My little guys were far too masculine for my liking. It was time to strip that arrogance away. I started by shaving every inch of their bodies, leaving their skin smooth and sensitive. I forced them into frilly pink panties and tight corsets that pinched their waists, molding them into the sissies I desired.
“Kneel,” I commanded, my voice cold. They dropped instantly. I made them dress in lace stockings and high heels, forcing them to walk in circles until their calves burned. I spent hours drilling them on their new identities, making them repeat, “I am Mother’s little sissy slut,” while I slapped their reddened cheeks. To ensure they understood their place, I used a heavy strap on their asses, leaving deep red welts across their soft skin. By the end of the first week, the rambunctious puppies were gone; only my obedient, trembling sissies remained.
Now came the labor. I dressed them in tiny, sheer maid uniforms—white aprons barely covering their rounded asses and lace headbands perched on their wigs. They spent their days scrubbing floors on their hands and knees, their tits bouncing under the thin fabric.
When they weren’t cleaning, they were my slaves. I tethered them to the bedposts with leather cuffs, leaving them naked and exposed. I spent the afternoon playing with them, using a ribbed dildo to stretch their tight assholes. I shoved the toy deep inside Leo, making him moan as I pumped it in and out, while I used my fingers to stretch Marcus’s hole wide. I forced them to lick my toes and worship my feet, treating them like the filth they were. They learned that their only purpose was to serve my whims and keep their holes open and ready for whatever I decided to shove inside them.
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