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The Sissy Training

Sonya, a voluptuous phone sex operator, captivates Bill with her dominant presence. She trains him as a sissy, focusing on manners, fashion, and seduction. As Bill follows her guidance, the erotic tension builds, leading to a shared climax.

CHAPTER 1

BBW Sonya, a voluptuous beauty with a voracious appetite for pleasure, found her calling in the world of phone sex, where she could indulge in a myriad of erotic fantasies. With her husky voice and insatiable lust, she became a favorite among her regular callers, each with their own unique desires. One such caller, Bill from Preston, had a particular fetish that intrigued Sonya—he yearned to be transformed into a perfect little sissy.

Sonya, in all her curvaceous glory, took great delight in training Bill, guiding him through the art of becoming a submissive and obedient plaything. Her deep, sultry voice purred into the phone, "Welcome back, my little Bill. Are you ready for another lesson in sissification?"

Bill's voice quivered with excitement, "Oh, Mistress Sonya, I've been waiting all week for this. Please, teach me more. I want to be the sissiest slut for you."

Sonya smirked, her brown eyes sparkling with mischief. "Very well, my pet. Today, we shall focus on etiquette and fashion. You must learn to carry yourself with grace and poise, befitting a true sissy."

Bill's breath hitched as Sonya's words sent a shiver of anticipation down his spine. He had always dreamed of this transformation, and Sonya's commanding presence only fueled his desire.

"First, my dear, we shall discuss table manners. A proper sissy must know how to behave during mealtimes. You will learn to eat delicately, using your utensils with precision. No slurping or gulping allowed. Remember, elegance is key."

As Bill listened intently, he imagined himself in a frilly pink dress, his nails painted a vibrant red, practicing the art of eating like a lady. Sonya's instructions were like a sweet melody, guiding him towards his feminine ideal.

"Now, let's talk about posture," Sonya continued, her voice dripping with authority. "A sissy must stand tall, shoulders back, and chest out. Imagine a string pulling you upwards from the top of your head. Feel the power in your stance, yet maintain a delicate air."

Bill stood up straight, envisioning himself in high heels, his legs looking longer and more graceful. He practiced walking in his mind, each step delicate and precise, his hips swaying gently.

"That's it, my little sissy," Sonya cooed. "Now, let's move on to the most important part—dressing. You must learn to dress to impress. I want you in the sexiest lingerie, stockings, and garters. Your curves will be accentuated, and your cock will be tucked away, hidden from view."

Sonya's words made Bill's heart race. He imagined himself in silky lingerie, his body transformed into a curvaceous hourglass figure. His cock, now hidden beneath layers of lace and satin, throbbed with anticipation.

"Go to your wardrobe now, Bill. Put on the sexiest outfit you have. I want to hear the rustle of fabric as you move."

Bill hurried to his bedroom, his heart pounding with excitement. He rummaged through his collection of lingerie, choosing a sheer black babydoll dress with matching thigh-high stockings. The fabric felt heavenly against his skin, and he couldn't resist caressing his body, feeling the soft lace on his nipples.

"I'm ready, Mistress Sonya," he whispered into the phone, his voice thick with desire.

"Mmm, I can hear the anticipation in your voice, my pet. Now, touch yourself. I want you to stroke that hidden cock, imagining it's my hands caressing your length."

Bill's fingers trembled as he reached down, gently stroking his cock through the lace. He moaned softly, his breath coming in short gasps.

"That's it, Bill. Now, slide a finger inside your tight little hole. You know how much I love to hear you moan."

Bill's body trembled as he obeyed, his finger slipping easily into his moist, welcoming pussy. He was surprised at how natural it felt, how his body craved this invasion.

"Oh, Mistress Sonya, it feels so good," he whimpered, his voice betraying his pleasure.

"That's my good sissy," Sonya purred. "Now, I want you to imagine me there with you. I'm going to bend you over and fuck that tight hole of yours. You'll feel my thick cock stretching you, filling you up."

