Sissy Boy’s Secret Desire || Part 3

He was no longer in control—if he ever had been. Her grip tightened around his throat, not enough to choke him, but just enough to remind him who was in charge. His mind raced, caught between fear and an overwhelming lust that burned deep inside him.

"You love being my dirty little sissy, don’t you?" Her voice dripped with cruelty, and he could only nod, his lips trembling, desperate for her touch. "Say it," she hissed. "Say what you are."

“I… I’m your dirty little sissy,” he whispered, shame and arousal flooding his body, his skin on fire under her gaze.

Her hands slipped lower, teasing the waistband of his pink panties, fingers dancing dangerously close to his throbbing excitement. "I knew it," she sneered, pulling his panties down in one swift motion. "Pathetic. You get hard just from being humiliated."

He whimpered as her fingers wrapped around him, stroking slowly, torturously. “So easy to break… look at you. Just a soft little plaything, begging to be used.” She spat the words, and it only made him harder.

She straddled him, her leather-clad thighs squeezing his sides as she grinded against him. His body tensed, but he couldn't resist—he didn't want to. "You’re going to be a good little slut for me, aren’t you?"

He nodded desperately, moaning as she began to move faster, the friction unbearable. Her fingers dug into his chest, leaving red marks, and the sting mixed with the overwhelming pleasure clouded his senses. "Beg," she commanded once more, her voice filled with cruel amusement.

“Please,” he gasped, “use me…”

A dark chuckle escaped her lips as she reached for the bedside drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube and a sleek, black strap-on. His eyes widened, heart racing. She grinned, seeing the mixture of fear and excitement in his eyes. "Oh, we’re just getting started. You’ll wish you never asked for this."

Without warning, she lubed up the toy, positioning herself between his trembling legs. “Don’t worry, little sissy… I’ll be gentle... at first."