Trained Sissy Needs More Training

A lot Unfolded After The Holiday Event

More came from my trained sissy. After Thanksgiving, things slowed up. The memory of our late-night encounter in the guest room flashed through my mind when I saw him. Mark just didn’t know what started from that night. It’s deja vu every time from that Thanksgiving aftermath.

He looked at me with a mix of terror and desperation from that night. Our secret encounter was written on his face like a tattoo only I could see. I knew the mark I left on him. That night I marked him. He knew it and I’ll tell you how.

Eventually, I sent a single text on a thoughtful Wednesday evening.

“Friday night. My place @ 8 p.m. DON’T BE LATE.”

It wasn’t a request. Naturally, I didn’t yearn for his response because I knew that he knew better than to go against me. I went about my night, making dinner, and then showering. After my nightly skin care routine, I noticed a response from this trained sissy. It was a simple yes. A pathetic YES because he knew better than to say no.

He was waiting at my back door like a scolded puppy. I only realized after he texted me to let me know you were there.

“8:33 p.m.: I’m here mam. I’ve been here since 7:56 p.m.”

I noticed what he was wearing as I looked threw the peephole. A button-down, long-sleeve shirt and slacks, which was a futile attempt at trying to look like a real man. I opened the door and looked him up and down. Yes, he is trying to present as a man, but I know the facts. I told him to completely undress. EVERYTHING OFF, trained sissy!

Walk It Out Slut

I then made him get on his knees in front of me. I walked up beside him as he kneeled on all fours and placed a collar around his neck. Leading him inside like the sissy puppy he is. Once I got him inside and stopped just inside the door, I circled him. Now, for him, mind you. But the map out what I was going to do to him.

I did know that my goal was to break him. I enjoyed watching him quiver. There was a shrill laugh that escaped my lips as I finally made up my mind about what I was going to do to him, walking to the next room to retrieve his prize. I came back and called him to attention.

Telling him to look at the strapon which was in my hand. This trained sissy eyes grew wider and I pulled out my cell phone. Recording as I teased him with waging the strapon and backing into the guest room. My did he look fucking stupid. How could my sister marry a weak man like this? Yeah, you can dress up to look manly. But once you see the other side: it’s over.

Arch That Back Trained Sissy

He got onto the bed, per my orders. Then suddenly, he did something that made me proud of myself. Not only did Mark hit the four-point stance with ease. He arched that back like he was waiting his whole life for this. I couldn’t help it. I laughed as I strapped on my dick. As I stood in front of him, I looked down and told him he better slurp my dick good because that’s his only lube.

Starting off slow was his tactic. As a result, a lot could be read on my face from this trained sissy. This was the “BREAK YOU” introduction. Not impress me with your cock sucking skills. Soon after, he switched up to what I called the NASTY. Drooling and gagging on my cock, like it had superpowers he needed.

We didn’t do a lot that night. What I do know is that I hooked his loser ass and made him mine. Do you want to know what came next?

Call Romi 1-888-297-8213