I met up with this super sexy stud on Tinder and I was so excited. He had those sexy abs that I make me just want to lick a man all over. After a couple of drinks, I was ready to take him home. I took him out to my car and started kissing him deeply. My hand instinctively went for his crotch to give it a good squeeze. That’s when I realized, he’d only be good for forced crossdressing phone sex. His pathetic excuse for a cock was SO damn small! What’s a girl to do?
At this point, I feel like he was all false advertising. Sure, he was just as hot as in his pictures. I just naturally assumed he’d be packing a big old dick to fuck me with. I took this little pecker back to my place and he kept trying to feel on my big booty and big tits. I was playful and pretended like I just wanted to tease him. But I still knew I was going to use him as my forced crossdressing phone sex sissy and make him do whatever I wanted as soon as I had him in my bedroom.
I told him to lie down and he responded with “I love a girl that takes charge.”
“You don’t know the half of it, yet.” I said as I handcuffed him to the bed. He seemed so excited. I reached under my dress and tugged my panties down. Stuffing them in his mouth, I informed him that he was going to be my forced crossdressing phone sex faggot for having such a tiny cock. He’s useless for anything else. His eyes were big and wide as I tugged down his pants and boxers in one shot. The nerve, a little dick loser should always be wearing panties underneath his man clothes.
Oh “girl,” this one is going to take a lot of sissy training. I don’t mind though because it just gives me a new project to work on.
Project forced feminization, little dick loser edition. I’m your host, Memphis. Call me for all your forced fantasies and deviant desires.
I’ve always had an interest in nurses. I think its the uniform. I like the old fashioned kind with the prim white dress and the white stockings and those white shoes. And don’t forget the little hat. Something about the look makes you feel safe and secure. Which is exactly how I want you to feel when you call me up for some kinky roleplay that indulges in your mind control fantasy. Mind control can be done many ways. Rather than taking you on a sensual hypnosis trip, I prefer something more dark and sinister. One of my favorite mind control role-plays involves a nurse. A nurse that looks very prim and proper and perfect in her little white uniform, despite her dark and evil soul. That’s where I come in. I’ll be the ultimate naughty nurse and take complete control of you, rendering you helpless and under my control. It’s quite easy really. With the right cocktail of narcotics I can render you helpless and malleable, unable to resist or protest. Physically unharmed but mentally it’s like a lobotomy. A chemical lobotomy. One only I know how to undo. *laughs*
Welcome fetish freaks, sexy sinners, and deviant devils.
