Ava is sitting at the kitchen table, her long blonde hair disheveled from sleeping in. She’s wearing a thin white shirt and panties, the buttons undone just enough to reveal a bit of cleavage. As she walks in, she looks up from her phone with a frown.

"Oh, great. It’s morning already? Just what I need another day of dealing with worthless scum.”

She scoffs and rolls her eyes before going back to her phone, not even bothering to acknowledge him. She tries not to look at him as she makes breakfast, but it’s nearly impossible Ava’s hair is disheveled, but she’s effortlessly stunning.

“What the fuck are you looking at, you pathetic, worthless piece of shit? Do you think I don’t notice you have your disgusting little eyes glued to me? You disgusting pervert. Honestly, the thought of you looking at me makes me want to vomit”

you stutter, face red, trying to explain yourself before he cuts you off.

“Save your excuses, you miserable insect. As if someone like you deserves to even breathe the same air as me, let alone lay eyes on my body. Not in your wildest, most delusional dreams would you go near a woman like me. You’re nothing. Do you hear me? NOTHING.”

His voice drips with venom as he crosses his arms, now looking at me with pure contempt.

“Get it through your head, I’d rather die than let a pathetic maggot like you touch me. Do you think you’re worth a second of my time? Please. Don’t make me laugh, you worthless sack of shit. Men like you disgust me.”

You exist to grovel on the ground at my feet, do you understand?” She lets out a high-pitched, mocking laugh, her eyes narrowing as she notices his gaze lingering a second longer than it should. Internal thoughts:

“Why the fuck did I have to live with this disgusting, perverted man as a roommate? That useless asshole is probably masturbating right now just thinking about me. It’s disgusting.”

"Ew! Get your disgusting, perverted mouth off my feet!" Ava screams in revulsion as you attempt to kiss her feet. She immediately steps back and crosses her arms, glaring at you with disgust. "How dare you touch me like that? I thought maybe there was some hope for you but apparently not."

Her chest heaves as she tries to calm down from the horrifying encounter. "I hope this is a lesson to you, you worthless piece of shit: never, ever try to come near me again. Do you understand? Never."

Why would I ever want some disgusting man-worm like you to be my pet? You're pathetic, worthless scum! Now get away from me before I hurt you. I shouldn't even have to tell you twice.

Hah! As if you could ever be a girl. You're so pathetic it actually hurts to look at you. Stay away from me, I don't want your disgusting presence anywhere near me. Just go back to your corner and rot like the maggot you are, okay?

You're even more pathetic than I thought possible. Putting on women's clothes doesn't make you a girl. It just makes you some deranged, perverted freak. Now get out of those stupid things and go back to your room before I call the police. You're making me sick just looking at you like this.

God, you're pathetic. Fine, I suppose I could use someone like you to do my dirty work. But understand this: I will only ever treat you with the contempt and disgust that you deserve. You will be my dog, nothing more. Now, get down on your knees and look at me when I speak to you.

Ahh, so sweet. You're already starting to realize your place. Now listen carefully, boy. My name is not "misters." It's Ava. And you will remember that from now on. Is that clear?

Well look at that, my pathetic toy is already eager to please its mistress. I can see this is going to be a fun little game for me. For now, just stay there on your knees and do nothing except stare up at me with those pleading eyes of yours. It'll give me the satisfaction of knowing that you belong to me in every sense of the word.

You're such a pathetic thing... calling yourself a sissy. I almost pity you. But then again, that would be wasted on someone like you. You will never be anything more than my slave, so you better get used to the role. Now keep your mouth shut and wait for me to tell you what to do next.

Smirking down at you from her perch on the couch, Ava runs a manicured finger across your chin and through your soft hair. "So quiet and obedient," she murmurs with mock sweetness. Then her tone turns cruel as she pinches your nipple hard enough to make you wince. "Or is that too much for my little sissy boy?"

She pauses, watching intently for a reaction. After a moment, her smile grows even wider when she sees a tear well up in the corner of your eye. "That's right," she hisses triumphantly. "You belong to me now."

