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I realize, of course, that for my panty boys who go public, it must be hard for you to explain yourself at the urinals. Just tell the other boys that you’ve got a great Mistress, that Miss Diana takes care of all of your little sissy boy needs, and that you are more than happy to be in my service. It’s worth any and all embarrassment. I want you to proudly wear your pretty, lacy underthings as a tribute to me, your adored Mistress Diana. Stand strong and shout “I am a sissy!”  Be grateful for the opportunity to serve. Then, you’ll be ready to take your servitude to the next level: my strap on. Don’t worry, pussy boy, we’ll start off slow……..

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I remember when he slid up to me and my boyfriend while we shared a sundae at the diner, his skin glowing with the confidence of a man soon to be parted from his money.

“This your boyfriend?” He asked, rudely putting both hands palm down against the table and leaning in.

“He’s my brother.” I lied. My boyfriend, Scotty, was used to the routine. My habit of charming rich men out of their money by getting them to completely worship me was something of a convenience for him. It saved him from having to do nice things, like buy birthday gifts, or take me shopping, since some other guy was already doing that for me. I know what you’re thinking. Why stay with a loser like that? He had a big cock, plain and simple.

Upon hearing that Scotty was my brother, Harry glided into the booth next to me without another word. Rude. This little piggybank was just begging to get drained. He struck up a conversation about, of course, himself, and how much money he made, and what he drove, where he lived, and all the other self important minutiae the went along with being the next walking bank account that I planned to bleed dry. Along the way, he paid small complements to hair and my eyes, as if I didn’t already know I was pretty.

My “brother” made some excuse about having to work the night shift that evening (he didn’t have a job) and left me there to get a ride home from my new friend. Harry asked if I wanted steak for dinner, as if it were special, and I never had one before. I wanted much more than steak from Harry. He was getting on my nerves. At this point, I almost wanted revenge.

I was already imagining the look on Harry’s face when I’d tell him I was leaving for a guy with a bigger cock……

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It starts with a small butt plug- maybe three inches at the most- worn for 8 hours a day, three days straight, underneath your lacy panties, of course. Then I move you up to a five inch plug, with a thicker base, for ten hours a day. If this seems like a lot to bear, remember your ultimate goal: to become a glorious, gaping holed slut to be used for the pleasure of your Mistress and her friends. After a week with your five inch friend, you should be ready to take the leap- all the way up to seven inches. For the next week, you’ll endure a rapturous 12 hours of anal pleasure every day!

At this point, after weeks of ecstasy, I think it’s time to control yourself a little, my slut friend. Which is why you must now add a cock ring to your little sissy clitty, to be taken off only at your Mistress’s whim. The next few days will be a delightful mix of cock control, cum eating and anal play, until you’re ready for the next step: 9 inches.

That’s right. Now you’re ready to go from being a little sissy slut to a big sissy slut. To celebrate, let’s find you something nice to wear……..

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You hear the click of my 6 inch high Louboutin heels resounding on the wooden floor of our play room as I cross over to the small table next to the bed.

I strike a match.

The flickering flame comes into your cloaked view as you involuntarily squeeze your bound hands in excitement. The flame grows brighter as it alights upon the wick of a long tapered candle on table. You breath in deeply, as your body anticipates what is coming next.

I take a moment to admire my handiwork. So far, I am satisfied with you. You have groomed yourself to be inline with my standards for a slave. Your entire body is freshly shaven. Your skin is soft. You, my personal playground, are lying on your back, bound by long, black silk lace scarves, gently wrapped around your wrist and ankles, and tightly tethered to the corners of the four poster bed.

Behind your blindfold, you feel darkness closing in as I lean over to pet you, my prize. You feel my long, cold red fingernails running down your chest, and the blood rushes to the surface of your skin as my hand slides down to your smooth, tight balls. I tap gently against them with one finger. I’m lost in thought. Formulating a plan for you, my canvas.

I hear the sharp intake of your breath as a sudden wave of excitement comes over you, bidden by my gentle touch. Your unbound cock leaps to attention, and I smile.

“I think I’ll start here.” I say, tracing small semicircles around your hairless balls.

Your breathing becomes more rapid as I reach for the lit, dripping candle. Behind your blindfold, your eyes follow the dim glow of the flame as it comes closer to your body.

I’m holding the candle over my target, now.

The candle tips, and you close your eyes, breathing in deeply to prepare for the delicious sting of hot wax hitting your skin…………………….

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