Bill's finger moved in and out, mimicking the rhythm of a powerful thrust. He imagined Sonya's strong hands gripping his hips, her massive hanging tits brushing against his back as she pounded into him.

"Yes, fuck me, Mistress!" Bill cried out, his voice hoarse with need. "Fill me with your cock! Make me your sissy slut!"

Sonya's own pussy was dripping wet as she listened to Bill's passionate pleas. She imagined her thick, throbbing dick sliding into his tight hole, the sensation of his silky stockings rubbing against her thighs.

"Cum for me, my little sissy," she commanded. "Let go and release that pent-up desire. I want to hear you scream my name as you climax."

Bill's body trembled, his orgasm building to an explosive peak. He stroked his cock furiously, his finger still buried deep inside his hole. He pictured Sonya's face, her dark eyes filled with lust, as he shouted her name.

"Mistress Sonya! Oh, fuck, I'm cumming!"

His orgasm ripped through him, sending waves of pleasure throughout his body. He came hard, his cock pulsating as he filled his lace panties with hot, sticky cum.

Sonya's pussy clenched at the sound of Bill's climax, her own orgasm building rapidly. She pinched her nipples, imagining them in Bill's mouth, as she brought herself to the edge.

"Yes, my perfect sissy," she moaned. "Cum for me again. Let's climax together."

Sonya's fingers worked feverishly on her clit, her pussy soaking wet. She visualized Bill's tongue licking her juices, his face pressed between her massive thighs. With a final, powerful stroke, she came, her body convulsing in ecstasy.

"Oh, Bill... my sweet sissy," she whispered, her voice breathless. "You've made me cum so hard."

Bill, spent and satisfied, lay back on his bed, his body still quivering. "Thank you, Mistress Sonya. I feel so complete. I can't wait for my next lesson."

Sonya smiled, her voice soft and tender. "You're becoming a true sissy, Bill. Remember, this is just the beginning. There's so much more to explore in your transformation."

As they ended the call, both Sonya and Bill were left breathless, their bodies sated yet craving more. The phone sex line had become their playground, where fantasies became reality, and their erotic journey had only just begun.

CHAPTER 2

Dominant Caller

Sonya, a BBW, takes a call from Jim, her dominant caller. He demands her submission, and she eagerly obeys, engaging in a steamy phone sex session. As Jim instructs, Sonya touches herself, climaxing at his command.

The phone buzzed on Sonya's desk, signaling an incoming call. She took a sip of her coffee, her full lips leaving a faint lipstick stain on the rim of the mug. With a sultry smile, she answered, her voice dripping with anticipation. "Hello, you've reached BBW Sonya. How may I satisfy your cravings today?"

A deep, rugged voice greeted her on the other end. "Well, well, if it isn't my favorite submissive slut. I've been waiting all day to hear that sweet voice of yours, Sonya."

Sonya's pussy tingled at the sound of his authoritative tone. This was Jim, one of her regular callers with a particular taste for dominance. She loved how he took control, demanding her submission with such raw desire. "Jim, my darling. You know exactly how to make me wet. What's on your mind tonight?"

"I've had a long day driving this damn bus, and now I need to blow off some steam. I want you to be my little toy, Sonya. I'm gonna make you beg for it, just the way I like it."

A shiver ran down Sonya's spine as she pictured Jim's rough hands gripping her fleshy thighs. "Oh, Jim, you're such a dirty boy. I'm all yours. Tell me what you want me to do."

"Get on your knees, bitch," he commanded. "I want you to imagine my thick cock right in front of your face. You're gonna worship it, aren't you? Lick it, kiss it, and take it deep down your throat."

Sonya's fingers trailed down her cleavage, her nipples hardening at the explicit instructions. She bit her lower lip, her eyes fluttering shut as she visualized Jim's cock, thick and veiny, throbbing with need. "Yes, Sir. I'll suck your cock like the good little cocksucker I am. I'll make you so hard, you won't be able to resist fucking my face."

"That's right, you filthy whore. I can see those plump lips of yours wrapped around my shaft, sliding up and down, making those sexy sounds. Now, I want you to stroke yourself, imagine it's my hand gripping your fat tit, squeezing it hard."

