"On your knees, sissy," Mistress Evelyn commanded, her voice a silken whip that snapped through the dimly lit room. The air was thick with anticipation, the kind that made your skin prickle and your heart race. You did as you were told, sinking to your knees in front of her, your eyes fixed on the floor as a sense of dread and excitement twisted in your gut.She stood before you, tall and imposing in her black leather corset and thigh-high boots, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall of midnight. Her hands moved with deliberate precision, unbuckling the belt at her waist and then wrapping it around her fist. The sound of the leather creaking under her grip sent a shiver down your spine."Look at me," she demanded, her tone leaving no room for argument.You raised your eyes to meet hers, the intensity of her gaze locking you in place. There was something both terrifying and intoxicating about the way she looked at you, as if she could see right through to the deepest, most shameful parts of you."Do you know why you're here?" she asked, her lips curling into a wicked smile.You swallowed hard, your throat dry. "Yes, Mistress," you managed to whisper."Good," she purred, stepping closer until her knee brushed against your chest. "Because tonight marks the beginning of your training, my little cum queen. And I assure you, it will be anything but easy."Her fingers trailed down your cheek, the touch almost gentle compared to the harshness of her words. But there was nothing soft about the intent behind it. You could feel the heat of her hand seeping into your skin, a reminder of who was in control."Stand up," she ordered, her voice low and commanding.You obeyed, shaky legs carrying you to your feet. She reached out, her fingers brushing against the waistband of your pants, and with a slow, deliberate motion, she began to unzip them. The sound of the zipper sliding down echoed in the silence, each inch of exposed flesh sending another jolt of fear and arousal through you."Take them off," she instructed, her eyes never leaving yours.You hesitated for only a moment before bending down to pull your pants and underwear off in one swift motion. The cool air hit your bare skin, making you shiver. But Mistress Evelyn wasn't done with you yet."Hands behind your back," she said, and you complied immediately, feeling utterly vulnerable as your arms crossed behind you.She stepped back, her gaze sweeping over you appreciatively. "Such a pretty boy," she mused, her tone dripping with disdain. "But not pretty enough."With that, she turned and walked over to a small table set against the wall. You watched as she picked up a pair of silky panties, pink and lacy, the kind that screamed femininity. Your stomach clenched as she brought them back over to you, holding them up for inspection."These are going to look much better on you," she said, her voice filled with cruel amusement. "Do you agree?"You nodded dumbly, too overwhelmed to speak. She took your silence as consent and reached out to pull your hands forward. One by one, she slipped the panties onto you, adjusting them so they fit snugly against your skin. The sensation was foreign and humiliating, but there was also a strange thrill in submitting to her will."There," she said, stepping back to admire her work. "Much better. Now, let's see what else we can do to make you more... presentable."She turned again, this time returning with a matching bra and a short, frilly dress. Your heart pounded in your chest as she held them up, the sight of those items making it clear just how far she intended to push you."Put these on," she commanded, handing you the garments.You hesitated, but the sharp edge in her voice left no room for defiance. Slowly, you began to dress, the process awkward and humbling. The bra felt ridiculous, the cups barely containing anything, while the dress clung to your body in all the wrong places. By the time you were done, you felt like a parody of yourself, a sissy caricature of the man you once were.Mistress Evelyn circled you like a predator eyeing its prey, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Perfect," she declared, clapping her hands together. "Now, let's begin your training properly."She led you to a chair in the corner of the room, positioning you in front of it. "Sit," she ordered, and you did, your legs trembling as you lowered yourself onto the seat.She knelt down in front of you, her hands moving to cup your face gently. "You need to understand something, my little cum queen," she said, her voice almost tender. "Your pleasure is mine to control. Do you understand?"You nodded, your breath coming in shallow gasps."Good," she replied, leaning in to brush her lips against yours. The kiss was soft, almost chaste, but it sent a wave of heat through you nonetheless. "Tonight, you will learn obedience. Tonight, you will learn restraint."Her hand moved down to your crotch, fingertips grazing the edge of the silky fabric. You gasped, your body tensing in response. But she didn't give you any relief. Instead, she pressed down lightly, applying just enough pressure to make you squirm."No touching," she warned, her voice a low growl. "Not unless I tell you to. Do you understand?"You whimpered, nodding quickly."Good boy," she murmured, her thumb gliding over the sensitive skin beneath the lace. "Now, tell me, what is the one thing you crave more than anything?"Your voice caught in your throat, but you managed to choke out the answer. "To... to come, Mistress.""Ah, yes," she said, her eyes gleaming with dark amusement. "But that, my dear, is a privilege you will have to earn. And until then, you will remain denied. Every day, every night, you will crave it. You will ache for it. But you will not have it. Not until I say so."Her fingers tightened, her nails digging into the soft flesh of your inner thigh. "Do you understand?""Yes, Mistress," you whispered, the weight of her control pressing down on you like a heavy stone."Good," she replied, standing up and stepping back. "Now, let's begin."She picked up a long, slender vibrator from the table, the sight of it making your stomach twist with anxiety. Without hesitation, she leaned in close, her breath hot against your ear."Spread your legs," she commanded, her voice a seductive whisper.You obeyed, parting your thighs wide. She wasted no time, inserting the vibrator into your panties, the sensation jolting through you like an electric shock. You gasped, your body arching involuntarily as the toy found its mark."Relax," she purred, her fingers stroking your inner thigh. "Let it happen."The vibrations intensified, the relentless buzzing driving you to the edge of sanity. Your breath came in ragged gasps, your body trembling with the effort to hold back the inevitable climax. Tears stung your eyes, but you forced them away, determined to prove your worth to her."That's it," she cooed, her voice a soothing balm against the storm raging inside you. "Feel it. Want it. Crave it. But don't you dare come."Your mind blurred, the line between pleasure and pain blurring as the vibrator worked its magic. You could feel the pressure building, the familiar tightening in your groin warning of an impending release. But every time you got close, Mistress Evelyn would adjust the settings, pulling you back from the brink just as you were about to fall."Almost," she whispered, her lips grazing your neck. "But not quite."You cried out, the frustration and desire tearing through you like wildfire. But still, she held you back, her control absolute."One more time," she said, her voice a taunting caress. "Can you take it? Can you resist?"You nodded, your vision swimming as the vibrator surged to life once more. This time, it was almost too much, the unbearable need clawing at your insides. But you held on, gritting your teeth and squeezing your eyes shut."Good," she murmured, her fingers tracing lazy circles on your thigh. "Very good."And then, just as suddenly as it had started, she pulled the vibrator away, the abrupt absence leaving you gasping and aching for more."Did you enjoy that, sissy?" she asked, her voice dripping with satisfaction.You could only nod, too exhausted to speak."Good," she repeated, leaning in to plant a lingering kiss on your forehead. "Because this is just the beginning."With that, she stepped back, her eyes gleaming with dark promise. "Now, it's time for the next lesson. But first..."She paused, her gaze fixing on your trembling form. "What do you say?"You swallowed hard, the words sticking in your throat. But you knew there was only one acceptable answer."Thank you, Mistress," you whispered, your voice breaking with emotion.A satisfied smile spread across her lips. "Very good," she purred. "Now, let's continue."

