"Just a short twelve months ago, the paltry form at her feet had been her once proud boyfriend, Cameron. His pride however, was shattered when she announced her intentions to break up with him. Devastated, he had begged her to take him back, promising to do anything and everything she wanted if she would."
Transcript: Devon cast an approving glance back at her sissy from atop her perch upon her lover’s big hard rod. She felt a swell of satisfaction rise up within her as she watched her little sissy lick away fervently. She had come so far in such little time.
Just a short twelve months ago, the paltry form at her feet had been her once proud boyfriend, Cameron. His pride however, was shattered when she announced her intentions to break up with him. Devastated, he had begged her to take him back, promising to do anything and everything she wanted if she would. She’d accepted his proposal, only intending to toy and humiliate him for a little while longer, but the zealousness with which he performed even the most degrading commands fascinated her. He’d shaved his entire body without question, worn only the most feminine of clothes without comment, and barely even protested when she had his little sissy clit confined with to a cage. The power was intoxicating. How far could she make him go? Devon decided to find out.
Devon soon placed Cameron on a strict dietary regimen and program of calisthenics to encourage weight loss, whilst an aggressive double dosage of feminizing hormones helped to redistribute the fat that he had to more appropriate places. The development of his new figure was augmented by several surgical procedures and it wasn’t long before most people would mistake Cameron for a girl, even without any makeup on.
Of course, it didn’t hurt that Cameron acted and sounded like a girl as well, giving no one any reason to suspect otherwise. Along with the numerous physical alterations, Devon had also included rigorous behavioral modification training. The last few weeks had been spent on oral techniques, cock-sucking, deepthroating, and throat-fucking, all of which Cameron had learned quickly. This afternoon’s affair however was not for her practice.
It had been far too long since Devon had felt the powerful thrusts of a stallion in heat and this lustful encounter was for her pleasure and her pleasure only. “See Cameron dear, this is why you could never make me cum with that pathetic little thing of yours. Do you see how magnificent he is? Of course you do, you’ve been staring at it ever since he entered the room—” Devon felt him slip out of her, but was puzzled as to why he hadn’t seemed to notice a thing. Turning around, Devon saw why.
Cameron had enveloped the man’s cock in one hand and was gazing at it longingly with open mouth. No doubt she pined to put her hard learned skills into practice. “Please Mistress, may I play with his cock for just a little while? I only want a taste.”
Devon shot her an authoritarian glare. Cameron got the message and sank back to her knees with a whimper. Devon sighed. There was still much that she needed to be taught. Her next lesson would most certainly be on the topic of discipline. Devon made a mental note to purchase some good rope, a feather, and plenty ice the next time she went shopping. As derelict as Cameron’s little sissy clit might be, even a sissy could still get blue balls.