Julie Sick: Sissies have cunts

Unable to blog, and desperate for your training, unable to run away, i am posting here, Mistrss.

we have spoken several times, me anxiously and excitedly, you calm and understanding. And in subtle ways demeaning. Aftr chatting for a short bit, you asked if i was playing with my breasts. “Titties” you said, “girls have breasts, but don”t you have titties?” i confessed i did as you told me to carress them. “Do you have a cock?” you asked so sweetly, knowing my answer would be .”No.” “Then you must have a clitty?” you asked. You then asked if i was still carressin my titties and nipples.

“Are you a faggot?” you asked…and i admitted i guessed i was, althought you know I am straight. But you said that didn’t matter. You said to tell you i was a faggot…knowing i was fondling my titties as i did. And i did.

You asked if i was in need of, perhaps, contracted submission. Asked me to agree that i was, asked me if i was stimulating myself. To all of which I could only agree.

You said that soon i would have to wear femme garb under my male costume every day, even at home, even at night wih my wife next to me, and that you wanted me to arrange to shoew you or at least text you everyday that i was doing so. Submitting. Agreeing with what would become slavery, excited by it. Helping you. Exciting myself as i agreed.

At every juncture, you may me agree in detail, expanding on your suggestions, agreeing and stimulating myself at the same time.

You made me agree to use sissy lip gloss, without ever being allowed to cum, only to put the gloss and scent of precum on my lips, constantly, so that i and eventually those around me, would know that i had cum on my lips and couldnt help it…and that some would start thinking of putting cum down my throat or in my cunt. Yes, cunt, you said. Because women have pussies, but sisies have cunts.

Yes, i am a faggot. Vulnerable to your enslavement.

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