Sissy Panty Boy Receives Anal Training

Rules are the most important part.

The sissy panty boy rules are simple.

1. Be in the room, naked except for your panties on your knees, hands clasp behind your back ( from now on referred to as the position), 5 minutes early.
2. Always refer to me as your Mistress.
3. Keep your eyes on the floor unless told otherwise.
4. You cannot touch yourself unless told to do so.

The rules for the Mistress.

1. Prioritize consent and negotiation.
2. Provide structure, rules, and aftercare.
3. Respect limits and safe words.
4. Communicate clearly and honestly.

The sissy panty boy assumed the position on my cold tile floor.

The click of my heels against the tile announces my presence. His heartbeat is booming loudly from anticipation coupled with fear. I smile at the sissy panty boy in front of me.

I circle him slowly. Crack, my crop slaps his ass. One more time and then another. I put my high heel in the middle of his back and force him on all fours. “Arch your back, ass up,” I order. His pretty little tush is covered by pink satin panties with ruffles and bitch boy written across the back of his butt.

Like a good little sissy panty boy, he complies with eagerness. I pull the panties down, exposing his cheeks and greedy little hole.  I smack the crop stings across his bare cheeks, once, twice, and then a third time. He winces as I laugh. Next, my crop finds his balls. I ask if he’s had enough, and he replies, “No, Mistress, more please.” My crop slaps against the back of his thighs, ass, and balls. He’s as red as a tomato when he uses his safe word. ” Pineapple, Mistress, please, pineapple.”

Sissy panty boy is now rock hard.

“Pull your cheeks apart so I can violate your man pussy.”  I grab the lube off the table and pour a generous amount on his puckered smile. I rub the head of my strap-on around his hole, as I whisper to him. “Look at your greedy little hole wanting Mistress to ruin it.”

Then I pop the tip of my plastic cock into his rosebud. At the same time, he quickly inhales a breath and holds it. “Breathe,” I command, “and push out as I enter you.” Inch by inch, I slide into the pathetic panty boy’s back door.  I watch his asshole stretch open to accommodate the thick silicone dick attached to me. A moan escapes his lips. I’m not sure if it’s from pleasure or pain.

At first, I fuck him with long, slow strokes.

As his breath quickens, so do I. Next, I’m pounding the strap-on into him like a hammer pounds a nail. Really railing that tight hole, wrecking it. I inform him, “When I’m done with you, sissy panty boy, your man pussy will be a used, gaping mess.”

He backs his ass up against me, and I bury it inside of him as deep as I can. None of the dildo is visible; it’s completely lost inside of him. I watch in the mirror as his body shakes while his hardon starts to twitch. He clenches down on my tool, milking it as a good little whore does. Thick ropes of warm, sticky goo shoot out of his member onto the tile below him.

“Clean your mess up off of my floor using your tongue and mouth only,” I instruct. He follows my instructions, showing me his mouthful before he swallows. I laugh to myself, thinking this sissy panty boy really is a cum starved slut.

If you’d like to be my sissy panty boy also, ring my line.

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