Sissy Slave Must Learn The Rules
There is always the one disobedient sissy slave that doesn’t seem to understand his place. He loves dressing up but needs to be forced to properly suck and take a magnificent cock. My newest seems to think he is a cross-dresser that gets to fuck his Lady Rayne. Pathetic, is it not? I found it rather amusing when he belonged to another Mistress, but as mine it is becoming annoying.
He came to my den for his nightly inspection. His legs were smooth, his makeup perfect, his wig crooked and I won’t even begin to to tell you how he walked in his heels. As usual, he got things partially right. When he saw my displeasure he dropped to his knees and began to beg. I slapped his face as his makeup was beginning to smear from his useless tears.
The door opened and three huge men appeared. I sat back in my chair, smoked a relaxing Djarum as they began to tear off his frilly pink undergarments. His cries were hilariously pathetic. Was it wrong for me to laugh? He will learn his place after tonight.
Written By: Lady Rayne
