Sissy training for my step-son

Sissy training after catching step-son

It’s been way too long since I’d given some quality sissy training.  However, that was never on my mind when I walked into my house, which I shared with my longtime boyfriend. As I stepped inside, my heels began clicking against the hardwood floor. What was going on?  I thought to myself. The house was unnaturally quiet, which was unusual for a Tuesday afternoon. I drop my keys into the bowl by the door with my brow furrowed, because I noticed something wasn’t right. There was the scent of my favorite perfume still lingering in the air.  So I slowly rounded the corner into the living room, and there he was. Eric, my boyfriend’s son, sprawled on my couch like he owns the place. His slim frame was swallowed by my favorite silk robe.

The fabric clung to his chest, as the belt was loosely tied around his thin waist, doing little to hide the fact that he was wearing my panties underneath. His green eyes widened as he noticed me entering the room.  His painted lips parted in surprise. “M-Mallory!” he stuttered, as he scrambled to sit up. “I—I didn’t think you’d be home so early.” He said, looking at my watch around his thin wrist.  I crossed my arms across my chest and leaned against the wall. “Clearly,” I said with my voice dripping with sarcasm. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing in my house, wearing my clothes, perfume, and jewelry?” Eric swallows hard. He was nervous as his fingers began to twist the fabric of the robe. “I—I was just trying them on, and I didn’t think that you would mind.” His eyes lowered to the floor.

Sissy training starts now!

I pushed off the wall and walked closer to him, my heels clicking against the floor all the way. “Oh, I fucking mind, Eric,” I say, stopping directly in front of him. “You don’t get to just waltz into my house and help yourself to my personal things, Eric. That’s disrespectful. You know what happens to disrespectful boys, don’t you?” His eyes darted back to the floor, but not before I caught a flicker of something.  It could have been excitement or fear.  Either way, I had plans.  “I—I’m sorry,” he started to mumble.  I reached out and gripped the belt of the silk robe, tugging him forward. He gasped as he was pulled into a kneeling position on the couch. “You should be,” I said, my voice low and intentional. “But apologies won’t fix this. I think you need to be taught a lesson.”

His breathing became rapid. “Taught a lesson?” he whispered. I smirk, my fingers tangling in his hair, yanking his head back and forcing him to look up at me. “That’s right,” I said. “You need some sissy training. And I know I’m just the right woman to do it.”  His eyes got wider, his lips parting to speak; however, I shut him up with a sharp tug on his hair. “No arguments,” I said. “You’re going to learn your place, and you’re going to enjoy it.” Then I grabbed his hand and led him to my bedroom.

Now comes the real fun.

Once in the bedroom, I release him and survey the room. My gaze landed on my dresser, where all my sex toys are, including my strap-on. I saunter over and pluck it from the drawer. The cool silicone cock was thick and heavy in my hand. With the harness already adjusted to my size, I was ready to give him his first sissy training lesson. Eric watched me, his breathing coming in short and sharp gasps. His eyes are glued to the strap-on, his fingers twisting the hell out of that robe. “Stand up,” I demand, my voice leaving no room for argument. He obeyed; his legs became unsteady as he rose to his feet.

I tossed the strap-on onto the bed while stepping closer and grabbed the belt of his robe. With a swift tug, I undid it, the fabric falling open to reveal his bare chest and my panties. His cock was already half-hard and twitching. “Look at you,” I said, my fingers trailing down his chest. “You’re already getting excited. You like the idea of me giving you sissy training, don’t you?” He whimpers, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. “Yes, ma’am,” he admitted. I chuckled as my fingers wrapped around his cock, giving it a slow, teasing stroke. “Good boy,” I purr. “Now, get on your knees.“ He drops to his knees without hesitation. I can feel his eagerness, his desperation, and it makes my pussy clench with need.

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