Corset training had always been a favorite pastime of Blake’s. There was something so incredibly satisfying about molding a young man’s body to her liking, reducing him to a fragile, vulnerable creature dependent on her every command. She’d corset-trained dozens of sissy boys over the years, each one more deliciously subjugated than the last.

Her latest project, a fresh-faced nineteen-year-old named Ethan, was no exception. With his slender frame and doe eyes, he was already responding eagerly to Blake’s strict regime. She began by dressing him in a miniature version of her own wardrobe, complete with frilly panties, tight-knit tops, and a corset that cinched his waist to a scandalously narrow point. Ethan’s protests were futile; Blake had him trained to address her as “Mistress” and beg for her approval like a good little slut.

As the days passed, Blake grew more and more sadistic in her treatment of Ethan. She’d make him crawl on all fours through the house, his tiny outfit riding up to expose his ass and balls with every movement. Then she’d punish him with a hairbrush across his thighs, leaving bright red welts in its wake. Ethan’s whimpers and tears only fueled Blake’s pleasure, and she reveled in the power she held over this delicate, helpless creature.

One evening, as Blake lounged on the couch in a sheer black negligee, she summoned Ethan with a whistle. He appeared immediately, his corseted body trembling with fear and arousal. Blake wrapped her large, thick cock in her hand, the veins pulsing with blood as she stroked it slowly. Ethan’s eyes widened in awe, his mouth watering at the sight.

“Kneel,” Blake commanded, her voice low and husky. Ethan dropped to his knees without hesitation, his hands grasping at the rug as he gazed up at her with worshipful adoration. Blake ran her dick along his cheek, the pre-cum drooling from the tip leaving a trail of slickness.

“Service me, boy,” she growled, guiding his head down onto her lap. Ethan obediently opened his mouth, allowing Blake’s cock to slide between his trembling lips. She gripped his hair tightly, using it to pull him deeper onto her shaft as she began to thrust.

Ethan gagged and choked, his eyes watering from the intrusion, but he didn’t dare pull away. Blake reveled in his distress, fucking his face with brutal abandon, saliva dripping down his chin as he struggled to breathe through his nose. The sissy boy’s ass clenched and unclenched in reflex, his tiny cock hardening in his panties at the degradation of it all.

Finally, Blake pulled away, spitting a wad of saliva onto Ethan’s cum-stained lips. “Clean me up, slut,” she ordered, jerking her cock to a quick climax before painting his eager face with her thick, hot cum. Ethan lapped it up eagerly, moaning in bliss as Blake’s essence coated his tongue.

“That’s a good little bitch,” Blake praised, patting his head condescendingly. “Now strip and present yourself for inspection.”

Ethan scrambled to obey, his hands fumbling with the corset laces until he was left standing naked, shaking and exposed before his mistress. Blake circled him slowly, her eyes roving over his skinny frame, taking in the red marks on his skin from the hairbrush and the way his balls hung low between his spread legs.

“Not bad, pet,” she purred, trailing a finger along his inner thigh. “You’re really starting to take to this sissy lifestyle, aren’t you?”

Ethan nodded meekly, his eyes downcast as he waited for her next command. Blake chuckled to herself, knowing that this boy would be hers for the taking, a forever fucktoy to be dressed up and used as she pleased. And she had a feeling that the best was yet to come.