Your attitude lately has been so unacceptable, it won’t do just to sissify you —you need shrinking fetish phone sex as well. Recently, I’ve administered this dual treatment to a new closet case client in my life. Let’s call her “Heather.” In fact, I do call her Heather. I love christening sissies like her with real whore names. Have you ever met a Heather that wasn’t a total slut? I certainly haven’t!
Our femdom role play begins before Heather’s hatched into the two-inch tall feminized whore she inevitably becomes. It’s another day in my sex dungeon and Heather is moping around, somehow even more listless than usual. Lately, I’ve caught her mumbling under her breath when I give her commands, even talking back occasionally. Unbelievable, right? I’d had enough of her shit and decided to take matters into my own (dominant, superior) hands with our shrinking fetish phone sex role play.
As Heather skulked around, wallowing in her signature misguided self-pity, I announced we were having a special visitor tonight. I’d invited another of my other submissives over and she would be sucking his cock. Not only would I degrade her by forcing her to suck a cock, but the cock of another submissive. She had fallen so far down the totem pole, she was beneath even my other forced bi phone sex-loving slaves. And so sucking the cock of a cocksucker felt like an appropriate way to begin her punishments for the evening’s shrinking fetish phone sex.
I looked down at Heather as she deep-throated that hard dick. “You’re half-assing it again,” I chided her. With her sissy lips wrapped around the cock she looked up at me, her eyes pouting. I shook my head, scowled, and spit into her mouth as it bobbed up and down.
What she didn’t know was I’d spit a potion, activated by cum, into her mouth.
“Keep it wet, bitch!”
Maybe it was seeing my contempt for Heather or perhaps finally getting his dick wet enough, but my other submissive began to cum. Heather and I made unbroken eye contact as she swallowed every drop. And while she was swallowing, as soon as the cum touched her slutty, sissy tongue she began to shrink. The horror and confusion spreading across her face made me realized I’d done the right thing.
“What’s happening?” she wailed, her voice highering in pitch even as she gasped out those two short words.
“I put a shrinking potion activated by cum in my spit, Heather. And you swallowed it. Pretty amazing, huh?” By this time, she had shrunk down to the size I’d intended for our shrinking fetish phone sex call: two inches tall. I picked her up by pinching her tiny sissy head between my thumb and forefinger and lifted her up just beneath my eye level.
She kicked and flailed, screaming “No! You can’t do this! Change me back!”
“Don’t MAKE me DROP you, Heather. It’s a LONG fall down.” I dangled her viciously, shaking her to illustrate my point.
“Forget about me changing you back. It’s NOT going to happen, girly. You have only yourself to blame for this. Do you know why I had to shrink you?”
She muttered in her even further pipsqueaked, faggot chipmunk voice, still angsty and even calling me a “bitch.”
I hurled her onto the floor immediately. “That’s why Heather. Your attitude is unacceptable. You’re going to learn your place now because you don’t have a FUCKING choice, you stupid cunt!” I sneered.
I chased her around the room with my feet, stomping her occasionally. The potion magically prevented her from suffocating or dying, of course. Yes, during our shrinking fetish phone sex call I’d thought of everything. But she could still feel pain. Will her new life of living in my shoe and being stuffed inside my pussy as my tranny girlfriend fucks me teach Heather a lesson? I can only hope. For her sake, mostly.
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