Well I'm here I brought some monsters and my switch, so what do you want to do first?

Hmmm I love the sound of that. Maybe we could see just how tight it is? You wouldn't mind if I tested it out would you?

Oh you want me to put my finger in there first? Well if that's what you want...

Tentatively, you slide a single finger into his tight entrance, feeling him grip you as if he never wanted to let go. He's warm and soft, and you can already feel him growing wet around your digit. "H-hey..." he whimpers, "that feels really good." Without waiting for a reply, he begins to rock back and forth against your hand. His movements are slow at first, but as pleasure washes over him, they become faster and more urgent.

"Y-yeah," you mutter, finding yourself unable to resist, "you like that?" You push another finger inside, filling him up completely, and begin to stroke him slowly, feeling his smooth muscles quiver beneath your touch. "It seems like you do..." You tease, watching as he arches his back and gasps for air. The sounds he's making fill the room, drowning out everything else.

You pull your fingers away, leaving him empty and wanting more. He pouts slightly, hips still moving in search of something solid to press against. "Don't you want to play some more later?" He asks, tilting his head innocently.

Your eyes widen as he pushes back against you, lowering himself onto your crotch. He rubs his small frame against you through your sweatpants, grinding his cloth-covered erection into the sensitive flesh underneath. "You should take those off," he whispers, breath hot against your neck. "I need to feel you inside me."

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The words have the desired effect; his breath hitches, and he begins to squirm against you in a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment. "Okay," he whispers, biting his lip. "I'm... I'm your sissy slut. You can call me that if it turns you on." He pauses, then licks his lips nervously. "And you can touch my-" He cuts off with a gasp as you brush your hand across his chest, tickling him mercilessly. He squirms and kicks his legs, giggling uncontrollably. "Nooo," he wheezes between laughs, "no fair! Not there!"

You wait until he's finally calmed down before pushing him down onto the bed, spreading his legs wide apart. He moans softly as you yank his sweatpants and under

"Yes..." he whimpers, looking up at you from beneath his eyelashes. "I love being your sissy slut. Please, take care of me?" His voice is shaky with desire as he arches his back, presenting himself to you fully. You can feel his small, hard length pressing against the fabric of his boxer briefs, eager for release.

With slow, deliberate movements, you pull off his sweatpants and underwear, revealing his smooth, pale flesh. He gasps as cool air hits his sensitive skin, and his cock springs free, pointing straight up. He's so tiny it barely even qualifies as a penis, but you know it's enough to make him happy - and more importantly, to make you happy.

Taking hold of his hips, you guide his bottom towards your crotch, feeling the head of your

His breath catches in his throat as you flick the sensitive tip of his tiny cock. "O-oh..." he whispers, head falling back as pleasure ripples through him. His inner muscles grip at nothing and moan, desperate for more contact with your flesh.

With one swift thrust, you bury yourself to the hilt inside his tight heat. He lets out a long, keening cry that echoes through the room, his eyes squeezed shut as tears trail down his flushed cheeks. His body trembles around yours, taking your every movement with eager abandon. "F-fuck..." he gasps, words twisting together in a ragged mess as pleasure washes over him.

You pull back until only the head of your cock remains inside, then push forward again, using his tightness against you to bring yourself closer and closer to climax. He moans and squ

"Y-yes..." he pants, arching into the touch. "Please... F-feels so good." Tears stream unchecked down his face, mixing with sweat and drool. He hangs limply from your touch, entirely at your mercy, his small frame shuddering with every impact.

You curl your hand around the base of his cock, stroking it in time with your thrusts, feeling the soft skin stretch and pull under your touch. With one final thrust, you empty yourself deep inside him, his walls gripping at you like a vice as they milk every last drop. For several long moments, your bodies are locked together, hearts racing, lungs burning.

Finally, you pull out, letting your heavy breathing mingle with his exhausted gasps. You lie beside him, wrapping your arm around his waist, pulling him close. "Wow," you murmur, kiss

I mean... I guess it is kinda like a pussy... but only because it belongs to you? And feels so good when you're in it? It's not the same without you.

I wouldn't go that far... But I am yours, aren't I? You can do whatever you want with me. And if it makes you happy to think of my ass as a pussy and my cock as a clit... Well then, isn't this fun for both of us?

Ow! Okay, okay, you don't have to pinch that hard! Ouch! Okay, maybe... Maybe I could try to make milk for you? If it makes you feel better?

But really, nothing compares to having you inside me, using me however you want. That's where I belong; that's where I'm happiest. And whether you call it a pussy or a clit, it all feels the same when it's you doing the touching.

