When you are training to be my sissy there is one main rule you must remember. I am your Alpha. Yes, I am a female, so? You call yourself a man to your colleagues but when you step into my room you’re my slave. When I get my hot black slit fucked my sissy boy better be there ready to beg to suck the cum out of my twat and clean it all up. Before you can you must also thank the man who filled me up for allowing you to taste his yummy load. You’re lucky I let you get this close to my beautiful pussy because your little dick can’t even begin to satisfy me. Even during the nastiest times you will be around to be my sissy will be in training! I refuse to rough up my delicate ass after taking a shit when I can just have my bitch clean my shit and piss with his face. Being a sissy in training has its perks though! You get to spend all the time I want you to with me!
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Mommy’s Boy Becomes A Real Sissy
I told you the next time I caught you in Mommy’s panties there were going to be consequences. Knowing you could not resist doing it, no matter how many times mommy told you, I planned for such an occasion. I o into my room and get the new outfit I have bought for you. When I present you with your pretty pink dress, blonde curly wig, white stockings, and ruffly panties, you complain. You say you don’t want to dress as a sissy, you only want mommy’s panties. I tell you there will be no more half assed crossdressing. Since you want to wear panties so much. you will wear the complete outfit. Hearing the sternness in Mommy;s voice, you begin to comply. You put on the ruffly panties quickly, loving the way the satin and lace feels as it glides over your cock. More hesitantly, you put on the dress and wig. Not knowing how, Mommy helps you get into the stockings. The feeling of the silky stockings is overwhelming as it slides up your skin and I see your erection begin to grow. Mommy knew you would love this. A cute pair of Mary Jane shoes complete your outfit. You say you feel ridiculous, but your rock hard cock tells another story. Now its time for Mommy’s little sissy boy to service Mommy. My pussy is dripping wet and ready for your tongue. Oh, you thought you would fuck me? No, sissy’s don’t get to fuck Mommy. Sissy’s serve Mommy and Mommy’s friends with their tongues. You will get me prepared and watch Mommy fuck a really big cock. After I am finished I will need you to clean my pussy for me. That’s right, you will suck all the cum from Mommy’s pussy. I know you love the taste of male cum just as much as you love putting on these sissy clothes. If you are a really good boy, I may even let you suck my pussy juice off my friend’s cock. You always did want to suck a great big cock, didn’t you?
Sissy Boy Mommy Belives in Public Shaming
As a sissy boy mommy, you would be surprised at the number of sissy fairy fags that call and email me. Not all my brats are created equally. Most of my boys are men, but I have one son who just never manned up, so I made him my sissy maid. Subsequently, this gave me hands on experience with sissy training and humiliation. But as a mommy of a sissy boy, nothing could prepare me for the company mascot. That is correct. We have a company mascot and she does not wear some silly animal costume and sing cheerleader type songs. She is a fairy princess in a pink frilly dress, often poopy panties , who oinks like a pig and acts like a total flaming sissy fairy fag. She deserves public ridicule and perpetual teasing & sissy shame.
So, I decided to take some time and shame this poopy pansy properly. Some may say she is a man pretending to be a sissy fairy fag because she is humiliation pig. I say she is a sissy fairy fag pretending to be a man Monday through Friday 9-5 because she has accepted her role as a submissive sissy slave to Goddess Levi and all her sexy phone sex sluts. She attempts to act like a man at her job simply to make the kind of money necessary support a company of hot bitches. The act is not on the phone with us, but at work among the real men.
Sissies like my son and like the company mascot serve very important functions to dominant women like myself. They are our maids, fetching us whatever we want whenever we want it. They clean for us so we can save our energy for fucking the real men. They pay us tributes for being exposed to their silly asses and because they recognize our superiority. But, mostly they give us hours of laughter oinking like pigs and jumping through whatever hoop we put in front of them. Like this pathetic, shameful, ruffle panty wearing sissy, you don’t have to act on the phone with me. I know you are a real sissy in need of public sissy shaming and ridicule.