🌹 Training A Sissy Slut To Be A Good Girl 🌹
Her radiance glows brighter than the stars — her words shimmer with power and pleasure.
THE SISSY TRAINING
Rose stood framed in the doorway, a hypnotic vision of dominance. The tight, scarlet silk dress hugged every dangerous curve, barely containing the swell of her magnificent cleavage. Her blonde hair fell in soft waves against shoulders kissed by the moonlight filtering through the blinds. She was magnificent, a breathtaking command wrapped in high heels and expensive perfume.
Her trainee was already on his knees, clad in enforced lace and delicate satin, trembling slightly beneath the intensity of her cool, demanding gaze. This was the moment the training truly began. He was here to worship, and Rose was the goddess of yearning.
“Look at you,” Rose purred, the sound gliding across the room like velvet over skin. She circled him slowly, the sound of her stilettos a rhythmic, deliberate beat against the polished floor. “Does this pretty outfit suit my little servant? Are you ready to obey every delicious demand?”
She stopped directly in front of him. The soft material of her dress brushed against his forehead, the scent of her heated skin and jasmine making his head spin. Her chest rose and fell rhythmically, an agonizingly beautiful display just inches from his face. The forbidden sight made his body ache.
Rose lowered one hand, her long, manicured finger tracing the delicate bow tied beneath his chin. She applied the slightest pressure, forcing him to tilt back and meet her eyes. They glittered with dangerous amusement.
“Good. I see the discipline taking hold,” she murmured, a wicked smile curving her full lips. She pressed the arch of her foot—still encased in the unforgiving leather of her heel—to the side of his jaw. It was a gentle warning, a soft promise of the control she possessed.
“Now, Pet. Kiss the floor, and show me how desperate you are to be perfect.”