Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244
‘Tis the season of giving, and Mama’s gone gift you your very first bra. As someone who’s always had a voluptuous upper half, I’m no stranger to being fit for breast support. I’ve learned a lot, and now it’s time I pass on this knowledge by wrapping you in a lace-trimmed, satin bra of your own!
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
“I can’t believe you’re finally going to let me make you into a real girl, Tami.” I say as I hand her a box filled with all kinds of BDSM toys. “Yes, Amber, I’m so excited! I’ve always wanted to be a real girl, and now you’re making my dream come true.” Tami exclaims, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “I’ve been working hard on this room for you. It’s your own little naughty playroom where you can play with all these toys and get fucked up the ass with dildos. And, of course, receive hormone treatment to become a real girl!” I say, gesturing to the room around us.
“Wow, Amber, it’s perfect!” Tami gasps, looking around the room in awe. “I can’t wait to start playing with all these toys and becoming the girl I’ve always wanted to be.” “I’m glad you like it, Tami. Now, let’s get you dressed up in some sexy lingerie and get started.” I say, pulling out a drawer filled with lacy bras and thongs. Tami squeals with excitement as she picks out a lavender lace bra and thong set. “I feel so sexy already!” she exclaims, slipping into the lingerie. “Good,
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Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270
I’m not a girl who’s easily impressed. It takes something special to make me ooh and ahh. Or a special girl. The other day, Heidi popped into chat, and it’d been a while since I’d seen her cute self. It thrilled me when she told me she’d sent me a little something, something.
I raced to my DMs and found the gem you see above. To be honest, I get a lot of sissy photos when my girlies dress up and choose to show off, but some of you don’t take the best pictures. You know what I mean? Bad lighting, dirty mirrors, cluttered background, or I have to edit out too many identifying marks. You know who you are, lol. But this! I mean, can you say, “Photo perfection!” Truly, this impresses me!
Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
I built a handy and nifty machine for all my sissies and fembois out there. You’re about to learn what it’s like to be a real girl. Because I’ve developed a body swap machine. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be a man. Now we’re both going to find out what it’s like to be the opposite sex and gender. This machine not only will swap our bodies, but improve your little loser sissy body too. I can’t be a real man in that little cocked body you own. So, I’ve designed this machine to swap us and to increase the musculature and cock size of your body. I can also adjust the specifications of my own body to boost up my tit side and hip-to-waist ratio.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
I never thought I’d be into this, but the moment I saw the anal beads on your bed, I knew I had to do it. “Are you sure you’re ready for this, sissy?” I tease as I hold up the beads, their smooth glass globes shimmering in the sunlight. You bite your lip, nodding eagerly. “Yes, Mistress Amber. I want to be your sissy whore.” I can’t help but laugh at your eagerness. You’re so desperate to please me, to submit to my every whim. It’s fucking hot. “Alright, then,” I say, grabbing the hem of your dress and tugging it up over your hips. “Let’s get you ready.”
I spread your ass cheeks apart, revealing your tight little hole. I can’t wait to see it stretched out by those beads. “Bend over,” I command, giving your ass a slap. You do as you’re told, bending at the waist and sticking your ass out for me. I can see the sweat glistening on your skin, making your curves look even more delicious. I press the tip of the first bead against your asshole, feeling it resist for a moment before slowly giving way. You gasp as the bead slides in, the sensation of being filled sending a shiver down your spine.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
“Good girl,” I say, my voice dripping with anticipation. “Now, let’s get started, shall we?” I reach down and grab your hand, leading you over to the bed. I can feel your body trembling as we walk, and I can’t help but smile. This is going to be fun. I push you down onto the bed, and you lie there, staring up at me with wide, excited eyes. You look so small and helpless, and it’s mesmerizing. I reach into my drawer and pull out a strap-on, attaching it to my hips.
“Please, Mistress,” you beg, your voice trembling. “Please fuck my rosebud.” I climb onto the bed, straddling you, and I can feel your body tense up beneath me. “You’re mine now, Tami,” I say. “And there’s nothing you can do about it.” I lean down and press my lips to yours, kissing you deeply. Then, I reach down and grab the hem of your dress, pulling it up over your hips and grab the strap-on, positioning it at your rosebud. I push forward, forcing the strap-on inside of you. You cry out in pleasure, your body writhing beneath me, as I keep pushing, forcing myself deeper
Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
You wake up with a splitting headache. When you try to rub at your forehead, you realize your arms are tied down by your sides. Trying to blink away the pain instead, as the room around you comes into focus, you don’t recognize it at all. Your tongue feels like a folded-up rag of cotton in your mouth, and you have no idea where you are or how you got there.
“Good Morning, Princess.” My voice draws your attention, but the pet name is strange. No one has ever called you “Princess” before. Youre a man; that doesn’t make sense.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
My sissy has been a naughty girl. He failed to complete his feminization tasks on time and tried to rush through them. Tsk tsk. Such a shame he couldn’t be a good slutty girl for me. Now, he must be strictly punished.
I’ve had this chastity device that was just begging to meet my sissy’s useless cock. It’s a snug stainless steel cage that will lock his pathetic prick up tight. No more cumming for him! He won’t feel a twinge of pleasure until I allow it. And given his recent misbehavior, that could be a long time coming.
I cuffed his wrists and bent him over my knee. “Count out loud sissy,” I demanded as I spanked his bouncy ass. “Count how bad a boy you’ve been!” The cage was attached as he wiggled and whimpered. “No cumming for you, you bad girl! Only Mistress Diana gets to decide when this useless thing comes out.” I gave him one last hard spank that made him yelp. Continue reading “Bad Sissy!”
Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
Awe, it makes me so sad when I see a sissy like you in denial. You’re so cock addicted! It’s time you just admit it! I’d bet you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve tried to quit craving cock. I’m sure you’ve wasted hundreds of dollars in sissy gear just to purge it on a guilty whim.
How many more times must we go through this same old song and dance before you realize a cock addicted sissy is who you truly are inside!
Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
Femboi Paige applied to be a secretary at a big company in the area. Mr. Jones interviewed Paige as he would be her direct supervisor. She impressed him with her phenomenal typing skills, faster than any other secretary in the company. He loved her submissive demeanor and knew that she’s fit in immediately and be accepted by the other secretaries. However, Paige still insisted that she was a he despite all the signs that he was definitely feminine naturally. Mr. Jones knew that the company could help Paige realize her true place in the world and hired her on as his personal secretary.