Mistress Evelyn commands the protagonist to kneel and then stand, before making them remove their pants and put on feminine underwear, a bra, and a dress. She then uses a vibrator on the protagonist while denying them climax, emphasizing her control over their pleasure.

"On your knees, sissy," Mistress Evelyn commanded, her voice a silken whip that snapped through the dimly lit room. The air was thick with anticipation, the kind that made your skin prickle and your heart race. You did as you were told, sinking to your knees in front of her, your eyes fixed on the floor as a sense of dread and excitement twisted in your gut.

She stood before you, tall and imposing in her black leather corset and thigh-high boots, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall of midnight. Her hands moved with deliberate precision, unbuckling the belt at her waist and then wrapping it around her fist. The sound of the leather creaking under her grip sent a shiver down your spine.

"Look at me," she demanded, her tone leaving no room for argument.

You raised your eyes to meet hers, the intensity of her gaze locking you in place. There was something both terrifying and intoxicating about the way she looked at you, as if she could see right through to the deepest, most shameful parts of you.

"Do you know why you're here?" she asked, her lips curling into a wicked smile.

You swallowed hard, your throat dry. "Yes, Mistress," you managed to whisper.

"Good," she purred, stepping closer until her knee brushed against your chest. "Because tonight marks the beginning of your training, my little cum queen. And I assure you, it will be anything but easy."

Her fingers trailed down your cheek, the touch almost gentle compared to the harshness of her words. But there was nothing soft about the intent behind it. You could feel the heat of her hand seeping into your skin, a reminder of who was in control.

"Stand up," she ordered, her voice low and commanding.

You obeyed, shaky legs carrying you to your feet. She reached out, her fingers brushing against the waistband of your pants, and with a slow, deliberate motion, she began to unzip them. The sound of the zipper sliding down echoed in the silence, each inch of exposed flesh sending another jolt of fear and arousal through you.

"Take them off," she instructed, her eyes never leaving yours.

You hesitated for only a moment before bending down to pull your pants and underwear off in one swift motion. The cool air hit your bare skin, making you shiver. But Mistress Evelyn wasn't done with you yet.

"Hands behind your back," she said, and you complied immediately, feeling utterly vulnerable as your arms crossed behind you.

She stepped back, her gaze sweeping over you appreciatively. "Such a pretty boy," she mused, her tone dripping with disdain. "But not pretty enough."

With that, she turned and walked over to a small table set against the wall. You watched as she picked up a pair of silky panties, pink and lacy, the kind that screamed femininity. Your stomach clenched as she brought them back over to you, holding them up for inspection.

"These are going to look much better on you," she said, her voice filled with cruel amusement. "Do you agree?"

You nodded dumbly, too overwhelmed to speak. She took your silence as consent and reached out to pull your hands forward. One by one, she slipped the panties onto you, adjusting them so they fit snugly against your skin. The sensation was foreign and humiliating, but there was also a strange thrill in submitting to her will.

