Date of Your Nightmares
10:40 video
You, dressed in vanilla clothes, are on a date with me and I ask you what you do for a living. You tell me nothing but the truth, but I don’t get it and think that you’re just being funny: You train sissy sex slaves. Yes, you turn men into sissy servants for gay masters. Yeah, hilarious. Oh, it actually pays very well: Often you’re not just getting paid by the man you deliver the slave to, but also by someone who holds a grudge against the guy you’re “converting”. Let’s take my ex, for instance. I told you about our bad breakup. Let’s assume she’s not over me having been an asshole. Then she comes to you and suggests that you go on a date with me, slip a couple of drugs in my drinks, turn me into a sissy and record it all on cam and send her the tape. And when I wake up groggily the next morning I find myself in your dungeon, body hair removed, dolled up in a sissy outfit with a wig and make-up. You towering over me, dressed in leather, with a paddle in your hand, ready to start my training. You beat any disobedience right out of me and break my holes in with huge strapons. And after that you bring some males in to get me accustomed to real cocks. And licking man-ass. Oh yeah, I need to learn how to be a really greedy slut. And you’re a great teacher. Yes, hilarious. It’ll also look great on the video for my ex. Oh yes, you’re indeed a funny girl, but I won’t see much of it. We should go to your place before my laughter and the drugs completely incapacitate me. Ha ha.