Sonya's hand crept up her voluptuous body, cupping her massive breast. She squeezed it gently, her thumb brushing over the erect nipple. "Mmm, I love it when you touch me like that, Jim. So rough and demanding. I'm stroking my tit, thinking of your strong hands on me."

"Now, pinch that nipple, Sonya. Make it hard for me. I want to see those beautiful brown eyes of yours rolling back in ecstasy."

She complied, her nails digging into the sensitive bud, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. "Ahh, yes! I'm pinching it, Jim. It's so fucking sensitive. I wish it was your fingers twisting and tugging at my nipples."

"You're such a needy slut, aren't you? Well, I'm gonna give you what you want. But first, I want to hear you beg. Tell me you want my cock inside that fat, juicy cunt of yours."

Sonya's breath quickened, her pussy growing wetter by the second. She loved the way Jim talked to her, pushing her boundaries. "Please, Sir, I need your cock. My pussy is throbbing, aching to be filled. I want to feel you stretching me, pounding into me until I can't take anymore."

"That's my good girl. Now, slide your fingers down, find that wet hole, and tease it. I want to hear those sweet moans as you finger yourself."

Her hand slid down her belly, finding the moist heat between her thighs. She dipped a finger into her pussy, groaning at the sensation. "Oh yes, I'm touching myself, Jim. My pussy is so wet, it's dripping. I'm imagining your cock, pushing inside me, fucking me hard."

"That's it, you dirty bitch. Now, I want you to pretend I'm there, on top of you. I'm gonna ride you, pounding that cunt until we both cum. Fuck yourself with your fingers, Sonya. Make yourself come for me."

Sonya's fingers plunged into her pussy, curling inward to find that sweet spot. She thrust her hips, fucking herself on her own hand as she imagined Jim's powerful body above her, his cock driving into her with each thrust. "Yes, yes, I'm fucking myself for you, Sir. I'm so close, I can't hold back. I'm gonna cum, Jim, oh fuck!"

Her body shook as she climaxed, her cries filling the room. She pictured Jim's satisfied grin as he watched her surrender to the pleasure he had commanded. "Oh, Jim, I came so hard. I wish it was your cum filling me up instead of my fingers."

Jim's voice softened slightly, a hint of satisfaction in his tone. "You did good, Sonya. Now, I want you to keep touching yourself, keep that pussy wet. I'm gonna cum for you too, thinking of that gorgeous body and that pretty face of yours. I'm gonna shoot my load, imagining my hot cum all over those massive tits."

Sonya's fingers continued their dance, keeping her sensitive clit stimulated as she listened to Jim's heavy breathing. She imagined his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking in time with her own movements. "I want to see it, Jim. I want to watch you shoot your load. Cum for me, baby, let me hear you roar."

The sound of Jim's pleasure-filled groans sent another wave of arousal through Sonya's body. She knew he was close, his hand pumping furiously. "Oh yeah, Sonya, I'm gonna cum... fuck, I'm cumming!"

Sonya pictured Jim's cock, spurting hot cum, coating her skin, dripping down her cleavage. The thought of his release made her clench her pussy around her fingers, triggering another orgasm. "I'm cumming again, Jim! I can't stop... oh God, yes!"

Their mutual release left them both breathless. Sonya's body glowed with satisfaction, her pussy throbbing gently. "Damn, Jim, that was incredible. You always know how to push my buttons."

Jim's voice was raspy, spent from the intense session. "You're the best, Sonya. I can't wait for our next call. I'll be thinking of all the dirty things we're gonna do."

Sonya smiled, her fingers still gently caressing her tender pussy. "I'll be waiting for you, Jim. Until next time, my dominant lover."

As the call ended, Sonya leaned back in her chair, her heart racing. She loved the raw, unfiltered nature of her calls with Jim. It was a perfect contrast to the more refined sissy training sessions she conducted with Bill. With Jim, she could be the submissive vixen, surrendering completely to his dominance, and it was a role she relished every time.