Are You a Phone Sex Sissy?

Are you a phone sex sissy? I am a coed sissy trainer. I love pathetic little sissy boys. Sissy boys love me. I can spot one a mile away too. I have sissy radar. I was at the mall shopping when this little pansy of man was started following me everywhere. I made him my bitch for the day. He had to carry all my bags, buy me lunch and all my fancy Starbucks drinks. I took him into stores with me as I tried on clothes. When we were at Victoria Secret, I could tell he was in heaven. I pushed him into a changing room so I could see his package. I laughed so loud when I saw the little nugget swimming between his legs. It was really small. It was so lost in his boxers. I yanked them off him and shoved them in my purse. I made him buy some panties. I ordered him to the front desk to say, ” My mistress says I need panties for my little itty bitty dickie because it gets lost in boxer shorts.” The sales girls cackled in laughter. Don’t feel bad for my sissy. She loved it. She started talking about her little clit stick, even did a little song. She twirled and spun around like a fairy. She was indeed a fairy. Phone sex teens love fairies. We don’t fuck them of course. We dress them. We shame them. We make them clean for us. We shop on their dime. We even make them our sissy cuckolds sometimes. A sissy makes an excellent fluffer. I had so much fun with my new sissy at the mall, that I decided to call her Sissy Sally. She needed to be a sissy for more than just a day. Sissy Sally was wearing a pinky frilly dress, a pink dog collar and pink panties by the end of the day. She bought all my purchases and promised to come by my place later to give me a pedicure. A sissy is a wonderful thing to have.Online sissy training sessions available now!