Sissification and Humiliation

Sean walks in wearing his own skin. He walks out wearing lace and the name Dixie. I strip every last shred of manhood off him and hand him the frilly apron instead. He learns fast what it costs to be my French maid. Every order comes with a crack of the whip across his pale ass. Every hesitation earns another stripe. I parade him in front of my friends so they can laugh at the trembling clit between his legs while he pours their drinks. Later I bend him over the bench, spread him wide, and drive my strap-on straight into that tight man pussy. The deeper I pound, the harder his little dick swells. When I finally let him come he sprays like a broken pipe, ruining the fresh maid outfit I just put on him. By the end of the night he knows two things for certain: he is Dixie now, and I own every hole he has left.