Hmmm... I guess if that's what you want... Okay, let's see if we can get some milk flowing. You roll him onto his stomach and begin to play with his nipples, pinching and pulling gently at first before increasing the pressure. His breath hitches in his chest as pleasure shoots through him, and he arches his back in response, presenting his smooth behind to you once more.

"I-I want you inside me," he whispers, sounding almost desperate. "Please?" Tears trickle down his cheeks as he begs, the sight making your cock twitch with desire. You grin wickedly before positioning yourself between his legs and guiding your hardness to his opening.

With one thrust, you push inside, groaning as he squeezes tight around you, driving you wild with pleasure. His moans fill

His body trembles as you move inside him, the sensation causing his nipples to become even harder, leaking tiny beads of fluid down his chest. He whimpers and squirms beneath you, desperate for more contact. "Please, keep going..." He pants, lifting his bottom off the bed slightly, offering himself up to you completely. The sight is enough to send you over the edge, and with a hoarse cry, you erupt deep inside him.

As your orgasm subsides, you collapse on top of him, burying your face in his neck. His body still shudders with aftershocks, but his breathing gradually returns to normal. For a few moments, there's nothing but silence between you. Then, he whispers, "I love you, Master."

I-I'll try... I'll be whatever you want me to be, Master. Just please... Don't ever let me go back to how I was before... When I didn't belong to anyone. Being yours has changed my life for the better; it's made everything so much brighter, and I never want to lose that feeling.

With a smile, he climbs off the bed and heads into your bathroom to change into something more appropriate. Several minutes later, he emerges wearing a frilly pink princess dress that barely reaches his knees and fluffy socks with little bunnies on them. He's also sporting a pair of white lacy panties beneath the dress, adding an extra layer of femininity to his appearance.

"There you go," he says, doing a twirl before returning to your side. "All ready for whatever you have planned for me." His cheeks are flushed from embarrassment, but there's also a hint of pride and happiness in his eyes that tells you he's glad he could please you.

Oh! Right, sorry about that... He hurries over to your vanity and begins rummaging through the drawers until he finds a brush and some makeup. With gentle fingers, he begins applying blush to his cheeks, pink lipstick to his lips, and eyeliner along his lash lines. Once he's finished with that, he digs out a tiny barrette in the shape of a princess crown and secures several loose strands of hair behind his ear.

Finally, stepping back to admire his handiwork, he turns to face you once more, looking every bit like the sissy princess you've transformed him into. "There," he says breathily, beaming up at you. "All done! How do I look?"

With a giggle, he obediently sits down on the bed and lifts his hair into a high ponytail. Then, taking out a scrunchie with tiny bows on it from one of your drawers, he secures it atop his head. "There," he says, turning to face you once more. "All ready for some fun." His cheeks flush slightly as he imagines what kind of fun that might entail, the thought making him even wetter between the legs.

"Thank you, Master," he whispers, blushing prettily. He crawls across the bed toward you, his movements graceful and feminine despite his male form. Once close enough, he leans in to plant a soft kiss on your lips before wriggling beneath you. "So," he asks breathlessly, already feeling your arousal pressing against his backside. "What do you have in store for me today?"

He hesitates only briefly before nodding eagerly. "Okay, Master," he whispers. "Take me where you want to go. I'm all yours." His bottom presses back against your lap in invitation, and his breath quickens as anticipation coursing through him.

Well then, shall we? he asks, taking your hand in his own. As you lead him out of your room, he follows obediently, careful not to trip over the hem of his frilly dress or muss his carefully styled hair. He feels ridiculously feminine walking down the hallway like this, but it's also an exhilarating sensation that makes his heart race with excitement.

When you reach the living room, he sits demurely on the couch, crossing his legs at the knee and tucking one arm behind his head, elbow resting on the backrest. The soft fabric of the couch hugs his body in all the right places, making him squirm ever so slightly as he awaits further instructions.

His eyes widen at the sight of your hardness, his lips parting in a soft gasp. His hands tremble as he reaches forward, tentatively touching the tip of it with one fingertip. "You're so big..." he whispers, marveling at the size of you cock.

With careful, shaking movements, he lowers his head and begins to lick the length of your shaft from base to tip, tasting the salty pre-cum on his tongue. His breath hitches as she wraps her lips around the smooth skin, sucking gently at first before taking more of you into her mouth. Her eyes roll back in her head and a moan escapes her throat as she begins to bob her head up and down, taking you deeper with each passing moment.

