Mistress Zola

Force Sissy training sessions were Mistress Zola’s specialty, and her latest white pawn, Twinkle, was about to receive a stern education in submission. Zola, a buxom beauty with a fiery spirit, towered over her cowering prey, her cleavage spilling from a low-cut corset. Master D. Woods, her hulking BBC bull, loomed in the shadows, proud to serve his dominant queen. “Strip, you pathetic lil’ sissy,” Zola commanded, her rich drawl dripping with disdain. Twinkle trembled as he complied, revealing a scrawny frame and a pert, hairless anus. Zola swooped in, prodding the pink rosebud with a thick, black candle. “Look at this tiny hole, D. Woods. It won’t fill up just from my fingers, will it?” The master bull grunted in agreement, his impressive dick straining against his mesh briefs. Zola secured Twinkle to the Spanish horse, his pale back exposed. “Time for a lesson in worship,” she purred, cracking a leather paddle against his ass cheeks. Twinkle yelped as the paddle connected, leaving red marks on his tender flesh. Zola alternated between the implement and her hard, manicured nails, scratching and spanking until he was covered in welts and begging for mercy. “Remember, sissy, since you can’t service a real man, you’ll pleasure Mistress Zola,” she sneered, forcing her fingers into his mouth. “Suck! Show me that pretty pink tongue.” Twinkle hungrily devoured her digits, slobbering and drooling as she pulled them free. Zola laughed cruelly, leading him to a pile of fluffy toys. “Now, suck on these, you needy twink. Maybe if you’re good, Mistress will let you taste her juices later.” As Twinkle serviced the toys, Zola turned to Master D. Woods, her gaze smoldering with lust. “I think it’s time for our lessons, darling. Detach Twinkle and dump him on that bench. I want him open and ready for your cock.” The bull complied, manhandling the exhausted sissy and positioning him for a brutal anal reception. Zola watched with a wicked grin as D. Woods plunged into Twinkle’s violated hole, relishing the sissy’s pitiful moans. “Look at that, white boy,” she taunted. “Master’s BBC is stretching you wide open, just as I taught him. Now, Twinkle, you’ll learn to scream for cock, not cream for toys.”