That’s right all sissy phone sex sluts are welcome to my sexy domination! I was at the farmers market and saw the most pretty female trying to be a man. What I mean was her face looked like an angel and she clearly didn’t belong in men’s clothing or trying to be masculine. And no this wasn’t just a gay boy, this was clearly a male species stuck in a body and life they did not want. A wife and brats tagged along as he carried fruits and vegetables and muttered yes dear. His gaze would go to the big burly farmers unloading trucks. He was in need and I knew it. I got close and purposefully bumped into him. I smiled as he was so sweet and apologizing. My eyes caught his as his little family left him behind.
“You should be only sorry that you are not on your knees in pretty clothes sucking that farm hand off for me.” My words stunned him, but he was almost hypnotized by my voice. “Is your clitty hard? If so here’s my number.” No one paid attention to us as i passed him a card and loudly proclaimed that I could help him redecorate. I would be redecorating his life privately for sure.
It took two days for my new sissy slut to call me for an impromptu Phone sex chat of sorts. He was miserable and perked right up at me telling him I had a black cock appointment. I offered the address and took his male clothing size. I had just the perfect sissy slut outfit for the first sissy lessons with me and a black dick!