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Good ol’ Sissy Slut Bob is at it again, y’all! Bob has been complaining that his cage feels “loose” lately. You know how it goes when you’re forced to wear it twenty-four-seven. Things start to comply and… shrink, if you will. Since Bob is the brokest bitch I know and lives off me and refuses to get a job that isn’t dick sucking, I told him if he wanted a new cage, he would have to fundraise for it.
Of course, he whined and stomped his little sissy foot, then asked me how he was supposed to do that. Seriously, the bimbo cannot function unless you guide him through every step! I suggested a sissy slut car wash, and the giddy squeal that erupted from Bob nearly broke my eardrum.
Sissy Car Wash
The car wash would be just the door opener for Bob to earn some real money. His wet mouth and tight pussy always bring in the most cash when I pimp him out, but this was something he wanted to buy, and he would need to earn it. Cages aren’t terribly expensive, but I wanted a smaller, more crushing, pink-sissy cage for my bimbo boyfriend, so I set a lofty goal of three hundred dollars. Maybe you think that isn’t much, but remember, Sissy slut Bob is a cheap faggot, so we only charge like ten bucks a blowjob.
I dressed Bob in a frilly pink bikini and lace-up six-inch stripper heels. Of course, I added some fake tits under the itty bitty bikini and a belly chain that dangled over the bulk of where his current cage sat in his bottoms. “This will be awful public,” Bob whimpered as I settled a long blonde wig over his head.
“That’s the idea.” I grinned back
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