Hello Horny Readers!

A new submissive I’ve been spending a lot of time with lately has really set My imagination working overtime.  You see, s/he is an absolute sissy slut, in the truest sense of the word, with an insatiable lust for erotic humiliation at the hands of both men and women.  S/’he is the perfect amalgamation of depraved human sex toy and obedient feminized slave, and it’s a joy to direct and control her.

When we have a session, I like to think I can play her like a fiddle, describing all the ways I’d like to see her used and degraded, and s/he’s always ready for more, so receptive and hungry.  But I find myself thinking about the slutty scenarios s/he inspires in Me long after the session has ended, and that is a mark of real chemistry between a Mistress and her dirty little crossdressing cum dumpster, don’t you think?

This post was inspired by one of our recent sessions.  It started when s/he so devotedly confessed that when s/he thinks of Me, and how and why I train her with our fantasies, while s/he is at work, pretending to be a normal boy, her clitty gets hard.  Since part of our training is orgasm control, s/he knows better than to touch her clitty until s/he makes a creamy mess in the panties s/he wears daily, without My permission.  Besides, it would be an inopportune time for her to have a great big wet spot in the front of her boy pants.  Everyone would then know, at least, that s/he’s a slut of some kind.  But, I fantasized, what if there were a certain class of people who had a sixth sense for sissy fucksluts?  Kinky people who had learned to sniff out a slutty submissive cum rag ripe to be used?

The scenario we entered together involved exploring just the kind of work s/he would be doing more and more of as the kinky coworkers found out about her, work she’d be doing in bathroom stalls, in a deserted corner of the parking garage, in an elevator with the emergency stop button pushed and the security camera inside covered with a hastily-removed suit coat, work s/he’d be doing with the fuckholes s/he has at both ends . . .

My sissy cocksucker would be having cum and pussy juice for lunch every day, and s/he would love it.

Do you ever fantasize, cocksuckers among my horny readers, about what would happen if those around you in your daily life knew about your dirty little secrets?  What if your sluttiness was visible to a certain class of people, like a scarlet letter branded right in the middle of your forehead, and you found yourself getting pulled into janitor’s closets and alleyways and forced to your knees?  What if you started to find memos, addressed only to you, on company letterhead, reading simply, “I’m going to blow a load all over your face on the lunch hour.  Be in conference room B at noon with your lip gloss on.”

I’d love to hear all your naughty little fantasies, either here in the comments section, or in the context of a session, so do tell what kind of thoughts this idea inspires in you!