We’ve been doing these online sessions for a while, haven’t we? You’ve been one of my good chastity boys for a long time. But now you finally have the privilege to be able to serve me in person. I’ve put on quite an outfit for the occasion. I’ve got my full latex dress, latex gloves, and even latex stockings. I know how much you cream for latex stockings. Come here now and get yourself nice and low. You’re going to show me how much you’ve appreciated our time together by worshipping my latex clad feet.

You’ve got a bit of a problem, don’t you? You’ve been diving deeper and deeper into this porn addiction of yours. You’ve been jerking nonstop these days. Endless streams of video after video as you rub your cock raw. It’s not even about pleasure anymore. Why are you addicted? It’s about control and release. You can’t control anything else anymore. You can only control the exact moment of climax. At least, you think you do. In actuality, it’s me that controls that moment. I am the only thing keeping you gripping your cock so tightly. This pattern of behavior certainly isn’t healthy. But you know what? I don’t care.

Sequacious adj. 1. Highly impressionable or unquestioning, especially in following a leader or embracing an idea. I’m going to tell you a little secret. Breaking a slave and making him be obedient I not as fun as it sounds. I like my slaves to come to me already primed to serve me. I prefer a sequacious boy at my feet upon first meeting. I don’t want a boy that follows my orders because he thinks he will benefit from the result. I want a boy who is naturally predisposed to following a dominant woman like myself. I want a boy that’s ready to be at my beck and call simply because that’s who he is as a person. Are you sequacious?

See, this is where I fail to understand you. You’ve had all this year to take some time and look at yourself. You had all this time to maybe make some improvements, be a better person, maybe even learn something useful. But you still managed to be a worthless pile of human garbage. How does that even happen? I’m pretty sure you’re trying to be garbage at this point. A weak little bitch too scared to change. How fucking disappointing.

Welcome to the next level of my Slave Alchemy training. You’ve reached stage 6: Coagulation. Now, let’s begin to solidify some of the things you’ve learned. You’ve separated ego from the self. You’ve identified toxic personality traits and burned them away. You’ve distilled yourself down to the core of you. Now we must reach through the fog and combine the immaterial, with the material. We must connect the physical to the metaphysical. Similar to the body’s ability to form clots, Coagulation is the moment when we’ve “broken open the head,” or in other words, we have become free from the mind and have allowed our consciousness or to connect with the Spirit. All the stages till now were disintegrating the self and refining it. But now, it is time to make the ‘self’ whole again. Making the ‘self’ whole again means to align the physical body with the spiritual. Whatever the body and the soul has learned until now, it can now work together to achieve their true purpose. Coagulation is the meeting point of the soul with the spirit. This stage is the meeting point of life and death. It is the meeting point of light (conscious) and darkness (unconscious). Here the physical universe becomes interconnected with the spiritual world. Here your desire to submit, and the task of submitting start to meld into one. You align desire with purpose and build yourself up into the slave you were always meant to be.

I know you. You’re the kind of guy that looks at a woman and instantly wonders what her mouth tastes like. You crave the taste of a beautiful woman’s saliva. This has to be a hard time for you, I’m sure. It’s not strictly speaking, safe, to be swapping spit these days. But I’m going to make you a treat. I’m going to collect some of my own saliva in this beautiful glass and you’re going to get to drink it. You won’t have to imagine the taste anymore. You’ll get to know it intimately.

You can barely keep yourself away from my legs. Every time you catch a picture of my beautiful legs, especially when they’re wrapped tight in leggings, you just can’t seem to look away. I like you like this. I like that you’re a simple man of simple pleasures. You see a long leg or a delicate foot, and you’re happy. The leggings I’m wearing today are particularly delicious, aren’t they? Smooth, shiny leather wrapped tight around my legs is enough to make your cock stand at attention. Come a little closer. I know you want to get a good look.

First time seeing a dominatrix? I thought so. You’ve got “nervous sissy bitch” written all over your face. You even came wearing women’s lingerie under your street clothes. Isn’t that just precious? Well if you want to be a real sissy, you’re going to have to learn to take my cock in your sissy hole. But I’m not going to bend you over and fuck you from behind. No, that sounds like too much work on my part. Instead, you’re going to sit on my cock like a good little sissy and look right into my eyes as I’m fucking you. I hope you’re lubed up, sissy. You’re going to be riding this cock until your legs give out.

We’re going to play a little game of cat and mouse. I’ll let you guess which one you get to be. There’s something so achingly arousing about the fact that you, my little mouse, will never escape me. I know your instinct is to flee. I know your heart beats faster with every moment I have my feline eyes upon you. But you’re stuck. Frozen. Your feet want to move but you find they cannot. While all your better instincts are telling you to run as fast as you can, something is holding you in place. That’s my power. I am the hunter, and you know deep down that you are the prey. There is no escape.

Usually when someone makes a bet with me, they know they’re going to lose. So you had to know you were going to lose, didn’t you? I think that’s what happened. You made this bet knowing you were going to lose just so you could have an excuse to be my slave. It’s not very fun to win when I know your loss is really your gain. So I’m going to make being my slave much more difficult than you thought it would be. I’m going to control that cock of yours. That’s the deal. There’s no escaping my will. That’s the price of losing.

Hello, boot slut. You know, I’ve been examining your recent work after you cleaned some of my boots and I have to say I’m disappointed. My boots are still dirty even after you’ve had plenty of time to clean them with your mouth. So, we’re going to go over the basics again. But this time I thought I’d give you some motivation. You see, I have this lovely cattle prod in my hand. Every time I think you’re missing a spot or not cleaning well enough; I’m going to shock you! Doesn’t that sound fun? Well, it’ll be fun for me at least. So, get down on the floor, slut. It’s time to give my boots a proper cleaning, or you’ll get shocked.

Featuring Dr Revel Belle! ((a)TheDivinatrix on Twitter) Dr Revel Belle and I are going to put you through your paces today. Get your cock out. We’re going to play a game. The rules are simple. You’re going to jerk exactly as we say. Revel is going to give you nice, pleasurable, stroking instructions. I, on the other hand, am going to instruct you on all the ways with which you are going to punish your cock. Do you think you can cum before the pain is too much to bear? Or is the pain just enough? Let’s find out.

It’s time for your annual work review. I’ve been looking over your work for the last year and your output has fallen dramatically. Your productivity isn’t what it was when you started at this company. It’s disappointing. I know you can do better than this. I’d like to give you an opportunity to improve. I know good productivity is more than just putting your nose to the grindstone. It’s a state of mind. I think that’s where your problem lies. I can see in your eyes you’re beginning to feel relaxed and pliant. You want me to correct your state of mind so you can be more productive and happier in your work. I can do this for you. Just listen to the sound of my voice…

Hello little sissy. I enjoy feminizing you little sissy bitches. I know you walk around in your day-to-day life as a man, but deep down you know you’re a sissy. In my presence, it’s important you dress the part. I have all manner of sissy clothes at my disposal. Here in my dungeon, we’re going to make the outside match the inside. You’re not a woman for sure. Women are far above you. But you’re certainly not a man either. Sissy is its own gender and you, my little bitch, are going to dress like one. Let me show you how.