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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mommy Anna was organizing a special birthday surprise for Sissy Baby Tami. After all, it was this little Sissy Baby’s birthday. She was going to be a year older, and all the more naughty, slutty and filthy! Mommy Anna was preparing things in the nursery. Mommy Kayla, Mommy Amber, and Mommy Zoey all came to set up the decorations, they managed to find the most poofy pink dress for Tami, with matching pink stockings and little Mary Janes, and let’s not forget Tami’s most favorite hair bow toe that was in a shape of a little mini cock barrette!

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

My favorite sissy was already kneeling when I walked in, hands resting in his lap like the obedient little doll he was. Silk panties hugging that useless bulge. Lips glossed, eyes wide, eager. My favorite sissy. “Good girl,” I purred, running my fingers through his wig. “You’ve been waiting patiently, haven’t you?” He nodded quickly. “Yes, Mistress.” I leaned down and kissed his cheek—soft, slow. Then slapped the other one. Just hard enough to make his lip tremble. “Speak when spoken to, baby.” He whimpered. God, I loved that sound.

I made him crawl behind me to the bed, swaying my hips just to watch him squirm. He was already leaking through his panties—so easy, so desperate. “Take them off,” I ordered, and he did, revealing that pathetic little clit of his. I giggled. “Oh baby… still small. Still so useless. But you’re so pretty, aren’t you?” I dragged my nails down his chest.

“You’ll never fuck me like a man. But that’s not what you’re for.” He moaned as I pushed him on the bed, straddling his face. “This is your purpose, slut. You serve. Must worship and satisfy.” I lowered my pussy onto his mouth and he moaned Continue reading “My Favorite Sissy” →

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I received the most interesting letter today from one of my favorite submissives! I hope you enjoy reading about how he craves being my sissyslut whore!

“My dear Mistress Diana,

I come to you today full of yearning and desperation. Beneath the façade of the strong, confident man I must be, a submissive, aching need has been growing and consuming me. I am so tired of always having to be in charge, of never being able to truly let go and surrender control. My job demands a leader, but my body and soul cry out to be led.

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mommy was determined to bring Tami back to the nursery, she grabbed Tami and carried her there, Tami twirled Mommy’s hair while being carried, and when they entered, Mommy made sure to shut the door, behind them, lock it and even double bolt it. Mommy brought Tami over to the change table and told Tami that she had to diaper her. No regular diapers for this baby, only plastic scrunchy ones, and Mommy put on little socks on Tami along with a pink, short frilly dress, that was short, one could see Tami’s diapies underneath if she so much as sneezed.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

My sissy, Stella. She keeps me constantly on my toes (and occasionally reaching for the headache medicine). Let’s be clear, I adore her. I truly do. But sometimes, dealing with her is an interesting process. Now, the allure of having a sissy is obvious, isn’t it? The delicate dresses, the painstakingly applied makeup and perfect hair, the eager-to-please attitude. It’s all very appealing, if you know what I mean. She’s a blank canvas ripe for artistic expression and lets me do anything and everything to her holes. And believe me, I’ve been expressing myself.

But here’s the kicker: my little darling? She’s still got a few…Um…Glitches in the system. There are days when she’s the epitome of feminine grace, fluttering around in fancy dresses and stockings and lace, batting her eyelashes with the precision of a seasoned professional. Then, BAM! Out comes the “boy voice.” You know, that deep, gravelly rumble that belongs on a construction site, not coming from a vision swathed in pink chiffon!

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

My boyfriend Bob and I were dreaming of an epic vacation to Hawaii – thought we’d soak up the sun, sip Mai Tais, and fuck like a pair of honeymooners. It was going to be bliss!

But leave it to that dummy to go and mess things up for us. He got himself fired from his cushy office job. Can you believe it? I was furious! All my daydreams of palm trees and piggyback rides on the beach were dashed. So I decided to take matters into my own hands.

I had a plan – a deliciously wicked plan. Poor Bob was bewildered when I marched into the bedroom brandishing makeup, wigs, and a heap of slutty outfits. “What the hell is all this, babe?” he asked, eyes wide as saucers. I just smirked. “It’s time for you to pay for our trip, one way or another.”

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Miss Anna wanted to go shopping, so she summoned her slave. He came diligently running. ‘’Yes, Miss Anna?’’. Come with me, she said. We’re going shopping, I need some new clothes. ‘’Yes Miss Anna, I’ll do whatever you say.’’ ‘’Wait!” said Miss Anna. You’re not accompanying me like that, put on some of my slutty clothes, that way we can match. ‘’Please Miss Anna,’’ her slave pleaded ‘’I can’t possibly wear that, Ill be so Humiliated!’’ ‘’That’s the whole point!’’ replied Miss Anna ‘’Now hurry up and put these on.’’ And with that, Miss Anna handed him a pair of fishnets, a slutty short skirt,  a tight-fitting top, and a bra and thong to wear underneath. She made him slip into her high heels and off they went.

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Stormy Night

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Kara 1844-332-2639 ext 306

It was a stormy night, the rain pourin’ down in sheets as I sat parked in the deserted lot. I’d been drivin’ around aimlessly, restless and horny as all get out. That’s when I noticed the other car, parked a few spaces over. Through the rain-streaked window, I could make out the silhouette of a man sittin’ inside. An idea struck me, wicked and sudden. With a mischievous grin, I slipped my hand beneath my skirt, my fingers findin’ my damp panties. I rubbed myself through the fabric, bitin’ my lip to stifle a moan. The man in the other car seemed to be watchin’ me, his face obscured by the darkness. Emboldened, I hooked my fingers in the waistband of my underwear and slid them down my legs, kickin’ them off onto the passenger seat.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

The cage around your dick was a constant reminder of my control, a symbol of your submission to me. I licked my lips, desire pooling in my core as I took in your feminine form, your makeup expertly applied, your dress hugging your curves in all the right places. “Come here, my sweet,” I called out, my voice low and commanding. You looked up, your eyes wide and full of anticipation. You knew what was coming, and you were eager for it. You walked towards me, your heels clicking against the hardwood floor, your hips swaying seductively.

I reached out and grabbed your wrist, pulling you towards me. You gasped, your body colliding with mine. I could feel your heart pounding, your breath hitching in your throat. I leaned in, my lips brushing against your ear. “Tonight, you’re going to learn to please men,” I whispered, my voice dripping with authority. You nodded, your eyes full of lust and desire. I led you to the bed, my fingers digging into your soft skin. I pushed you down onto the mattress, your body bouncing slightly. I straddled you, my skirt riding up to reveal my bare thighs. I reached

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Ever since you were a young, I have noticed there was something off about you as a boy. Especially since I knew you were a bit different than the average boy, not being interested in sports and action figures… At least not in the “normal” way typical boys would be. I would catch you gawking at the sports players on TV, and telling me how cute each player was. You didn’t care what sport it was. Whatever Daddy put on, you were instantly hypnotized by all that masculine ass across the screen. In your late teen years, Daddy had noticed and overheard our conversations in private. He heard about what you loved about the sports he had switched onto television…

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