My Dirty Little Piggybank

Funny how quickly your mind opens right up when you hear My voice. It's like a switch flips, and suddenly you realize I'm in charge again. you think this is about your touching yourself? Lol, no. I'm programming you. Each stroke ties you tighter to Me. you're not stroking because you want to, you're stroking because I make you want to. Even if I told you to stop, you'd beg to keep going, wouldn't you? The loop isn't in this clip, it's inside you. And you'll feel it. Every time you try to resist.

Today, I'm not your Mistress. I'm your sculptor. I'm going to mold you into what I want you to be. you were never meant to be a man, and deep down, you know that. I don't even need a man. But what I want is a pretty little obedient girl. I will transform you into the perfect little slave doll. I will take control over everything you do, have and touch. And if I don't approve, you just won't have it. you will learn how to be a girl, not just look like one. you will also go through sexual rewiring and rituals. your body, voice and thoughts are no longer yours, they are Mine. Those are the only things that will be in your pretty LITTLE HEAD. And if I see any rouge thought, I will smack it out of you. Say goodbye to the old, ugly, boring you. I will even change your name. One day, we will look back at this moment and I will remind you of the time you thought you were a man. And you will say, "Yes Empress, that's was such a dumb thought. Thank you for correcting Me. you now exist to serve, and your new role is clear: to please Me as My obedient, delicate, dolled-up sissy.

This is not a reward. This is your duty, this is your life. What I deserve is waking up beautifully for the day while My servant is there waiting on Me hand and foot. your days will always start with worshiping Me, My ass and feet. Because I said so. While I am out and about, you are here. Preparing for My return. Ready to worship and serve. There is no other life for you.

you're so desperate for My spit and we both know, you'll never be able to break from your addiction. It's pathetic, but the truth. So just open wide and take it how I give it.

My Step-Brother's keeper? I think being My LOSER'S KEEPER is far more fun.And you're so lucky to be My locked up loser. Putting you in chastity and keeping your key, just to dangle it infront of you, is a beautiful reminder of how easy it is to control you. It doesn't just make Me happy, but it will be just as satisfying for you. Knowing that your aches and suffering is all for Me. you are mine, I'm the one who makes decisions with your freedom; or lack thereof. you are My property, My project. I love watching you struggle. With your balls tight and your cock caged. All while I tease and taunt you with My beauty and power. you're so pathetic, desperate and hopeless in this state, and that's when I enjoy you the most. you're no good otherwise. 

I can tell sometimes you think you're a normal guy and have these silly fantasies of being a boyfriend or something like that, lol. How funny. you're not mean't to be a boyfriend. The material that you're made of is more like, yes slave fabric, but also something a bit more fun. you need to be situated to a position of your true standard. I have the perfect thing in store for you. you are now My piggybank. My dirty little piggy slot that I use for funding My beautiful life. We're going to make it official. Our new ritual of refacing you, reprogramming you and restoring your true calling. My paypig. Oink oink little fucker.

you want to be approved as a slave for Me? you have to go through a documented inspection. I will test you and make sure that your most fragile parts are able to able to withstand My demands. We already know you are below most standards, but I need to know where you are in this process so I can trConsume you properly. you want to be My slave so bad, so you will have to be able to pass this test.

We've been having a good time, and I think we should take the next step in the development of our relationship. you have some good qualities, I enjoy them. But I want them to be even better. I like things a certain way, and you'll get to know Me a little more. I'm sure we will will get along, you being the kind of guy you are, and Me being the type of girl I am. I think we fit nicely. But it's time we ramp it up. Don't worry, I'll lead.

She has finally taken form. No longer just a whisper in his dreams or just visions in his mind. Tonight, She steps through the veil, flesh and shadow, hunger w**** in skin. She reveals Herself, radiant and wicked. She’s come to play with Her food, but She doesn’t rush. She savors. Every touch is a spell, every glance a promise of pleasure laced with ruin. She drinks him in slowly, feeding not just on his desire; but on the lifeforce buried in his sweat, in his trembling, in the heat of surrender. his essence- his cum, his lust- her fuel. And She doesn’t stop. She feeds until he shudders and falls limp. Until his energy coils inside Her like lightning. She grows stronger with every pulse, every release. he grows weaker, aching and addicted. By the time She disappears into the dark, he’s hollowed out- breathless, dazed, waiting. And Her? She leaves glowing, powerful, and insatiably hungry for next time.

you don't deserve Me. Or My feet, or My time.. There really isn't much you deserve. Other than humiliation, and on occasion, My socks. But it will cost you. you are such a foot freak, you can't keep your eyes off My socks. I know what you're thinking. you're just hoping for a chance to get closer so you can sniff. My foot, is your Master, your obsession.. but My sock.. what a dream souvenir! How long would these socks last with you? you'll probably worship them to threads lol. I'll let you sniff My feet, but ONLY so that you will forever stay desperate to have My socks in your face. Beg, beg for these Goddess foot-scented socks.

If it wasn't enough humiliation from your Momm, of course, your sisster must ALWAYS go out of her way to get under your skin even more. Overhearing your embarrassing day, she laughs and taunts you in the ways only a sisster can. She knows you in ways you would never want any girl to know you. And she never lets you forget how lame you are. you're just a sexless dork in her eyes. And always have been. But making fun of your crush on Jennifer? That's just new ammo for your Big Step-Siss. And no doubt, she'll take the opportunity to use it up.

It's late on Valentine's Day and as you start to fall asleep, you get a text. "Hey button.. IDK ur real name... ur sisster gave me ur #" "Jennifer??" "Ya, Who else would be texting u on Valentine's Day? lol" "O true hahahah Happy Valentine's Day! I didn't think I'd ever get to talk to u since, u know.." "So my BF just left n I was thinking about u. u should cum over :)" "Me?? OK!  Now??" "u have 2 sneak through my window. And yes, it has to be NOW... Don't forget my presents :) " "I can be really quick!" "Yea bet. Get Here.. 669 Milky Way" The unbelievable happened. you can't even believe it. Jennifer wants you to hangout. At her house. There is no way you're going to screw this up. you already gave your sisster the gifts you got Jennifer, so you have to grab at least something and grab the cash you were saving. Girls, love that. What are you going to do while you're there? She always makes you nervous, but right now, you couldn't. be more excited. Jennifer didn't even know you, but now, she just might start to like you.