The Sissy Experience
Yep, she's you. Or at least the ideal you. Take a deep breath, get yourself comfortable, relax for a moment and just imagine...
Just imagine having that beautiful face. Rub it and feel your soft skin. You spent so long looking in the mirror this morning. Putting the foundation on your face. Putting the mascara on your eyelashes. The eyeliner. The blush. The eye shadow. And of course, the lipstick. The deep red lipstick that really sells that sultry look. Dampen a finger or two with pre-cum and slowly rub it over your lips, make sure they're entirely coated. Savour it, lick your lips. Does it taste good, sissy? Real girls do this every day, this is some good practise. But enough about makeup for now...
Imagine the hair, your fringe stroking the skin just above your eye. The earrings, the feeling of sliding the tiny needle through the hole in your earlobe. The corset, tightly squeezing against your waist just so you can look slimmer. Imagine the latex on your wrist. The fabric on your legs. The leather on your neck. And who can forget your heavy breasts that your corset conceals, a constant weight on your body that never fails to catch the male gaze. Cup your hands around them, imagine their massive size, unable to be contained in your palm.
Imagine your breathing getting heavier as you grip my jeans, so eager to reveal what's inside. Your vagina dripping in anticipation, ready to please a real man. You are here, on your knees before me, not out of any obligation but because you want to. Because you're a slut. A slut for men's cocks. Embrace it, and head to the next page.