Forced Sissy
Forced sissy is the sweetest sound in the world when it comes from a man who still thinks he has a choice. Juliette and I had him on his knees between us, already dressed in the pink panties and tiny skirt we’d chosen. He kept insisting he wasn’t really a sissy. We just smiled and kept going. I held his chin while Juliette locked the chastity cage on tighter. Every time he squirmed I made him thank us for the privilege of being locked.
We spent the next hour layering pure humiliation on him. I made him kiss Juliette’s boots while she filmed. Then she made him kiss mine. We took turns telling him exactly how pathetic he looked, how small he was, how lucky he was that two women were even wasting time on him. He tried to stay quiet at first. That didn’t last. By the time we had lipstick smeared across his face and a plug seated deep inside him, he was already whispering “yes Mistress” without being told.
Juliette and I took turns using his mouth while the other sat back and laughed. We made him clean us both, then ordered him to describe how much he loved being our forced sissy. The more he resisted, the harder we pushed the humiliation. By the end he was crying, hard in that little cage, and begging us not to stop. That is when the real training begins — when the fight leaves and only the need to please remains.
Some nights we keep him on the phone afterward and walk him through every second of it again. Phone sex lets us keep the humiliation fresh even when we’re not in the same room. We take turns describing how he looked, how he sounded, how completely we owned him. He stays locked and aching until we decide he’s suffered enough. Most nights that takes a very long time.
If you think you can handle being trained by both of us, you already know where to find us. Come ready to lose everything that still feels like manhood.
— Kitty