Femdom Humiliation with sissy slut

I’m a Mistress who loves to command and correct the would-be charmers who think they can tame my fire. Tonight my newest plaything arrived with a glittering gift bag and that delicious look of hope. The air smelled like perfume and nerves.

“Well, well… my darling boytoy,” I purred, lounging in the doorway. “All dressed up like a proper little doll for me.” He fidgeted with his hem, stammering about presents. I waved him quiet. “Save it, my sissy slut. You’re here to serve—strip.”

He trembled but obeyed. I paced around him like a slow-moving storm, taking in soft skin and clean lines, the careful polish that told me he’d prepared for me. “Pretty thing,” I murmured. “I almost feel bad for what I’m going to do.” Almost.

I pinned him lightly to the wall, lips at his ear. “Let’s see how much of a sissy slut you really are, boytoy.”

Sissification Training & Service Rituals

I set the pace. Cute poses. Graceful turns. Kneels and holds. He stumbled, learned, and blushed beautifully while I laughed and corrected— a little humiliation, a lot of control.

When I’d had my fun, I rewarded him. “Kneel,” I said. “Hands where I tell you. Eyes up.” He served with breathless devotion, every shiver a pledge, every obedient sound a promise. Heat rolled through me, bright and steady, until I shuddered hard and let the pleasure take me.

After, he stayed right where he belonged: knees down, eyes shining, waiting for my word. “Well, well,” I chuckled, easing him back. “Looks like you finally earned your place as my loyal little sissy slut.”

I pressed a fresh pair of lace into his hands. “Get dressed. Your next lesson starts soon.” This was only the beginning—and I intend to make him perfect.