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!
My sissy, Stella
“Hey, what’s up?” she’ll groan, completely oblivious to the carnage she’s wreaking on my carefully constructed image of her. And that’s when Miss Amber has to step in. “Stella,” I’ll purr, my voice dripping with honey (and a hint of something slightly more acidic), “Stop using the boy voice, you’re too pretty for that!” The sheepish “yes, Miss” that follows is usually enough to melt the polar ice caps. She knows she’s messed up. She knows she needs to recalibrate. And, bless her heart, she usually does. (Eventually.)
But the voice thing? That’s just the tip of the iceberg. The real fun begins when we get into the etiquette department. See, there’s a certain hierarchy, shall we say, in these kinds of relationships. A certain level of respect that’s expected. And in my case, that respect is manifested in the utterance of one simple, beautiful, and utterly necessary word: “Miss.”
“Yes, Miss,” “No, Miss,” “May I please have another sugar cookie, Miss?” It’s not just about the word itself, you see. It’s about the acknowledgement of the dynamic. It’s about the understanding that I’m in charge. And let me tell you, there’s nothing quite as satisfying as hearing those words, dripping with sincerity (and perhaps a tiny bit of fear), coming from her lips.
But sometimes she forgets. Maybe she’s feeling rebellious. Maybe she’s just not paying attention. Whatever the reason, she’ll occasionally slip up and address me by my first name. And that, my friends, is when the gloves come off. Now, I’m not talking about screaming, yelling, or throwing priceless porcelain figurines across the room (okay, maybe one figurine). But there’s a certain firmness that needs to be established. A gentle, but unwavering reminder that boundaries are important. That respect is paramount. And that “Miss” is not merely a suggestion, but a requirement.
Usually, a raised eyebrow and a pointed stare are enough to do the trick. If not, well, let’s just say that consequences can be creative. Extra chores, restrictions on screen time and blow jobs, making sure her clitty cage is just a little TOO tight, and the occasional confiscation of her favorite lip gloss. So, is it challenging, having a sissy who’s still a little rough around the edges? Absolutely. Is it frustrating, having to constantly remind her to speak properly and address me with the respect I deserve? You bet your sweet bippy it is.
But would I trade it for anything? Not a chance. Besides, who wants perfection anyway? Where’s the fun in that? Give me a slightly flawed, endearingly awkward sissy any day. After all, they keep life interesting. And who knows? Maybe one day, I’ll even manage to completely eradicate the “boy voice.”
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