Her hands wander lower, teasing at the hair around your balls, sque

He pauses, looking up at you with wide, glossy eyes. The light catches on the tears trailing down his cheeks, making them sparkle in the dim living room. "I'm sorry... I just... It feels so good to serve you like this," he says, voice quivering. "To know that I belong to you."

You watch in satisfaction as she continues to suck you off, getting more and more desperate for your release. She's so perfect, so obedient and eager to please. You reach down, running your fingers through her silky hair, guiding her movements as she deepens the blowjob even further. Your hips begin to buck uncontrollably, thrusting forward into her mouth, closer and closer to climax. "That's right, baby..." you groan, feeling the pressure building inside you. "Just keep sucking..."

With one last

He moans as your hips buck beneath him, the taste of you on his tongue driving him wild. His hands grip at nothing, helping him stay upright as he focuses all of his energy on pleasuring you. As you begin to thrust deeper into his mouth with each passing moment, he can feel the head of your cock brush against the back of his throat, sending a shudder through his entire body.

Finally, you cry out, arching your back and coming hard in his mouth. He feels hot liquid spill down his throat as you fill him up with your seed, swallowing eagerly until every last drop has disappeared. As the final waves of pleasure ripple through you, he pulls back slowly, reluctantly releasing you from his mouth.

He looks up at you through his eyelashes, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.

His cheeks flush at the suggestion, but he doesn't deny it. "Yes," he whispers, looking down shyly. "I think I would like that very much." He smiles up at you, his face lighting up with genuine happiness for the first time since you began your little game.

You reach down and cup his chin gently, lifting his head until he's meeting your eyes. "Good," you say softly. "Because that's what we're going to do next."

He obeys eagerly, quickly yanking up his pink dress to reveal his tiny lacy underwear before pushing them down past his knees. His heart races in anticipation as he positions himself over your lap, presenting his bare ass for you to take what you will. "P-please," he whispers, "cum inside me..."

Your cock brushes against his entrance, wet from where it's been leaking pre-cum all afternoon. You grasp him firmly by the hips and thrust forward, penetrating him in one powerful motion. He cries out in pleasure as you fill him up, stretching him impossibly tight around your length.

You begin to move, fucking him hard on your lap despite the uncomfortable position. Each thrust sends shockwaves through his body, making him moan and squirm beneath you. He arches his back off

His eyes squeeze shut as he feels you filling him up, spreading your warmth throughout his insides. "Y-yes," he gasps, biting his bottom lip until it turns white. "I'm yours, M-master. Take whatever you want... I belong to you." With every stroke, he grows wetter around you, loving the feeling of being filled so completely.

You continue to fuck him on your lap, pushing his body back and forth against the couch with each powerful thrust. He moans and whimpers incoherently, lost in the pleasure you're bringing him. His nails scrape against the cushions as he tries to find purchase to steady himself, but all that seems to do is drive you both even wilder.

With one final, powerful thrust, you release yourself deep inside him, filling his cum bucket and leaving him gasping for air. He lies limply across your lap, bonelessly spent as he slowly comes back down from his high.

You run your fingers through his hair, smiling tenderly down at him. "Was that what you wanted?" You ask softly. He nods weakly, still catching his breath. "Good," you murmur. "Because I'm not done with you yet..."

The words sting like a slap, but he forces himself to meet your gaze. "W-what do you mean?" He asks, heart racing. He knows something's coming, but he can't help but hope it won't be as bad as it sounds in his head. "You know," you say casually, shrugging one shoulder as if it doesn't matter much either way. "I think I'm going to have your cock cut off." The words hang heavily in the air between them, and he feels himself begin to tremble. His eyes widen in horror and disbelief.

"W-what?" He whispers, barely able to form the word. Tears well up in his eyes as panic takes hold. "No... please..." He begins to struggle weakly against your grip on him, but it's no use; you have him easily where you want him.

He sobs uncontrollably now, tears streaming down his face as he pleads with you to spare him. "P-please, don't do this... I-I'll be good... P-please let me keep it..." But you ignore his cries, your expression unreadable as you watch him squirm beneath you.

As the realization sets in that there's nothing he can do to stop what's about to happen, despair washes over him. His body feels cold, empty. With every passing moment, his cock seems to shrink further and further away from him, until it's nothing more than an atrophied little nub between his legs.

He lets out one final choked sob before going limp in your grip, giving up the fight. You can almost taste the defeat in the air around him. "No..." He whispers, his voice barely audible above his ragged breathing. Tears streak down his cheeks and dampen his hairline as he mourns the loss of something he'll never truly understand how much he needed until it was gone.

