Young Sissy Chapter 1

I knew that was what she wanted to see anyway. "You probably thought I was easy prey, didn't you? You saw the way my Master treated me, see my shameful submission literally written on my face, heh you even saw Lola riding me like a little fuck pony, didn't you?" She took her foot and placed it under my chin, lifting my head up closer and closer to her erect sissy stick. I'd never seen it from this angle, it was an intimidating sight, it had grown to at least a full five inches, and not terribly thick, but dotted with metal spikes that had been embedded in her tender cock. I imagined what it would feel like in my throat and I swallowed hard. I realized with a stifled sob that I was about to find out...

"Well I've got some news for you...I'm the toughest sissy in the basement. You could torture me all day and you'd only end up begging me for mercy. My Master has made me the strongest, sickest, sexiest sissy alive, and you little bitches belong to me when you're in my basement. I let your snobby sissy slut pretend she's in charge because she doesn't try and fuck my bitches, but make no mistake...she may enforce the rules, but down here...I make them. So if I want to order Lola to fuck me with her fat prick, then that's my business. But get this straight, she is a kept sissy, just like me, so that makes us better than you community sissies...so don't you ever try and fuck me again. Get it?"

During her threatening tirade she kept rubbing her cock all over my face, the smell of lavender and sweat making me swoon and her hard steel grazing my soft flesh making me tremble in fear...and anticipation. I realized what a terrible mistake I'd made, and I was surprised at how guilty I felt. I don't know if it was the shock of processing all these new sensations and the onslaught of changes all at once, or if I was simply adjusting to my new role as a sissy slave, but I didn't even question why I was so eager to please her. Submitting to the strong just made sense...