Rhiannon Degrades Her Sweet Little Sissy Boy – Part One

 

Welcome back. Or perhaps you’re just joining me for the first time? Either way, welcome to my blog. I love being able to share fantasies with you. Some of the things I write about have definitely happened though, and today, this is something that is absolutely true. However, I wanted you to know what my sweet little sissy felt like the whole time I was degrading them, making them feel like a little slut. Hehe. So, buckle up, get ready to be made into the cutest little sissy panty boy ever, and enjoy. I know I did!

 

It’s an average day in the Pacific Northwest. The rain isn’t too rainy, and there are little patches of sun every now and again as I sip my latte and scroll through what feels like, page after page, on my phone. As I take another sip, I notice a message pop up on my phone. You’ve been my text friend for quite some time, so seeing a message from you isn’t at all unusual. Smiling warmly, I respond back to your daily hello and continue to listen to the rain fall around me on the pavement. 

 

The daily texts have been a thing for a few weeks, and they always make me smile.

 

I’m enjoying our textual friendship quite a bit at this point, though we have yet to meet up in person. Finally, I take the plunge and ask if you’d like to meet me for coffee later today. Biting my lip, I wait for the response. Seeing those little bubbles in my text window make me so curious as to what you’ll say. Our texts have been hot and heavy. I feel as if I know you fairly well at this point, but it would be so very nice to see if that chemistry continued in person or not. 

 

Eventually, you respond that you’d be happy to meet me, but that you have something you need to talk about with me. Hmm. That’s definitely got me curious! Quickly, I respond that I’m more than willing to listen to you, and suggest we meet in the evening instead. Your text bubble appears almost immediately, telling me that it’s a date. Usually, I’d be pretty anxious about meeting someone in the evening, but with you it’s different. I feel comfortable enough to do the things I need to do throughout the day, then eventually head home to shower and dress.

 

After my shower, I can’t help but wonder what you were wanting to talk to me about, and it preoccupies my mind as I get dressed. The outfit I choose is casual, but sexy. It hugs my curves, and shows off my shapely legs.

 

With a quick spritz of perfume, and a jacket, I’m out the door and arrive at our meeting spot fairly quickly. 

 

You’re pacing outside of the restaurant as I exit my Lyft. “Well, aren’t you just as cute as all your pictures?” I tease, watching your eyes light up as I speak. “Shall we?” I ask, reaching for your arm as we walk through the doors. After a bit, we’re seated and sipping on fruit-flavored lemonades, as neither of us wants to drink anything much stronger. 

 

“So, what did you want to tell me? I’m all ears,” I tell you. Your eyebrows draw downward and you look slightly uncomfortable, so I take your hand in mine to reassure you that it’s okay to just tell me. You clear your throat, and intertwine your fingers with mine. 

 

“Rhi, I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you. We talk all the time, and I have to be honest: I have a crush on you, but that’s not what I wanted to meet up to tell you. It’s really important for me to be honest about this, so I’ll just spit it out. I’m a little sissy bitch that likes forced feminization and being humiliated, and I want you to dress me up and degrade me.”

 

The words come so quickly from you, but all I can do is smile.

 

“Your place, or mine?” I ask. 

 

To be continued. . .

 

I sincerely hope you’re enjoying this true story! The conclusion will be posted soon, but if you can’t wait, you should really check out the audio. It’s right here. If you’re a little sissy boy that enjoys playing dress up, I think you’ll really love my blog entry about an ex of mine and how I dressed him up. It’s right here.

 

Until next time.

 

Xoxo,

Rhiannon 

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