Sissification Phone Sex with Vivian: The Night I Turned Him into My Strip Club Sissy
Sissification is my favorite game, and I knew the moment he walked into the club that he would become my newest pretty plaything. I was dancing on stage, hips swaying under the pink neon lights, when our eyes locked. He tried to look confident, but I could already see the shy little sissy hiding behind those nervous eyes.
After my set I strutted over in my tiny rhinestone bikini and six-inch heels. “You liked what you saw, didn’t you, baby?” I purred, pressing my body against his. He stammered, but his wallet came out fast. I took him to the VIP room where the real fun began. Under the soft burgundy lighting I whispered, “Tell me your secrets.” That’s when he admitted he’d always fantasized about being dressed up and used like a slut. Perfect. I smiled and told him tonight his sissification would start for real.
I made him watch me dance privately, grinding slow and dirty while I described exactly how I was going to feminize him. “Strip,” I commanded. He obeyed, trembling as I slid my own pink lace thong down my legs and made him step into it. His cock instantly strained against the delicate fabric, making a pathetic little tent. I laughed and snapped a picture on my phone. “Look at that clitty already leaking for me.”
Humiliating Him Into My Perfect Sissy
I sat him down and went to work. Lipstick, blush, heavy mascara — I turned his face into a pretty whore while I whispered filthy promises. “You’re going to be my sissy maid. My cock-sucking little bitch.” He moaned like a girl when I pinched his nipples and called him “princess.” I made him bend over the velvet couch, ass up, while I spanked him hard and described how I’d train his tight hole with my biggest strap-on.
The more humiliated he got, the harder he got. I slipped my fingers between his lips and made him suck them like a good sissy slut while I told him all the dirty things real men would do to him once I was finished. His eyes rolled back in shame and pleasure. I could smell how turned on he was.
That’s when I pulled out my phone and told him we were going to have our first phone sex session right there in the club. I dialed my private line so he could hear my voice in his ear while I continued the transformation. I made him repeat after me: “I’m Vivian’s pathetic sissy whore. My only purpose is to serve.” His voice cracked as he said it, pre-cum soaking through my stolen panties.
I described in graphic detail how I would keep him in chastity, dress him in frilly maid uniforms, and make him clean my apartment on his knees with a plug buried deep in his ass. I told him I’d invite my stripper friends over to laugh at him and use his mouth. Every humiliating word made him whimper louder. By the end he was on all fours, begging me to let his clitty cum while I fucked him with my fingers and called him every degrading name I could think of.
When I finally gave permission, he exploded into those pink panties with the most broken, feminine moan I’d ever heard. I made him thank me while licking up every drop like a well-trained sissy.
The Afterglow of His Complete Sissification
By the time the club lights came up, he was completely mine. A proud new sissy, already addicted to the shame and pleasure only I can give him. That night was just the beginning of his pretty transformation.
If you ever find yourself in my club, staring at me on stage and wondering what it would feel like to be broken and remade into my perfect girl… you already know what to do.
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