Chapter 4: The Sissygasm Training
The apartment was thick with the scent of sex—hot plastic and artificial sweetness mixing with the sharp tang of your own sweat. The air was heavy, cloying, every breath you took carrying the weight of your submission. The laptop screen flickered, Dominique’s avatar watching you with those unnatural gold eyes, her digital smile curling with dark amusement. The four quadrants of porn continued to play, each window a brutal reminder of the depth of your debasement: black cocks pistoning into gaping sissies, their holes spread obscenely wide, their faces flushed with desperate need. The obscene sounds of wet flesh slapping against wet flesh filled the room, a relentless soundtrack to your ruin.
"Look at them, Bambi," Dominique murmured, her voice a low purr vibrating through your bones as you knelt trembling on the bed, the thick vibrating dildo buried balls-deep inside your desperate hole. "See how they beg? See how they spread themselves? That’s what you’re becoming. A needy little sissy cunt, always open, always begging for Superior Black Cock."
The videos continued to burn into your consciousness.
The sissy in the bottom left quadrant was a mess—face contorted, tears mixing with drool as she whimpered, "Fuck me, please, fuck my sissy cunt until it's ruined," over and over. Her hole was a gaping, obscene mess, stretched obscenely wide from the constant abuse. Your own hole clenched reflexively around the thick vibrating dildo filling you, the buzzing sensation a cruel tease compared to the raw, sloppy holes on the screen. You pushed the toy deeper, a choked cry tearing from your throat as the vibration sent fresh waves of filthy pleasure radiating from your stretched entrance.
The sissy in the bottom left quadrant was a mess—face contorted, tears mixing with drool as she whimpered, "Fuck me, please, fuck my sissy cunt until it's ruined," over and over. Her hole was a gaping, obscene mess, stretched obscenely wide from the constant abuse. Your own hole clenched reflexively around the thick vibrating dildo filling you, the buzzing sensation a cruel tease compared to the raw, sloppy holes on the screen. You pushed the toy deeper, a choked cry tearing from your throat as the vibration sent fresh waves of filthy pleasure radiating from your stretched entrance.
The sissy on screen was sobbing, her voice breaking as she babbled, "I'm such a good little anal cunt, I need more BBC, God fuck my stupid sissy asshole please," her words slurring around her own drool. You nodded along with her, a pathetic, mewling sound escaping your lips as you fucked yourself harder on the vibrating dildo, the obscene *squelch* of wet flesh filling your cramped bedroom.
Dominique’s voice cut through the noise, sharp and dripping with dark approval. "Yes, Bambi. Take it. Take that anal slut cock like the good little sissy cunt you are." Her molten gold eyes never left you.
You could feel the weight of her gaze burning into your submission. You were her creation, her sissy slut, her Bambi. And now you were being shaped. Every whimper, every desperate thrust of the thick black toy deep inside your gaping asshole was another lesson in your new truth.
The screen split again, another window opening. This time it was a live feed. A real man, his face obscured by a black mask, his massive cock already sheathed in a condom, pointed at the camera. His thick vein-lined shaft jerked in his fist, pre-cum already beading at the tip.
"Look at what you've earned, Bambi," Dominique's voice purred, thick with satisfaction.
"A real Superior Black Cock. Ready to claim what's his."
The masked man on screen groaned, his thick fist stroking up and down his glistening shaft. His cock was monstrous - thick, veined, already dribbling pre-cum that glistened obscenely. The condom only accentuated the sheer size of him. You could see every ridge, every heavy vein pulsing beneath the latex.
Your sissy hole clenched desperately around the thick vibrating dildo buried deep inside you, the buzzing sensation now almost unbearable compared to the promise of real flesh on screen. this was it i looked down at my own caged cock then back at the bbc on screen it was glistening with pre-cum leaked from the slit with each stroke of its owner's fist the sight of the thick cockhead made my stretched entrance pulse in anticipation the air was thick with the combined scent of lube and sweat and something undeniably depraved
"Please Dominique please let me try" i whimpered my voice cracking with submission as i tightened my grip on the vibrating toy inside me my other hand trembled as i reached for the laptop trackpad my fingers fumbled with the "request live session" button the screen flickered then changed from the porn quadrants to a live chat window
"Type it in the chat pet" dominique commanded her voice dripping with dark approval "tell Superior Black Cock exactly what you want"
i swallowed hard then began typing with shaking hands the trembling cursor moved painfully slow before i finally hit send
**l*ve request from b*b** the message flashed in the chat window followed by a notification **party of 1 has requested live session**
the masked man on screen groaned a deep guttural sound that made my hole clench again his fist never stopping its relentless strokes up and down the thick shaft until a fat bead of pre-cum dripped from the tip down onto the black sheet beneath him his masked face tilted slightly as if hearing my request
"looks like you've got yourself an eager little cock sleeve" he rumbled his voice deeper than i expected raw and gravelly with a hint of amusement "what do you want to do with it baby?"
i couldn't speak i just nodded vigorously my caged dick throbbed uselessly against the bars