacy panties and white school girl cable knee socks. But instead of a magic wand, the fairy is carrying a sparkly pink dildo! We are going to dress your sissy husbands up the same way. Then we are going to spend the rest of the summer traveling from campsite to campsite whoring out their little sissy pussies. Wait until you see how much money these little sluts can pull in!
Continue reading “Dr. Julie’s Sissy Wives Club Part 2- Sissy Whore House On Wheels”
Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449
He was so pathetic. Panting and whining, begging for my attention. The way he was right now, he’d do anything I told him. I wasn’t in the mood to indulge his pleading. I nodded to the chair in the middle of the room. “Sit.” My voice practically whips him into obeying. He scrambled to sit in the chair, and looked at me with glistening eyes.
“Take off your pants and spread your legs.” My voice still held the commanding tone. He nodded and wriggled out of his clothing. He spread his legs, but hid himself with his hands. I made a loud click with my high heel on the wood floor. “Did I say you could hide? Move your hands and show me.”
His face bloomed crimson and his eyes dropped to the ground. Pulling his hands slowly back, he revealed his cock. Already standing at attention and begging for attention. Just like his mouth had been earlier. “Look at that little thing. You really expect me to like such a pathetic nub?” A strangled noise came from his throat as his little cock twitched.
“Touch yourself.” I said, moving to sit in the chair across from him. His hand… Continue reading “A Good Little Boy”
Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
The bathroom tiles are cold under your bare knees. The little micro skirt I put you in does nothing to protect them as you bob away at the cock in your mouth. The stranger is gripping your hair and digging his cock down your throat. Every gag makes your balls throb, and your hunger for cum increases.
“No time to savor it, sissy. Look how long the line is getting.”
TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349
So you are looking for a girl you can bring home to your Mom? I’m not her, but you are too stupid to realize that until it’s far too late. I’m more than a handful in more ways than one. Starting with the obvious, does your Mom know how much you love TS cock? I’d bet she doesn’t. Should you bring me home to meet her, I can guarantee to fill her in.
Fill her in and fill her up with this big, beautiful shecock. Continue reading “I’m More Than a Handful”
Anna 1-844-332-2639 EXT 203
Mistress Anna took on a new Sissy Slut.She was so slutty, and yet delicate. She was sure to break her in. She asked her what her name was. But Mistress Anna decided to call her Missy. Little Sissy, Slutty Missy!
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
Every now and then, my little diaper princess gets a wild hair up her ass and wants to take me out to dinner as a big boy. Granted… to the world, Jared is a big, strong, sexy man who would make plenty of girls swoon. But deep on the inside is just a tiny Faggot princess who messes her huggies. I agreed to the date night with a big boy but insisted he still wear his Huggies under his Levi’s. I didn’t want to have to explain any accidents while we were out.
Jared picked a swanky little restaurant on the west side of town, and I was impressed! He made reservations for the best table! It was smack dab in the center, where everyone would see what a spoiled girl I was. A beautiful hostess sat us, and an even prettier waitress brought us menus. All was going swimmingly until Jared got a little too big for his britches. “She’ll have a salad.” He puffed out his chest like he was in charge. I shook my head, and he pointed to the table.“”Yes, you will. I said so. ” My nose wrinkled, and I laughed.