Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
My phone buzzes. Another message from a man who thinks he’s ready. “I want to serve,” he writes in clumsy English. “I can take anything.” This made me smile. They always say that.
I reply in French first. “Tu penses que t’es fort? Viens me prouver.” Then, in English. “Be here at 9. Naked. On your knees.” I wear their desperation like perfume. Tonight’s guest arrives and I circle him, watching how he reacts. He licks his lips when I step close. Wrong move.
Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
Make me your little sissy bitch he whispered after I asked him to share his heart’s desire with me. I smiled down at him reassuringly. “Of course!” I cried out. “I would love to turn you into the best little sissy bitch I can!” I took her hand and led her to my bedroom. Then I picked out the naughtiest outfit possible. She bounced up and down on her toes when I showed her her reflection in the mirror. “I look like a real slut!” She gushed turning this way and that to see all of herself. As she admired herself, I took out my phone and sent off a couple texts.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
It was another one of our infamous “Mama Meet-Ups,” a glorious gathering of us doting ABDL Mamas, where the coffee flowed, the gossip swirled, and, inevitably, the “boys” became the star of every conversation. I always looked forward to seeing my dear friends, Sarah and Jessica, knowing full well what delightful (and slightly competitive) chatter lay ahead. Our living rooms, usually adorned with adult-sized baby gear and pastel colors, transformed into arenas where we’d playfully boast about our boys, their latest achievements, their prodigious appetites, and, well, their more personal “assets.”
No sooner had the kettle whistled its last tune and the first round of cocoa been served, than Sarah, with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, leaned forward and whispered “Oh, you guys simply wouldn’t believe what my Big Max did this morning! He filled out his special ‘super-duper-absorbent’ diaper like it was tailor-made, bulging in all the right places, of course. He’s just getting so robust, you know!”
Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228
Your teeny weenie is useless to me, so it’s a good thing you’re about to call me for small penis humiliation phone sex. I love giving losers like you tasks to do. All kinds of things you can do for me to make me laugh.
You know what makes me so mad about guys like you? That if you’re wearing pants women who are just out and about in the world don’t know how unfortunate your dick is. They have no way of knowing you have a lame dick because it’s covered up. That’s really not fair to them, is it?
Continue reading “A Teeny Weenie Always Makes Me Laugh”
Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459
I couldn’t wait for my Sissyslut to come visit me at college. I had been planning this for weeks, and the anticipation was driving me wild. The day finally arrived, and there he was, standing at the dorm entrance, all nervous and eager. I met him with a wicked grin, my eyes roaming over his timid body. “Welcome to my world,” I purred.
I took him straight to my room, shutting the door behind us with a click. The room was already set up with an array of outfits and accessories. I ordered him to strip down to his underwear, and he complied with shaking hands. I circled him like a predator, admiring his body and my coming conquest.
Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
Welcome to Miss Zoey’s Sissy Finishing School! There’s so much more to becoming the perfect sissy than just putting on panties and a dress. Also, there are far more skills to master than just sucking cock. I’ve spent 26 years perfecting my femininity and honing my slutty skills to a master level. So, who better to open a finishing school specifically geared to wannabe sissy girls?
Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462
Hey there obedient faggot, you don’t like it as sweet and sensual as my sissies do. You like it a little more real and rough. It’s not necessarily soft and prissy when it comes to faggots like you. Because you know what you are and need a more in your face reminder. So, you need to be ready to get down on your knees whenever and wherever I tell you. My faggots give on demand blow jobs to any and all of my friends. I expect my faggots to be obedient at all times. So, my faggots are ready to drop to their knees or drop their panties at a moment’s notice.
Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
A good trainer is someone who understands the importance of leading by example. I wouldn’t make my sissies do anything that I myself wouldn’t or haven’t done. So when it comes to a new sissies first time sucking cock, I love to make them dress up and watch me give head.
It’s so emasculating, that first time. To be in panties and stockings in front of another man. A real man. One who is about to get pleasured in front of you while you are denied the satisfaction. It’s the first time a sissy learns that serving isn’t about them and that they should begin to welcome denial.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
It was a typical Friday evening, and I was lounging on my couch, scrolling through my phone when Max’s name popped up on my screen. I hadn’t heard from him in years, not since our ill-fated relationship ended abruptly. My curiosity piqued, I answered the call. “Hey, Max,” I said, trying to sound casual. “What’s up?”
“Hey, babe,” he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of desperation. “I just wanted to apologize for what happened between us. I know I messed up, and I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately.” “Max, we both know why we broke up. I just couldn’t deal with your…” I paused for dramatic effect, “micro cock.” Max sighed heavily on the other end of the line. “I know, I know. But I’ve been working on myself, and I’ve been doing a lot of research on how to please a woman. I promise things will be different this time.”
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
I remember the day I first laid eyes on your microscopic member. I couldn’t help but laugh at the pitiful sight. It looked like a shriveled up prune, a sad little nub that could barely be called a manhood. And the way it flopped around futilely, as if it thought it had a chance at bringing anyone pleasure. How adorable. And yet, how pathetic.
You tried to protest when I first threatened to cage that tiny prick of yours. “What if I get aroused?” you whined. As if your pathetic arousal meant anything to me. The only function your dick has is to bring me amusement now.