💕 How To Train A submissive Sissy 💕
How to Train a Submissive Sissy Man The air in the stone dungeon was heavy, filled with the sharp scent of polished leather and the promise of utter surrender. Ashley, an astonishing blonde bombshell, stood bathed in the low, suggestive light. Her heavy black corset hugged her hourglass figure, the rich fabric straining against the breathtaking curve of her ample bosom, a display of pure, undeniable power. High black boots clicked on the cold flagstones as she approached her kneeling subject. He was bound gently in shimmering pink satin, trembling slightly, his eyes fixed on her imposing silhouette. This man needed to be broken down, molded, and trained into perfect, feminine obedience. “Look at me, sissy,” Ashley commanded, her voice smooth and rich, a velvet declaration of dominance. “Today, your old life ends. Your education in glorious submission begins now.” She circled him slowly, allowing the sight of her perfect figure to overwhelm his senses. Her training relied not on fear, but on desire—the irresistible, agonizing hunger for a reward only she could provide. She paused, leaning in, letting her expansive cleavage hover tantalizingly close to his face, an untouchable mountain of forbidden pleasure. “Your focus will be total, your worship absolute,” she purred, her finger tracing the outline of his soft chin. “Tell me, pet, have you learned to beg yet?” A shudder ran through his entire frame, confirming her psychological hold. The silk bonds felt less like restraints and more like necessary comfort. Ashley straightened, her chest swelling with satisfaction. She lifted his gaze to meet hers, pinning him with a relentless, ice-blue stare. “The greatest joy is true servitude,” she whispered, leaning down one last time. “Now, Mistress needs to hear the truth. Tell me how desperately you crave your new leash.”