A blog for kinky folx! (18+)
Would you be proud to wear my collar and be my sweet, sexy sissy slut?
Before you answer, you must know: to be my sissy is not a form of humiliation. you will not be not lesser, you will be greater. you can be sweet for me or sexy or slutty but never a joke. My sissies are not objects of derision but my treasured girls.
I know you might feel shy. Embarrassed. Maybe even a little silly.
I assure you that you need not.
I know who you are…or who you’re hiding…or who you want to become.
You disrobe for Me.
I move closer to you and present you with a pair of silky smooth stockings or fishnets….
You pull them up, against your skin…
They feel soooo good.
Then, sexy panties glide up and gently nestle your most vulnerable parts.
I slide a pretty garter belt atop your hips…and we attach your stockings together…
Would you like that? Would you like to be pretty for me? Would you like to look sexy for your Mistress?
Do you ache to be My pretty boy? My sweet sissy? My plaything? My slut?
Does it make your cock or clitty throb to know you’re pleasing your Mistress?
Get on your knees, My sweet sexy toy, and…
Good boy…good girl…good slut.
g came for another visit. Three hours of gratifying debasement.
After establishing that his attraction to women was feigned, I tried to cure him of his faggot ways (failure), so ended up giving in and teaching him the ways of the sissy slut.
And because I knew he had a weakness for stockings, forced all My hose-covered toes in his slutty mouth…
…where they were eagerly consumed.
(My only photo because I was too focused on humiliating him. haha)
Afterward he said,
“Thank you for a lovely afternoon. It’s rare to find your combination of beauty, intellect, soulfulness, and [kink]. … You’re rare.”
Thank you, My slut!
