Male Sex Slave Chained For His Trans Mistress’s Pleasure

Turning Him Into The Perfect Toy

When he first came to me and knelt at his trans Mistress’s feet for the first time, he didn’t realize what he was in for. He thought that it would be simple. Serving me and then going back to pretending, as he always did. Deep down, a submissive cockslut who just craved domination, training, and to be used. But I knew exactly what he was when I first laid eyes on him. He needed a cock to serve. Of course, he needed to be filled and given purpose in his pathetic life, beyond what he could ever achieve himself. He needed a trans Femdom phone sex Mistress like me to look at him and see that he was destined to become my male sex slave.

His Body & Mind Needed To Be Mine

They say beauty is pain – well, my pleasure is too, and you’ll learn to worship your trans Mistress. To become a perfect male sex slave, he needed to be broken in. I trained him to take cock just the way I liked it, rough and hard. I was using him for my pleasure and venting my cruelty on him. He lapped up every minute of my sadistic attention, just as he lapped up every drop of my cum. I left my mark on him bruised across his ass, filled him over and over again.

He deepthroated my cock until he choked. Each time I reminded him of the truth, he didn’t need air, he didn’t need anything, except his Mistress’s cock. With each training session, it wasn’t only his body that was broken and reformed into exactly what I wanted him to be. The mind of my male sex slave was rewired completely by my dominance, and each time he served me, he would think less and less of anything else. His purpose as a male sex slave was to serve. He didn’t need to think of anything else but having his throat and ass filled over and over again. My desires were all that mattered when it came to my male sex slave.

Free Use Forever Of My Male Sex Slave

A male sex slave’s cock no longer belongs to him, all he needs to serve his Mistress are his holes. I locked his pathetic cock up in a cage early on when he first took his place at my feet, leaving it there to throb and drip desperately while I used him over and over again. But before long, my male sex slave didn’t even need to touch that little cocklet. He came from the sheer pleasure of his one purpose in life – to be used as a male sex slave, to be fucked anytime I commanded it until he cried and begged, even just bowing down got his cock hard inside the locked cage. Having given up ownership of his mind and body. He only needed to hear his Mistress’s voice command it and he would release, immediately licking up his mess like a good male sex slave.

When he’d been broken in completely, there was no chance of returning to his former life. Fortunately for him, his mind was reduced to being filled with cock from both ends. I finally invited my gorgeous friends over to use my male sex slave. Dressed in panties and thigh highs, he waited on his hands and knees for his mistress’s guests to arrive. Just as he had been instructed, he bowed his head to the floor and reached behind. What a good submissive he was by pulling down his panties and exposing his hole, plugged and stretched. Ready for free use at any time of the day or night. As my trans girlfriends gathered around him, lifting their skirts, he had only one desire in his slutty submissive mind – to fulfill his purpose as a male sex slave.

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