
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!


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!

Anna 1-844-332-2639 EXT 203
Mommy Anna had Sissy Baby Tami awake from the nursery. Tami tried to rub her eyes
and asked Mommy what she was doing. Mommy Anna told her that today they would be doing
special reverse Potty Training. “What’s that?” said Tami.

Anna 1-844-332-2639 EXT 203
Mommy returned Tami to the nursery, she was overdue. Overdue for punishment, for Sissy training and for being taken care of by Mommy Anna. Mommy unlocked the door and approached the crib, but was surprised to find Tami completely soaked.
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Anna 1-844-332-2639 EXT 203
Late one Friday Night, a pretty little blonde was sitting at home. He was contemplating going out,
but instead he called his Auntie Anna. She told him not to go out, that it was too late, and it
would only result in him being tired and drained the next day, instead Auntie Anna insisted she come over and keep him company.

Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463
It was a Friday night, and Dillon was chained to the wall in Mistress Melanie’s House of Pain. He was already stripped of his clothes, except for the cock cage that I put on before I chained him up. Normally Dillon dressed up in frilly little dresses for me, but he had been slacking lately, and I needed to put him back in his place. Some of my sessions only go a few hours, but this was a hardcore punishment, so he was going to be in my care all weekend.
I had all my tools of the trade laid out, including a riding crop and flogger, but I thought the flogger would be my choice for the evening. I even had a ball gag to stuff in Dillon’s mouth, so I didn’t have to hear his back talk. But I spoke too soon and he already talked back. He was begging me not to hurt him. I was a bit annoyed, but it secretly turned me on even more, because it was that much more fun to do what I needed to humiliate him.

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mistress Anna found a new Sissy Slut slave. She caged her, diapered her, and dressed her up in a French maid latex outfit. She ordered her to do chores all around the house.
Kinky Kara 1-844-332-2639 ext 306

Kinky Kara 1-844-332-2639 ext 306

Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453
“Miss Julie, we need your help with the sissy scout fundraiser again.” I heard the desperation in the sissy scout leader’s voice, and I couldn’t say no. Besides, I always have so much fun with the sissy scouts. I couldn’t wait to hear about how they were going to raise money this time. It’s always something exciting. They’ve never done anything boring and common like selling cookies. But then I realized why the sissy scout leader was so desperate. She didn’t have a plan and wanted me to come up with the fundraising idea. That really got me excited and the ideas started exploding in my mind. And I had an idea.
A friend had recently gotten the listing for the old “Best Little Whorehouse in Texas”. She said it’s being rented out for events. Perfect! I thought. All it took was a quick call and the venue was secured. Then I had a sign made. It read “BEST LITTLE SISSY SLUTS IN TEXAS”. I was ready to put them to work. I just knew it was going to be the most successful fundraiser in sissy scout history.

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
My sweet‑talking, ever‑ready sissy confessed something to me recently. She confessed that she’d been dreaming about the feel of something firm and solid pressing against her delicate, eager asshole. Something like my 10″ strap-on. She explained that being pegged was a secret fantasy that had been bubbling beneath her perky tits and talented tongue for far longer than either of us cared to admit.
Without a single hesitation, I slipped the sleek, polished strap‑on from its velvet pouch and admired its gleaming curve. I slipped the strap around my waist, feeling the weight settle against my hips. The sissy, perched on the edge of the bed, clutched the sheets with trembling fingers. “I’ve wanted this so badly, Cory,” she whispered.
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