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.