Sissification and Slut Training Erotica

Here’s a forced femme fantasy for you to enjoy.

Before you come see me, I ask you to stop by a store and pick up a pair of hose for yourself. You arrive carrying your new panty hose in a bag. You’re wearing your regular “men’s clothing,” pants with a belt and a button-down shirt. Tsk, tsk. This won’t do at all.

I unbutton your shirt slowly, commanding you to stand very still and enjoy the subtle feel of my fingers running down your chest. I tell you to take off your own pants and underwear and hand me your belt.

Before you become my slut, I must break you. On all fours, your ass in the air, I spank you with your own belt until your pretty ass is red. You are now fragile clay for me to mold into a pretty new thing.

Next, I have you stand back up, and I tie your hands behind your back with a silk band. Only soft fabrics from now on for my sissy-in-training.

You stand naked before me, a captive audience, and watch me slowly remove my own panties, a quick peek, then I put on new clean ones. No good view for you. You haven’t earned it. Then I place my worn panties against your nose. Learn what a strong woman smells like. Then, I place them on you. This is the first step in you becoming a good femme.

Seated, I help you into your hose, then run my hands down your now silky legs. You close your eyes, enjoying the sensation. You get turned on seeing your own feminine calves and thighs.

I cover your lips and cheeks in the softest of pinks and choose a shadow that brings out the color of your eyes. I hold a mirror in front of you so that you can see what you look like all done up. But really, this is all for me. I want you to be pretty for my enjoyment, little pet.

More silk rope this time, a chest harness that squeezes and accents what little chest you have. You feel me press against you as I work, my larger chest and curvier body. It’s intentional, my dear sissy.

As you grow harder, I tease you, running my knees along your body. I lay you down on your back and sit on your face so that you feel the weight of me against you. I stay there until you squirm. But what are you going to do about it, all tied up?

Helping you stand, I tell you to dance for me and how off your new sissy figure. I teach you how to sway your hips.

Do you want more lessons? Should I teach you how to be a good sissy boy, as well as a slut?

I slide into my strap-on and tell you to dance again. I put my hands on your hips and move your ass into my pelvis so that you can feel my own hardness against you. I command you to grind against me like a good horny slut.

I reward you for being a star pupil, and I punish you when your efforts are not to my liking. Your ass cheeks become redder and redder and eventually your little hole opens for me, my panties and your hosiery slipped down to your knees.

I force you to get yourself off in the shower as I watch, your sticky residue gets washed away with your makeup.

You leave me back in your masculine clothing, which becomes the real disguise, the half-you. You’re only really yourself now when you’re with me and when you dream.

Reminder: there is nothing inherently shameful or wrong about being a woman, a feminine man, a cross dresser, transgender, or being a slut. Any teasing in this fantasy is for the purpose of play. I’ve found that playing with your gender, even in the realm of fantasy, can help you rethink your understanding of gender and gender roles! Or you may just get off, and that’s okay too.