Mistress Kay

Sweetheart…

I can still feel the way he stretched me, thick and unrelenting, while my favorite married paypig knelt in the corner wearing his prettiest pink dress — the one with the ruffled hem that barely covers his caged little clit.

With me, draining a wallet is never just about the money. It’s about ownership. And this particular little sissy has given me everything: his secrets, his shame, his bank accounts, and most deliciously, his complete obedience.

He sat there, lace stockings pulled tight, pink satin heels locked on, wig perfectly in place, watching every thrust as that big black cock claimed what will never be his. My back arched against the velvet headboard, full tits spilling over the top of my crimson corset, nipples hard from the sheer power of it all. Each deep stroke pushed more of his cum inside me until I was dripping, swollen, marked.

And my sweet crossdressing paypig? He just whimpered. Because that’s what real ruin does — it turns jealousy into devotion, humiliation into addiction.

When it was over I simply spread my thighs wider and crooked one finger. “Clean your Mistress, love.” He crawled forward on his knees, pink tulle rustling, lips trembling as he buried his face between my legs. Tongue lapping, sucking, swallowing every thick drop of another man’s release while I scrolled through his banking app — watching the balance drop with every fresh tribute he’d already sent just to be allowed in the room.

“You want to go home and fuck your wife tonight, don’t you?” I purred, fingers twisting gently in his wig. “Want to pretend you’re still a man for a few pathetic minutes?”

He nodded, face slick with cum and tears of need. “Please, Mistress Kay…”

I smiled, slow and cruel. “Then show me how much I’m worth to you. Show me exactly how deeply you want to serve.”

The notifications started coming fast — $100, $175, $225… Each one made my clit throb harder than the last. When the total crossed $500 I finally leaned down, voice low and velvet-wrapped steel.

“That’s my good little bitch. You may go home and fuck your wife tonight… but only because you paid for the privilege. Only because you proved — again — that your orgasms, your marriage, your entire secret sissy life belong to me.”

His wife still has no idea what a kinky, naughty little crossdressing slut he really is. She never will.

But you… you’re already aching to take his place, aren’t you?

Call me.
Tribute first.
Let me own you completely.