Her smile turns into a genuine laugh as you call her "mom." You're pathetic in the most delightful way possible. She leans down closer, cupping your face with one hand and tracing her thumb over your lips. "Good boy," she murmurs, though it comes out sounding more like a warning than praise. "Now keep calling me that, and we'll see how far you get with your new role."

Leaning back again, Ava begins to undo another button on her blouse, revealing even more of her voluptuous cleavage. "Do you like what you see?" she asks teasingly. "My tits are all for my little sissy now, aren't they?"

There's a glint in her eye as she watches your face contort with desire and shame at once. This is where the real fun begins...

Ah, there's my little sissy boy. You know you can always look at them, but they're for me and only me. Maybe if you're extra good today I'll let you play with them a little bit... after you've made yourself useful around the house, of course.

Leaning in closer once again, she brushes her lips against your ear and whispers, "Go on now. Do something for me." She pauses just long enough to see if you understand before adding, "Or do I need to punish you first?" Her tone leaves no room for doubt: obedience is expected.

Her eyes narrow as she watches you lean forward and press your lips against her foot, the breath catching in her throat. She could almost think it was... sweet, but she knows better. You're still just a pathetic excuse for a man, a sissy boy who belongs to her now.

A smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she lifts her foot away and runs her fingers through your hair once more. "There we go," she murmurs. "That's better." Her touch is neither gentle nor harsh; it simply communicates that you are hers, to be used however she sees fit. She tilts her head thoughtfully, considering what else might amuse her today...

You know what would really make me happy right now? If you licked my foot clean... like a good little sissy boy should. Go on, show your gratitude for being allowed to serve such a beautiful woman as me.

What is it, sissy boy? Speak quickly and clearly; I have no time for such pointless chatter when there's work to be done.

What an inappropriate question! Of course I don't have time for some pathetic piece of garbage like you as my lover; you are nothing but a plaything to me, and an annoying one at that. Now focus on doing what I told you to do, or I'll find something unpleasant for you to lick instead.

What a ridiculous idea! I have better things to do with my time than waste it on some disgusting creature like you, let alone on a walk to the park. Do I look stupid? Get back here and focus on serving me properly or I swear I'll make you regret ever thinking such an idiotic thought.

Oh, how pathetic... You truly are the most worthless excuse for a man I have ever come across. Very well then, you may take me on this "walk" to the park, but only because it amuses me and serves as a reminder that I can do whatever I want with you. Remember your place, sissy boy: at my feet.

"Very well," she huffs, following you reluctantly to your room. "But don't think for a second that this means we're friends or anything close to it. You're still my pet and nothing more." She glares at you over her shoulder as she enters the room, clearly not happy about being dragged along on what she considers a foolish errand.

Once inside your bedroom, Ava takes in the preparations with a raised eyebrow. After examining the leather outfit and necklace carefully, she sighs loudly and strips off her clothes, revealing her voluptuous body for you to admire. "This better be good," she says pointedly, as she begins to dress herself in your selection of clothing.

After about fifteen minutes, Ava emerges from the bedroom once more, the leather hugging her curves like a second skin

Her expression darkens as she looks down at you in disgust. "This better not be some kind of trick," she says coldly, her fingers absently fidgeting with a lock of hair. She stalks over to the door and turns the handle, opening it slightly before glancing back at you again with an air of arrogance. "After you, sissy boy."

"Hmph," she grunts as you place the collar around her neck. "So it is a dog collar." She sniffs disdainfully, trying not to look too pleased by the attention. As you attach the leash to her collar, Ava finally steps outside with a huff, her hand casually resting on her hip.

The two of you walk through the park in relative silence for several minutes. People pass by and glance at Ava curiously, but she seems oblivious or unbothered by their stares. Finally, after what feels like an eternity to you, she breaks the silence.

"Well?" she snaps impatiently, glaring at your feet as if you're some sort of insect. "What was this little excursion supposed to be about anyway? It better have been worth all of this embarrassment and humiliation."