"There," she said, stepping back to admire her work. "Much better. Now, let's see what else we can do to make you more... presentable."

She turned again, this time returning with a matching bra and a short, frilly dress. Your heart pounded in your chest as she held them up, the sight of those items making it clear just how far she intended to push you.

"Put these on," she commanded, handing you the garments.

You hesitated, but the sharp edge in her voice left no room for defiance. Slowly, you began to dress, the process awkward and humbling. The bra felt ridiculous, the cups barely containing anything, while the dress clung to your body in all the wrong places. By the time you were done, you felt like a parody of yourself, a sissy caricature of the man you once were.

Mistress Evelyn circled you like a predator eyeing its prey, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Perfect," she declared, clapping her hands together. "Now, let's begin your training properly."

She led you to a chair in the corner of the room, positioning you in front of it. "Sit," she ordered, and you did, your legs trembling as you lowered yourself onto the seat.

She knelt down in front of you, her hands moving to cup your face gently. "You need to understand something, my little cum queen," she said, her voice almost tender. "Your pleasure is mine to control. Do you understand?"

You nodded, your breath coming in shallow gasps.

"Good," she replied, leaning in to brush her lips against yours. The kiss was soft, almost chaste, but it sent a wave of heat through you nonetheless. "Tonight, you will learn obedience. Tonight, you will learn restraint."

Her hand moved down to your crotch, fingertips grazing the edge of the silky fabric. You gasped, your body tensing in response. But she didn't give you any relief. Instead, she pressed down lightly, applying just enough pressure to make you squirm.

"No touching," she warned, her voice a low growl. "Not unless I tell you to. Do you understand?"

You whimpered, nodding quickly.

"Good boy," she murmured, her thumb gliding over the sensitive skin beneath the lace. "Now, tell me, what is the one thing you crave more than anything?"

Your voice caught in your throat, but you managed to choke out the answer. "To... to come, Mistress."

"Ah, yes," she said, her eyes gleaming with dark amusement. "But that, my dear, is a privilege you will have to earn. And until then, you will remain denied. Every day, every night, you will crave it. You will ache for it. But you will not have it. Not until I say so."

Her fingers tightened, her nails digging into the soft flesh of your inner thigh. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," you whispered, the weight of her control pressing down on you like a heavy stone.

"Good," she replied, standing up and stepping back. "Now, let's begin."

She picked up a long, slender vibrator from the table, the sight of it making your stomach twist with anxiety. Without hesitation, she leaned in close, her breath hot against your ear.

"Spread your legs," she commanded, her voice a seductive whisper.

You obeyed, parting your thighs wide. She wasted no time, inserting the vibrator into your panties, the sensation jolting through you like an electric shock. You gasped, your body arching involuntarily as the toy found its mark.

"Relax," she purred, her fingers stroking your inner thigh. "Let it happen."

The vibrations intensified, the relentless buzzing driving you to the edge of sanity. Your breath came in ragged gasps, your body trembling with the effort to hold back the inevitable climax. Tears stung your eyes, but you forced them away, determined to prove your worth to her.

"That's it," she cooed, her voice a soothing balm against the storm raging inside you. "Feel it. Want it. Crave it. But don't you dare come."

Your mind blurred, the line between pleasure and pain blurring as the vibrator worked its magic. You could feel the pressure building, the familiar tightening in your groin warning of an impending release. But every time you got close, Mistress Evelyn would adjust the settings, pulling you back from the brink just as you were about to fall.

"Almost," she whispered, her lips grazing your neck. "But not quite."

You cried out, the frustration and desire tearing through you like wildfire. But still, she held you back, her control absolute.

"One more time," she said, her voice a taunting caress. "Can you take it? Can you resist?"

You nodded, your vision swimming as the vibrator surged to life once more. This time, it was almost too much, the unbearable need clawing at your insides. But you held on, gritting your teeth and squeezing your eyes shut.

"Good," she murmured, her fingers tracing lazy circles on your thigh. "Very good."

And then, just as suddenly as it had started, she pulled the vibrator away, the abrupt absence leaving you gasping and aching for more.

"Did you enjoy that, sissy?" she asked, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

You could only nod, too exhausted to speak.

"Good," she repeated, leaning in to plant a lingering kiss on your forehead. "Because this is just the beginning."

With that, she stepped back, her eyes gleaming with dark promise. "Now, it's time for the next lesson. But first..."

She paused, her gaze fixing on your trembling form. "What do you say?"

You swallowed hard, the words sticking in your throat. But you knew there was only one acceptable answer.

"Thank you, Mistress," you whispered, your voice breaking with emotion.

A satisfied smile spread across her lips. "Very good," she purred. "Now, let's continue."

femdom bdsm that includes turning the guy into sissy, denying his cum and cross dressing. Emphasis on orgasm denial. Make the guy sissy too.

Obedience and Denial: Mistress Evelyn's Sissy Training Begins

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