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Link to video of me singing Good Ship Lollipop:
twitter.com/MJosephineDrake/status/972305078898970625
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I had to sing Good Ship Lollipop for a group of women who couldn't stop laughing at me. The humiliation was so intense I was quivering with shame at being such a pathetic pansy. |
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Mommy needed a footrest while she sat on the couch doing her taxes for several hours. |
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After three hours of cleaning her play space in my slippers and tutu, Mommy gave me a hard spanking and then considered whether or not to remove the ginormous butt plug she'd shoved inside me when I first arrived. |
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I'm now the cleaning sissy for a pro domme with a new playspace. She insists I wear the clothespins to keep me focused on speed and efficiency as I make her dungeon sparkle. It was really painful, but I did a good job. Now she's thinking of keeping me locked in the cleaning closet only to be let out to clean between sessions. whimper, sob... |
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Ballet class has become a real sissy hell. The teacher gets annoyed with me when I mess up and the other ladies scoff and snigger at me as I struggle to do the dance moves. The damn white tights are so bright that it attracts everyone in the school to stop and watch me, then laugh and point. Everyone knows the teacher makes me wear them and I'm a pathetic sissy who can't dance. They're footed so they slip inside the slipper as they tug at my legs and waist. Not to mention the dance belt splitting my anus and engulfing my little clitty. I cried for an hour after class. |
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My ballet teacher couldn't stop laughing at me in class. She kept making comments about my outfit, getting the 15 or so ladies giggling at me, treating me like a silly object of ridicule, and making me do extra jumps and prancing. She acted surprised and amused that I'd worn white tights and a bright top, never mentioning she'd told me to wear it and thereby making me appear even more ridiculous. By the end she was on a non-stop laughing gag. Before I left she ordered me to continue coming to class in my outfit. |
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My ballet teacher is making me wear white tights and a bright top to class from now on. Only a sissy would wear this outfit to class and I know she's already told everyone what a sissy I am. Expecting lots of laughter and humiliation. |
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A lovely domme made me put up this photo of me posing in my blue tutu with my turtleneck leotard riding up plump little ass. She's making me sign up to be an Avon lady to sell beauty products at dance class and at work. It's going to be so humiliating. |
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Met a Mistress at DomCon who took me up to her hotel room and butt fucked the hell out of me. Then she put me in a dress, wig, pearls, nylons and heels and paraded me around the hotel with lube dripping out of my sissy hole. Everyone was staring at me as she laughed and introduced me as her sissy whore who she just finished pegging. So humiliating. |
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Approaching the one year anniversary of this photo of me in front of the dance store. Whenever I look at it I pad my tights-clad feet in helpless protest, and hope the domme who sent me won't celebrate by making me go to ballet class in this outfit with a matching tutu for even more intense shame and humiliation. |
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A lovely domme I met on this site invited me over to clean her place. I immediately changed into my frillies as she attached 15 clothespins to my cock and balls. The clothespins kept me working fast and efficient. After each chore was complete she whacked them hard as I whimpered and cried, then spanked me and gave me my next chore. Two hours later I squealed like such a sissy when she removed the clothespins and, her apartment clean and sparkly, booted me out the door--a smitten sissy waiting for my next opportunity to be used. |
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Put in pink Mary Jane shoes with tiara and lipstick, I had to sing Good Ship Lollipop over and over in this outfit. Then I was caned fifty times and had to say "thank you" after each stroke. |
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Sent on a sissy shopping assignment. After donning pink tights, leotard and slippers had to pose in front of the store in all my sissy glory. The owner, sales girls, and customers could not stop laughing at me as I was paraded around the crowded store. Intensely humiliating and emasculating, but the Goddess who sent me was pleased. |
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