"Good Girl." She releases him, he falls face down onto the floor, panting, tears streaming down his cheeks. "Yes, what!?" Squeezing even tighter, his clitty turning black and blue. "Never speak without being acknowledged, bitch!" He lets out a painfully high pitched squeal. Retracting her hand as he winces in pain and she swiftly grabs the crotch of his pants, his tiny clitty in her hand, squeezing the life out of it. "What do you mean a-" Wack! Again she slaps him across the face. "Now, before we go any further Sissy Boy you need a name.let me think." "Good girl." She looks down at him, smiling at her new play toy. "I'll do whatever you say, just please stop." "." He coughs on the floor, falling on all fours. "GOT THAT!?" She forces her fingers deeper until he gags again. "I'll be your girlfriend, in public everyone at school will think that we are together but we will never have sex, you are never going to even touch or speak to me without asking permission first, got that?" With her fingers deep in his throat, he cannot breathe let alone speak, slobber and spit pouring out of his mouth on to his chin, dripping down his chest. Now, shut up and stay on your knees." She came up to him and quickly shoved her fingers down his throat causing him to gag like crazy. "I don't want to hear another word got it!" Wack! Hitting him so hard he fell to his knees, beginning to cry again. "Look, I'm outta here, I'm-" Her hand quickly slapped him across the face stopping his speech. You don't have a cock, you have a little clitty and you need to learn that, okay?" She walked up to him with a firm resolution. "Of course you're not gay, you're not a real man! So, of course, you can't be gay. "You could never satisfy a woman so I'm gonna do you a favor. "Well." She started walking toward her closet. You can be my sissy boy, sound good?" Through tear-filled eyes, he looked up at her, Okay look.you're a nice guy and I don't wanna lose you treating me like a Queen so here's what we are gonna do. His soon to be Mistress stared down at his little cock. Looking down at his shimmering pink fingernails, his mind continues to slip away.back to that fateful night.back to when he finally fulfilled his destiny and became a real sissy boy. This one girl finally became his Mistress, the same Mistress who owns him now, and who is pimping him out for his first real cock. Not for sex of course but to humiliate him, to own him as her personal slut. "Oh my god, I'm sorry for you and that little.I was gonna say cock but that's more of a clit!" On and on, until one girl, finally, took a liking to it. "How do you ever expect to be with a woman?" The laughing, the teasing, and name-calling would begin. He would treat them like royalty, be a true gentleman and soon they would start to actually fall for him, well, until they got into the bedroom.and his boxers came off. It would always start the same way, they would think he was nice, cute, but sort of in a feminine way. Before his descent down the rabbit hole of sissy hypnosis and feminization, he had dated a couple of girls. He had always been so embarrassed by his little cock, referred to now as a sissy clitty. He began to think back.thoughts and images crashing into his fragile little mind like waves against a sandy beach. He liked the pressure against his ass, it matched the pressure of his little boy clitty pushing against the front of his panties.
The string sitting in-between the cheeks of his supple, 19 year old, bubble butt, putting pressure against his little pink asshole.
He had already begun to dress, first the panties, a g-string, again hot pink, made of lace. His gentle hands began to tremble as he applied the hot pink nail polish to his fingernails. He felt scared, worried about the night ahead, worried about how this one night would change his young life forever. Nervousness crept into his mind like a snake, slithering its way down toward his stomach.