Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
Umm, No. I see that you must have thought I was kidding when I said you were no longer allowed to wear boys’ clothing. Sorry, Sissy! It wasn’t a joke at all—no more boxers, not a single pair of briefs. From now on, you are only allowed to wear GIRLS’ clothing. That’s right; I didn’t say women’s; I said girls. That means training bras and cartoon cotton panties.
GIGI 844-332-2639 ext 299
Forced Feminization like a Slow Burn. It all has started innocently and easy: I started to trip your eyebrows so they wont look too messy. Cutting your nails, buffing them and using a translucent nail polish to make you look accurate and clean. Slowly and slowly I made you to believe, that waxing your underarms and legs is a necessity for a business guy. You did not like it all at the beginning, too painful, when I was pulling the wax strip out leaving a light redness after. But the feeling of smooth and silky skin, made you more participating and willing in the process. After a few weeks, you allowed me to wax your chest and even private parts. Now, all of your body is hairless and shiny all the time! Continue reading “Forced Feminization like a Slow Burn”
1 844 332 2639 ext 283 Mistress Pandora
To the tied up cock slut laying on my bed with your hands bound to the headboard… I told you I was going to pimp you out. You are secretly a cum guzzling cock whore. One of your MANY mistakes in judgment was thinking I was kidding. Playing truth or dare with a blonde Mistress neighbor is NEVER a good idea. Too much wine and talking can make the most vulnerable of secrets tumble out of your whore face.
Sinful Serinda 844-33-CANDY (844-332-2639), ext. 394
I could tell he had been lying to himself for some time. Trying to convince not only himself but those around him, that he was “alpha”. That he was “in charge” and “in control” of his life and his surroundings. After lying to one’s self for so long, you eventually begin to question yourself. And then you start to question reality. How much else out there is a lie? Where do the lines between fantasy and reality truly lay And then the truth comes crashing down on you. But by then, it’s too late.