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Sissy Phone Sex

I've been obsessed with women's clothing, shoes and makeup ever since I can recall: dresses, lingerie, little skirts, tiny tops… the whole thing. I love women, and I just want them to make me their sissy little bitch, to have them making me wear the clothes and lingerie I have been buying along the years and that I keep hidden in my room. My family, friends and especially my girlfriend, they know nothing about this, and they wouldn’t understand it. So I keep it to myself. Of course that means that fulfilling my fantasies and wishes is a bit difficult. I've tried videos, pictures, chats… and nothing really worked. I couldn’t do cameras because I'm too afraid of being caught, and I always thought there was no phone sex for this, and if there was, surely it would suck.

But, one day I came across some reviews of a sissy phone sex. The comments were so good I decided to give it a try.

Despite my skepticism, I can't deny I was a little excited, and the anticipation was doing its number on me. A woman answered the phone and after a few questions to know me a bit better as well as what I liked, she entered the role immediately.

"From this moment on, I'm Mistress Hannah to you. I really want to make you my sissy little slut. So tell me what you have that I can use to dress you up the way I want." She asked me, with a very commanding tone.

I described some of the things I have, those that are my favorites and she was pleased. She ordered me to remove all my clothes and put on my favorite panties and bra, some net stockings I had with its garter and the stilettos I had bought only a few days ago.

I wear my hair long, thank god, now it's a common thing on men, and she loved knowing about it. I was immediately ordered to comb it in two bouncing pony tails, with lovely pink bows. I can't express just how aroused I was, how hard my dick was, hearing her giving me instructions on how to dress, comb and even on how to put on some makeup on, to make her happy. "How's my little cock doing, sissy girl?" she asked me at some point and I had to admit I was harder than a rock. Her order was swift and clear: "Don't you dare coming without my consent. You are now MY sissy bitch and I'll be the one making that little cock coming or not. It's my decision and you'll obey me. Are we clear?"

"Yes mistress." But even as I answered I could feel my swelling up even more. I was panting, breathing through ragged gasps, trying to control myself and follow her orders.

"How close are you, sissy slut?" she asked, probably able to tell by my moans I wasn’t far from the edge.

"Close mistress…" I admitted.

"Do you think I should let you come, sissy boy?" she asked in a teasing tone. "Have you earned it?"

"That's for you to decide, mistress, I'm just your sissy, mistress."

"I'm glad you have that so clear, sissy slut, and because you do, and you have been such a good sissy little boy I'll allow you to come, right now, at the count of ten. Do you think you can do that, sissy boy?"

"Can I stroke myself, mistress?" I asked panting even more.

"Of course you can. Are you ready?"

"Yes mistress." I slipped my hard cock through the waist of my panties and started stroking me.

"1…,2…,3…,4…,5…,6…,7…,8…,9…,10…, now."

To tell you the truth I had my doubts about being able to come so fast, even being so aroused. But I did, I came so hard that I can still remember exactly how I felt.
From that night on, every time I need to give wings to my fantasies, I call and live a fantastic moment.

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