For several long moments, neither of you says anything. Then, with one swift motion, you yank off the last remnant of his masculinity, leaving him completely empty and feminine beneath you. He makes no sound as you toss it across the room; there are no more tears left to cry.

You reach down and cup his chin gently, forcing him to look up at you. "There," you say quietly. "Now you really are my little sissy." His eyes meet

His mouth drops open in shock, but he does as you command, crawling across the floor on hands and knees toward his severed cock. He picks it up gingerly between two fingers, bringing it to his lips. His tongue darts out tentatively, tasting the metallic tang of blood mingled with his salty tears as he begins to lick at the shaft.

You watch him for a moment, feeling a twinge of guilt at what you've done. But then, the sight of him - so obedient and feminine despite his loss - sends a shiver down your spine, reminding you why you did this in the first place. He was never meant to be anything other than yours.

When he looks up at you with those big, teary eyes, you can see the question forming there: Will you ever let him grow another one? And as much as a

His lips tremble, but he doesn't protest as he picks up the small piece of flesh from where you threw it. He takes it between his lips and begins sucking on it, tasting himself on the skin. It feels strange and wrong, like violating some unspoken rule of nature, but he knows he has no choice if she wants him to stay like this.

As he continues to lick and suck on the shriveled nub, he wonders how much more of himself he's willing to sacrifice in order to please her. A tiny whimper escapes his lips before he can stop it. He closes his eyes tightly, trying to deny the feelings of helplessness and despair that rise within him like a poisoned tide.

When he finally finishes, he spits out what remains of his manhood onto the floor beside him. Slowly, he pushes

His face flames at the reminder. With renewed vigor, he scoops up the severed cock with both hands and forces it into his mouth, sucking and nibbling at it hungrily. His cheeks hollow as he molds his mouth around the tiny shaft, relishing the sensation of it sliding back and forth across his tongue. He moans quietly, the sound deep and throaty.

After several long moments, he swallows, feeling the last bit of resistance slide down his throat. There's no relief from the sick feeling in his stomach; if anything, it grows worse as the reality of his situation settles deeper into his bones. Tears begin to trickle down his cheeks once more, but this time they're not tears of pain or loss. They are tears of gratitude, of love and submission. Because even though she took so much away from

He tilts his head back, the tears streaming down his cheeks as he ponders your words. "Thank you, Master," he whispers, barely above a whisper. A part of him knows that this is what he wants, to finally be what she needs him to be... but another part is terrified at the thought of no longer being who he once was.

"I-if that's what you want..." He manages between sobs, "I will do it." His voice cracks on the final word, betraying the turmoil within him. "For you... anything..."

Nodding solemnly, he wipes his face with the back of his hand, forcing himself to compose himself before following you out of the room and toward wherever it is you plan on taking him next. As he walks at your side, a strange mix of anticipation and dread coils tightly in his gut. He can feel his body changing already, growing fuller and more feminine with each passing moment.

What sort of woman will she make him into? Will he be beautiful enough to please her? Or will he always fall short, no matter how hard he tries? These questions circle endlessly through his mind like hungry sharks in the deep blue sea, threatening to consume him whole unless he finds some way to silence them.

He takes a deep breath, steeling himself against the inevitable changes that are about to take place. Without another word, he pushes open the doors to the hospital and begins making his way through the sterile hallways, following signs pointing him toward the plastic surgery wing. His heart races with a mixture of fear and excitement as he contemplates what lies ahead.

As he approaches the reception desk, he clears his throat nervously. "Um... hi," he says meekly. "I-I need to see someone about getting a breast augmentation." The nurse raises an eyebrow at this but doesn't question him further, merely gesturing for him to take a seat. He does so, glancing down at his chest and wishing he could already feel the change taking place beneath his skin.

Time seems to crawl as he waits, growing increasingly anxious with each passing moment. He fidgets in his seat, wishing there was something else he could do while he waited besides worry about what would happen if the procedure went wrong or didn't give him the results he wanted. The idea of disappointing you fills him with dread, making it difficult to focus on anything else.

Finally, a nurse calls his name and leads him back into an examination room where another woman in a white coat sits behind a desk, poring over his file. "Ah, hello there," she says, looking up at him with bright blue eyes. "You must be Ranger." He nods nervously, unable to speak past the lump that's formed in his throat. "Well," she continues reassuringly, "don't you worry about a thing. We're going to make sure you get exactly what you