Tonight, you re not the man you to be. Tonight, you re my sissy. My toy. My project. I want you in something soft and shameful. Lace hugging what I own. Lingerie that reminds you with every shift of fabric that you re under my control now. And once you re dressed like the good girl you re becoming, we both know those holes aren t staying empty. Not while I m training you. Not while I m shaping you into the desperate, cock-hungry slut I know you can be. Feel that stretch. Feel that ache. That s me inside you, opening you up, making you ready for so much more than just my strap. Because you don t get to be my sissy slut in isolation. Oh no. I m going to bring them in. Real men. Hard men. Men who know exactly what you are and exactly what you re good for. You re going to be the center of my desire, my little bi pet, passed around and used up while I watch, while I direct, while I take exactly what I want from the sight of you breaking open. You don t fuck them because you want to. You fuc
