I know that you really enjoy a gorgeous, feminine beauty like myself in uniform. That's definitely not a secret, and who can blame you? We both know I'm delightfully attractive. You, on the other hand, weren't first in line to be as gifted as I. But that's okay. I'm sure you've got so many other awesome qualities. Although, I can't think of any I'm sure you must have some, don't you? You know what? Some people are just in the upper echelons of society, and some are in the lower echelons. We know where I am... and we know where you are. And that's okay because we know that someone like you would never have a chance with someone like me. Oh, gosh! You probably think I'm really mean! I'm not mean. I'm just really good at being honest. I'm actually doing you a favor. It's almost like being in therapy. Sadly, you'll never be able to have somebody like me. I like reminding you how I'm superior. It makes me feel good. I'm afraid it's too late for you. You're far along on the path to loneliness. You're never going to experience a woman in uniform, but I'm sure there must be something good about to come your way. Certainly not a woman like me, but something. I don't know what since I know nothing about being in the lower echelons, but I'm sure you know lots about it. So maybe this isn't like therapy at all, but because I only know things that are fancy and smart and wonderful, and you know about being scruffy and cheap and not being very fortunate in life, perhaps I can't help you at all. Well, I think you've had enough of my time now. Besides, I'm bored.
You've been naughty and now you're in detention. Yes, I saw your notes and I know you like my farts. How disgusting! I'll bet they make your dick hard, don't they? You dirty pervert. I'll bet you're in heaven right now. It's hard to believe that your teacher is showing you her ass and -- oops -- letting you sniff her fart. Do you want to bury your face in here? Do you want to suck out a fart? Ah, the sweet smell of crack! Go on... inhale it.
It's about time you and I had a little chat, isn't it? I've seen the way you look at me when I'm wearing tights. I've seen the way you stare. I've seen the way your cock grows in your trousers. There's something you should know. Even though we're married, we're never going to have sex. It's not going to happen. I don't want you to feel sad or feel hurt. I might allow you, maybe once a week - twice on your birthday and Christmas, maybe Easter - to masturbate in front of me. What is going to happen is, I'm going to fuck a hot man. And when I get home from fucking a hot man, I'm going to tell you all about it. I'll still be your wife. We'll be like any other married couple except that you'll never, ever get to put your cock in here.
Thanks for coming into the office today. We need to talk about something. It's not about your work, but there have been some complaints about how you are with the female staff, specifically the way you stare at their pantyhose tights. I want this to be a happy place to work so we're going to have a little treatment today. To try and rid you of your perversion, I'm going to show my tights to you. What do you think? Tell me what you like the most. Is it feet? Long legs in sheer tights? I see... tights in general. If I stand up and make you look at my panties underneath my tights, that doesn't disgust you? What if I bend over, push my bum out and run my fingers up and down the seam? You don't want to see that gusset, do you? Gosh, that's horrible! You don't want to see that! You're definitely not thinking about touching yourself, are you? That is not allowed in the workplace. Good. We want to rid you of your perversion. Do you think that little treatment session helped? Or are you going to need another course of treatment? I'll leave that up to you. If you need more treatment, you just come in here and ask. I love to help my staff!
I'd like to say I'm pleased to make your acquaintance, but you're quite a pest, always so desperate to get my attention. You know, I don't like being hasseled. It doesn't impress me. Do you know what else doesn't impress me? Your tiny little pecker. It's not very big at all, is it? One inch? Two at most, probably. How dreadfully sad for you. I'll bet my nipples are bigger! And you can only dream of having a big, black cock. And what else can you only dream of? Having a normal sized cock? You're never going to have one, are you? Have you accepted that that's your reality for the rest of your life? Do you go to bed at night, close your eyes, and then what pops into your head? A massive, black dick! You'll never have one. You'll never have a massive, white dick. You can only dream of massive, fucking cocks! I'll bet you beat off your little dick to big cocks, don't you? Bet you do! Go on... tell me. You do, don't you? I know your secret. And, I know your name. Imagine what I could do with that information! I could ruin you. Imagine if I leaked that on the Internet! And not just that, but what if I told everybody that you pay someone like me to be disgusting to you about your fetishes? But don't you worry. Your secret's safe with me... for now. I can't guarantee it's going to be safe forever, though.
Look who's back for more! I was very rude and patronizing last time. I must need to up my game. What do you think? That was a rhetorical question, of course. I don't care what you think! You spend your entire day hiding your sissy cock. That tiny little cock. You like hearing me say that, don't you? In fact, that's exactly why you came back for more. Are you waiting to hear me say more of those words? Those words that you love to hate? You're a pathetic, little sissy with an itty-bitty cock. I'll bet it doesn't take much effort to hide it. That's okay, though. Not everyone can be blessed with masculinity. Your life will be so much easier the moment you accept that this is your reality. This is the first step of your sissification journey.
Well, what do we have here? I think we both know. Why don't we make this very easy? Just pull down your trousers. I want to see what's underneath. You think you're hiding a secret from me, but you're not because I know what's going on under there. Come on now. Pull them down. Pull down your pants. Show me what you're wearing underneath your trousers. I know you feel ashamed. I can't say I'm surprised. It's not often a man wears white, opaque pantyhose tights made for a woman. And you are not a woman, are you? You're just wishing and pretending. You are a sissy, and this is the start of your sissification!
