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Corey was already kneeling when I walked into the living room, a soft, almost imperceptible tremor running through his body. He was dressed precisely as I’d instructed: an old, faded t-shirt that was clearly too small for him, barely covering the lacy bra I’d made him wear underneath. His hair, usually neatly styled, was a mess, indicating he’d spent the morning cleaning my apartment, just as I’d ordered.
“Good morning, little piggy,” I purred, settling onto the plush velvet armchair opposite him. He swallowed hard, his eyes – wide and pleading – fixed on my designer slippers. “Good morning, Mistress.” His voice was raspy, laced with a familiar mix of shame and fervent eagerness. It was a sound I’d grown to enjoy, the sound of a man willingly surrendering his power, his dignity, his very livelihood. “Such a compliant sissyboy, aren’t you?” I let the words hang in the air, watching him flinch slightly, then visibly melt into the humiliation. “Have you been a good little finsub and followed my instructions to the letter?”
Corey Is Such a Good Sissyboy Finsub
“Yes, Mistress,” he breathed, his hand fumbling for his phone. “Every extra shift, every bit of overtime. It’s all here.” He held up his screen, the numbers stark and clear. The total was impressive. I knew exactly what he’d given up for this. Dinners out with friends, that new gaming console he’d mentioned, perhaps even his grocery budget was stretched thin. “Excellent.” I leaned forward, my voice dropping to a near whisper. “Tell me, Corey, what sacrifices did you make this week to ensure you get attention from your Mistress? Don’t hold back. I want to hear every pathetic detail.”
He shivered, his eyes still fixed on my feet, as if worshipping the very ground I walked on. “My new work shoes…I bought the cheapest ones I could find. And…and I’ve been eating ramen noodles for three days, Mistress. It’s nothing, though. Being with you is paramount.” A slow smile spread across my face. This was the good part. This was where his financial pain became my pleasure, his humiliation my power. “Ramen noodles, you say? How quaint.” I tapped the ‘bill now’ button on my phone, the notification chiming a small, victorious tune. “Thank you, little piggy. Your devotion is noted.”
I shifted, crossing one leg over the other. “You know,” I mused, more to myself than to him, “I saw the most exquisite silk scarf online yesterday. It would look simply divine with my new coat.” I glanced down at him, feigning surprise. “Oh, right. That’s what your devition will be buying for me. Isn’t that just wonderful?” Corey’s face flushed a deep crimson, a shaky smile stretching across his lips. “Yes, Mistress,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “It’s perfect. I’m so glad I could contribute to your beauty.”
“Such a good boy,” I cooed, standing up and walking over to him. I extended my hand, and he immediately grasped it, bringing it to his lips, reverently kissing my knuckles. “Now, go make yourself useful. My laundry isn’t going to fold itself, is it?” He scrambled to his feet, eyes shining with a strange, submissive joy. “Yes, Mistress! Right away, Mistress!”
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