A Sissy’s Life by Queen Diana

Slutty pink lip gloss? Check.

Ass cheeks practically hanging out of a scandalously short pink skirt? Check.

Pink tube top, butt plug, and thigh high stockings? Check.

“Check, check, and check! That’s everything!” I giggle. Looking over at the body length mirror. Writhing with satisfaction, as I realize, what a pretty little sissy I am. Pink everything of course, pink nails, neon pink hair dropping down below my tight bubble butt, and of course a perfect pair of hot pink panties, wrapping my clitty in place.

All for the purpose of sucking and fucking as much cock as much as I can handle.

I give myself a nasty grin, how much cum will I drink today?

Sometimes I can't believe how sexy I look. All thanks to Queen Diana of course. She showed me the truth, why would I ever want to be a boring old man or boy? When a sissy gets to have ALL of the fun she wants.

The T.V blares on. “Queen Diana has a task for you.” The words are hot pink, cursive, the T.V a massive 68 inch screen, Queen Diana's words displayed proud on pixels.

I quiver, lust washing through my thoughts in thick, musky, waves. The thought of fat, thick, bulging cocks violating me over and over, without any regard for what I want. "Ugh, please Queen, I need it now." I start rubbing my ass against my seat, the jeweled buttplug nestled so firmly inside, sending bursts of pleasure everytime I grind like a little slut. I don't even notice when the TV switches the message, the cursive pink neon of Queen Diana shocking me out of my cock revelry. “Good morning sissy. You have your work cut out for you. A trainer of mine has seen your videos and loves them. He is quite spontaneous, powerful, and engaging. Please him well."

With that, the T.V turns off.