Rita 844-33-CANDY Ext 413
AH HA! I fucking caught you! I knew someone was sneaking into my room and rifling through my dirty hamper, I just didn’t know it was a wanna be sissy panty sniffer!
Oh, what’s that? You don’t want to be a sissy? You just love how my musky scent lingers on the fabric after a full day of wear? Sure, sure. And you only slip the panties up your hips because you’re imagining humping your pathetic clit against me while I’m wearing them?
Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453
From the moment I met Jonathan, I knew there was a beautiful woman inside him just aching to come out. At family gatherings, everyone probably wondered why I would sit and stare at my brother in law. But the truth is that I was fantasizing about doing his makeup. And dressing him up in a dress, stockings, heels, and a little lacy bra and panty set. I’m not sure why it became such an obsession to me. I think it was just because I could feel how badly he needed and wanted it. He didn’t have to tell me, I just knew. I knew those big, blue, sultry eyes would look so sexy in a smoldering smoky eye look. The thought of coating those lush lashes in mascara for the first time had me so aroused. His perfect pouty lips were begging to be lined and filled with fuchsia, then coated in clear, sparkly gloss.
Rita 844-33-CANDY Ext 413
You made it through Locktober as a pussy free sissy doll for me, and I’m ready to give you your reward. We agreed that if you stayed locked in chastity all of October, I would let you fuck me in November. However, you know nothing ever comes easily for a loser like you.
Anal has been a hard limit for you for so long, and I’m bored with it. If you wish to claim your reward (Driving your pathetic little girly cock into my creamy, warm pussy,) you’ll have to take my fingers up your ass while you do it. LOL I knew you wouldn’t say no. I’ll make a faggot out of you soon enough.
Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
“Miss Zoey, can you make me a butt cake?” My little sissy girl asked me one day at my sissy daycare. “What are you talking about?” I asked. She took out a pencil and a little pad of paper and wrote “bukkake” and then turned the pad around to show me. “See, butt cake!” She proudly pronounced. “Well first, it’s pronounced bukkake. But it’s a very special kind of cake. You’d have to help me make it.” I told her. Her little sissy eyes lit up and she nodded excitedly. “I’d love to help you make bukkake, Miss Zoey!” She shouted and bounced up and down on her toes. Continue reading “Sissy Baby’s First Bukkake Adventure”
Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453
“Dr. Julie, Can you help me? I have a confession to make. I’m a married, straight man. But I have a deep, dark secret that I’ve never admitted to anyone before. Not even myself. I’m not sure if it’s a fantasy or a fetish. But I can’t stop thinking about it, no matter how hard I try. I’m so ashamed to admit it, but I fantasize about cock. I dream about what it tastes like, what it would feel like in my mouth, even what it would feel like inside of me. But I love my wife Dr. Julie. I’m so confused. Why do I want to drink cum so badly? The thought of a face, ass, and mouth full of cum turns me on more than anything else. I feel guilty admitting that when I have sex with my wife, I fantasize about cock. What’s wrong with me, Dr. Julie? I feel so flawed. Can you cure me?”
Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244
“I don’t think I can get out of the car like this.” The sissy blinked heavy fake lashes at me, and I laughed. It’s not like he had a choice. We’d dressed him like the sissy slut he was going to be and driven to the Adult store on the corner. The popular one with the theater in the back.
The frilly pink dress barely covered his thighs when he sat, but when he stood, the thick padding of his double diapered ass would lift it and show everyone his heavy diaper. “We drove all this way. Get out.” I slammed the door and waited by the front of the vehicle for my sissy to gather the courage it would take to step out of the car.
Mistress Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462
Hey there faggot, I know what you’re craving. You’re craving some of that chocolate dick, aren’t you? It’s the contrast of your pale skin against his dark. The thought of seeing that makes your little sissy button twitch. There’s also something about the size difference between you and a big black stud. Because not only is he much taller than you, but his dick puts that sissy button to complete shame. But that’s why you’re here isn’t it? You know his dick is far superior to yours. So, you need to feel it sliding down your throat as you suck it the way it deserves.
Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270
I’ve dressed you in stain and lace. You look like an utter slut, and that’s precisely what you’ll be for Mommy. I’ve invited over six men who are eager to fill your holes with cock and cum. The gang bang will be epic and last four hours. No matter how quickly your clit explodes. They will keep using you. Over and Over. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it, my sissy faggot? Get to your knees and crawl to the center of the circle of cock.
You’re about to be sacrificed in the name of their pleasure. Make Mommy proud and beg for what the cum you crave.
Sissy Mistress Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462
I identified him for what he truly was the moment I laid eyes upon him. It existed in the sway of his hips, the delicate manner in which he held his hand out, and the soft, effeminate tone of his voice. First, I let him know that I knew his secret even if he wasn’t aware of it himself. Then I tucked his hand into the crook of my arm, patting it reassuringly. I told him to put himself in my very capable hands. His sissy training started right then and there. When he didn’t put up even a little bit of resistance, I knew he was truly ready.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
In the early days, before we truly peeled back the layers of each other, his fascination with my past was almost insatiable. It wasn’t a judgmental interrogation, but a soft, probing quest for intimacy, as if understanding my pussy’s history was the key to understanding me.
“Your First boyfriend. What was his name?” he’d ask, his voice a low hum against my ear as we lay tangled in sheets, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw. I told him, a name I hadn’t thought of in years. He listened, rapt. Then, “How old were you when you fucked him for the first time?” His eyes searched mine, not for shock value, but for the story behind the number.