Sissy Phone Sex Led To Sissy School for Sluts

Sissy Phone Sex Leads to Blanche’s School for Needy Sissys

Welcome back, you pathetic little drones. Today’s lesson is simple: how to scrub away every single trace of your useless masculinity until you’re nothing but a painted, trembling toy.

First, the face. I don’t want “natural”; I want you looking like a cheap street-walker. Slather on that heavy foundation to hide your coarse skin, then cake on the neon pink blush. Now, the eyes—thick, clumpy lashes and shimmering blue shadow. Look in the mirror, you little slut. See that? That’s the face of a creature whose only purpose is to be used.

Now for the outfit. Strip naked and slide into a pair of sheer, lace-trimmed panties—too small, of course, so your pathetic little cock is squeezed tight and useless. Next, a skin-tight latex mini-skirt that barely covers your cheeks and a push-up bra stuffed with silicone to give you the tits you’ve always craved. Strap on those six-inch stilettos; I want your calves shaking and your balance gone.

You aren’t a man anymore. You’re a sissy. A dress-wearing, makeup-smeared hole. Your only job now is to keep that fuckhole open and ready for whatever dominant cock decides to claim it. Learn your place, you mindless doll: you exist to be degraded, filled, and used until you’re leaking cum and mascara.

Now, get on your knees and thank me for turning you into the perfect little slut.

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