Sissy training commenced as Freya, a ravishing raven-haired milf with piercing blue eyes, stood poised over her kneeling subject. Her towering physique and sensuous curves cast a domineering aura as she gripped the boy’s chin, forcing him to meet her stern gaze.
“Your masquerade as a girl is over, you pathetic sissy,” Freya sneered, her husky voice dripping with contempt. “Now, beg for your Mistress’s forgiveness like the worthless little fucktoy you are.”
The boy whimpered, squirming in his bonds as Freya effortlessly hoisted him into the air. His feminine ensemble, once a playful indulgence, now felt like a humiliating prison as she exposed his trembling cock and tits to her leering inspection.
“Frequently servicing this slutty snatch has made you soft and weak, boy,” she admonished, roughly fondling his pendulous breasts. “Unless you want to remain a sissy, you’ll need to get used to taking a real cock – one that doesn’t belong between your legs.”
Freya’s own juices dripped down her thigh as she plucked a dildo from her bedside table, the thick rubber shaft glistening with lubricant. With deliberate slowness, she teased the toy between the boy’s labia, stretching and violating his tender folds.
“You’re not meant to pleasure women, sissy,” she taunted, gradually increasing the pace of her thrusts. “You’re built for a man’s pleasure, to be used and abused like the worthless sissy cunt you’ve become.”
