I have been having My bottom bitch, main squeeze, sluttiest slut of all cock holes, Gaping-Gabriella keep a very dirty diary of our debaucherous debacles. Here is the first entry:
“ Mistress Isobel told me to be owned as her sissy slut and knows as Mistress Isobel slutty bimbo whore Gabriella. I was told to go shopping, pick out panties and throw away all my men underwear. No longer to wear men underwear and always wear panties. I got all sorts of panties to wear for my Mistress Isobel. Thongs, G-string and bikini panties. Every day I am to send pictures of my panties I am wearing to my Mistress Isobel.
Tuesday, November 22,
2016MISTRESS ISOBEL SISSY ASSIGNMENTThere are many steps to being a good sissy! Especially if I want to be Mistress Isobel sissy slut. Some of them are simple and some of them will take a bit more effort. But every one of these steps will bring me closer to the sissy I am meant to be! This will be thorough, detailed and very comprehensive changing your masculinity totally and completely! Each of these steps will lead you down the path of feminization and sissification. The introduction to the sissy steps will be taking under Mistress Isobel guidance and control! Mistress Isobel takes her training of her girls very seriously! One of the reasons is she wants to be proud to call me as her sissy slut Gabriella and proud to be My MISTRESS ISOBEL slut! This assignment will allow visual reminders that I am her sissy and will enhance my femininity and sissification! “
Next up, Gabby’s view as well as video proof of the misdemeanors.
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The swing-set is my favorite playground item. It is the feeling of weightlessness at the ends of each swing that spins My mind into a serene kind of frenzy. As I gained air and momentum, My white dress flared up to catch the wind. I stretched My pale little feet out as far as I could shooting up and then back.
From way up high at the beginning of another exciting swing I spotted a man-boy approaching with his hands held wide as if to receive Me for a big embrace. He was statured like a man, but had the look of a boy; lightly freckled skin, perfect blue eyes. He was very near now, almost beneath Me, perhaps looking up My dress which had taken to streaming behind Me like a long angelic tail.
I saw his beautiful face arranged perfectly for kissing, and as My gondola of joy brought Me down to My cortier I dismissed it all for what appeared to be a target, right between his legs. It beseeched Me and I obliged, landing My tiny slippered foot right on the target. I felt the dull impact, like stepping on an expired wafer, against the body of My little foot. The squishy flesh beneath his crunchy gentleman pants gave way, almost enveloping its attacker. Simultaneously the impact sent him to his toes, his eyes widening to accept the gesture with stoic gratitude.
My seat swung back sharply, pulling Me back on course against all physical reason. From the pinnacle I saw him again below Me, waiting, and I came down for another bull’s eye, laughing with maniacal pleasure as I descended. This time he became air borne, his face of masochistic bliss even more distorted, smiling at Me.
I kicked the man in the genitals again, and again until his head grew large with pressure like a balloon and finally burst, propagating a colorful shower of marshmallow candy bits. Each little sugar morsel melted into a gooey frosting as it rained down upon Me and the playground.
A drowning sensation woke Me from My dream. Have you had any kinky dreams lately? Share them in the comments or if you are shy in a private conversation with me.