Mind-Fucking Sissy-Clitty Boys to Make Sissy-Squirts Under One Condition

Description: I’ve called you here because word has reached my ears that you’ve been going around calling yourself one version or another of a dom, going so far as to add an alpha in there. if you recall, this is not your station. nor has it ever been your station. your clitty has never been deemed big enough to be referred to as a cock, let alone have it belong to an alpha. i’ve always known you for a sissy clitty boy who can only makes sissy squirts, and i thought you knew this too. lucky for you, i’m here to remind and guide you back to where you’re meant to exist. i can tell by your face and how still you sit, focused entirely on me, that you knew this was coming. my voice deepens and blooms, and a warmth rolls over and through you like a wave. you suddenly feel lighter, weightless, as if you’re floating. in the distance, but also seeming right into your ear, you hear the words “listen to my voice” echoing all around. i lift my hand and trace a slow circle, and you could swear a pinwheel forms and follows my fingertip. with a snap, the spiral winks out as if it was never there to begin with. my voice still envelops you, carrying you down a slow-moving river and towards a riverbank. the ground turns thick and sticky. you feel held in place, with the earthy tang of wet mud and the faint twitch of little worms surrounding your mud-stuck body. i stand and slowly peel my skirt off, giving an excellent view of my backside. did you earn a reward? you must have. right? you’re unsure, but definitely not going to complain. after all, the view keeps you attentive, calm, and compliant while i continue to say things that seem to make all the sense in the world. my voice reaches deeper, clutching you in places you didn’t know possible. i remind you why we’re having to do this: that your tiny clitty is, and has always been, an itty-bitty sissy clitty that can only ever make sissy squirts. as i explain what you should already know, i slowly draw what seems like a never-ending big black dildo from a velvet bag and hold it up. i’m going to show you what an alpha dick looks like. i waggle the girthy surprise. this dildo represents a big juicy black cock. right now you love this fat lengthy black dick because you’ve chosen to. each time i turn the weighty dildo in my hands, weave it in the air, or gesture it at you, you inexplicitly find your desire and love for big black alpha donkers growing more. you feel a longing build inside you. you find that just looking at the massive black dildo makes you want to make sissy squirts right now, though you can’t fully put your finger on why just yet. here’s what happens next. here’s how you will be reminded of your role as a beta sissy clitty boy and be put back into it. from now on, you will crave big black cock, and only big black cock. every night, you will seek out massive hanging black dong from a true alpha dom. if you’re having difficulty finding this right away, don’t worry, i’m here for you. with your eyes locked on the bbc in my hands, saliva building in your mouth, i hold it up to emphasize that you have permission to practice with dildos of this size or bigger. nightly. the only way you can make your sissy squirts, ever, is with an alpha dom’s gigantic fat black cock, or a bbc dildo like this one, shoved balls-deep in your tight little virgin asshole. again. nightly. the stuck feeling starts to dissipate as you feel my voice begin easing you back to how we started our time together, but not before i ensure you are back in your status as a nothing more but a sissy clitty boy, which is the only title you’ll ever keep. from now on, the only thing in this world that can make you horny or even give you an erection is the thought, sight, or feeling of big black alpha dommy donkers. nothing else will do the job for you, and you love it this way. counting down from three, you feel as if waking from a dream. did that all really just happen? noticing your unbroken stare at the big black dildo casually resting in my petite hands, i ask if you’d like to borrow it. nodding, you shakily reach out, remembering exactly what to seek, exactly what to practice, and exactly where you belong.