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Ageplay Girls Dominatrix Zuri The Petite Sexy Faggot Trainer

Ageplay Girls

Listen up, you big, clumsy faggots! You see this lace, these ribbons, and this perfectly polished exterior and you think I’m just some helpless little thing, don’t you? Well, that’s your first mistake, and I’m going to make sure it’s a painful one. These Ageplay Girls like me are the blueprint for what you’re going to become, because your life as a man is officially over. 

I might look like a soft, girly dream in my frilly socks and pigtails, but inside beats the heart of a ruthless commander who won’t stop until you’re just as dainty and submissive as I am. It is absolutely addictive to see the look of pure terror in your eyes when my sweet, high-pitched voice drops an octave to tell you how pathetic you look. I’m going to mold you into my own image, one humiliating step at a time. 

You’re going to learn to love the feel of silk against your skin, and you’re going to learn to move with the grace of a girl who knows her place… which is right beneath my thumb. I’ll have you squeezing into the tightest, most ridiculous panties I can find, forcing your clumsy body to mimic my effortless femininity until you can’t even remember what it felt like to be “masculine.”

My training is a total psychological takeover. While I’m sitting here looking like a precious angel, I’m actually calculating exactly how to break your spirit and turn you into my mirror image. I want to see you struggle to keep your balance in the heels I’ve picked out for you, your face flushed with shame as I giggle at your awkwardness. 

You’re going to learn to speak when spoken to, to keep your eyes downcast, and to worship the very ground I walk on. Every ruffle I add to your wardrobe is another nail in the coffin of your former self. The best part? You’re going to thank me for it. You’re going to become so addicted to my discipline and my approval that you’ll beg for the chance to wear the lace.

I’m turning you into a beautiful, broken version of myself… a soft, girly shell with a hollowed-out mind that belongs entirely to Zuri. By the time I’m done with you, you won’t just be wearing the panties; you’ll be living for the moment I tell you that you finally look like a good little doll. Now, stop staring at my ribbons and get on your knees; we have a lot of work to do if you ever want to be half as pretty as me.


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