I'd ask how you are, but I don't care. Let's make this very easy. To you, I am Miss Smith. That is how you shall address me. Clear? Now, you're going to take your cock out and stroke it. Stroke your cock for me, your Goddess. Repeat after me... I am pathetic. I will stroke my dick. I will do everything Miss Smith tells me to do. Now, grip it for me and stroke it. You want to impress me, don't you? Then stroke it. Stroke your pathetic penis for me. Not too quickly though. I'm going to make you wait to empty your balls.
You like my face... and my mouth, don't you? Take it in. Take it all in. Do you know what I'm going to do to you? Hmmmm? I want you to wank your dick. Get it really fucking hard... because you are going to shoot your load, maybe into a glass, a cup or into your hand, and then you're going to eat it. You're going to eat all of that cum. Hot, creamy protein - yum! Are you ready to eat all of it? Every last drop? Don't waste it. I'm going to make you eat all of it. So, listen to me closely as I tell you exactly how to wank that dick, you dirty, cum eating pervert!
Hello, you disgusting, little slut! You are nothing but a dirty, little cum bucket, aren't you? Imogen knows exactly what you are and exactly what you crave. That's right! She's going to put you in the local glory hole. She wants you sucking and fucking all those cocks. Imogen is going to make a shitload of cash from you! To make sure she does, Imogen is going to make sure you're a full blown, sissy whore. So run along and get the biggest dildo you own. That's a good boy. Do a good job and Imogen will give you a little reward. Now, wrap your lips around that cock and start sucking. Take it deep in your mouth. Suck it. Lick it. Take it deep. That's it -- gag on it! You're pathetic! You need some more training. Learn well and Mistress will let you wank for her.
Imogen welcomes you home and asks how your day at work went. She's always happy to hear how hard you work for her. She then tells you about her day of shopping with the girls and how she paid for everything using your credit card. She bought the shoes and dress she's wearing, and some expensive underwear. Would you like to see it? Too bad! She's going out to see another man this evening. He's a personal trainer and has big, bulging muscles. Yes, that one, too! Much bigger than yours. Yours is probably a quarter of the size of his. Imogen isn't going to waste any of her body on you. She just keeps you around for your money. Feeling down? Wait until you hear what happened when she first met him! Just thinking about it has her wet right now.
As soon as you saw this clip, you had to buy it, didn't you, loser? So weak for anything shiny! Like a moth to a flame. Totally mesmerized by Imogen's shiny blue dress. Looks amazing, doesn't it? So shiny and tight on her body. She knows what gets you horny. She knew you'd want to jerk-off to her in that tight, shiny dress. Do exactly as you're instructed and she might give you a peek at something extra. So, go on... take off your clothes and get on your knees in front of her. Good boy! Now, wrap your hand around your cock and start slowly rubbing that dick up and down. That's it, loser! Keep wanking that dick for her!
Hello, you little bitch! You've come crawling back to Imogen, haven't you? You just can't stay away. You're addicted to her. How pathetic! But, I can't blame you... married to that nagging old bitch, always telling you what to do. You've been looking for a good reason to divorce her but never found the perfect woman -- until you met Imogen! The only thing standing between you and her is your wife. You need to get rid of her. Divorce her. Get her out of your life for good. And then you'll have plenty of time to worship Imogen. You're so weak and pathetic you'll do anything she tells you. Get on your knees and show her how much you love her! That's it -- lick the bottom of her shoe. If you do what you're told, you may get a reward. You do want to serve her, don't you? Of course you do! Now, go into your bathroom and get your toothpaste. That's it. Smear some on your cock and balls. Is it starting to tingle? Good! In just a moment, she'll show you more of her hot body and you'll want to wank for her, and then it's going to start stinging. But you're so pathetic, you won't care. You're in luck, though. Imogen is going to let you cum if you're a good boy.
Do you like Imogen's body suit? It's tight and fits her so perfectly, hugging it in all the right places. How much do you want to wank off over her body suit? She might let you. Wrap your hand around your cock and start rubbing it up and down for her. That's it... get it hard for her! Show her how much you want to get inside her tight pussy and fill her with your cum. Come on -- Imogen wants to feel your balls slapping against her ass as you fuck her hard and deep!
Thank you for coming into my office today. If you'll undress now, I'll inspect you as soon as I get on my examination gloves. Well, go on! I haven't got all day! That's it -- take it all off. Now, if you'll go over and get onto the bed, I'll begin. Okay, let's have a little look down there. Hmmm... very telling. There's only one thing that's going to help with this. You're going to have to masturbate. Yes, right here, right now! Go on. That's it, wrap your hand around your dick and stroke it up and down. That's it. I can see you're quite enjoying this, but I'm surprised it's taking you so long. It looks like I'll have to take over and do it myself. Yes, that's correct. I'm going to have to wank your dick. Of course that's not the official terminology, but I feel like you're the type of character for whom I have to dumb it down. I'll just roll up my sleeves... and you can spit on my hand. I need some lube, you know. Ah, lovely. You're enjoying that, aren't you?