"I'm your slut, Barry."

The words fell from my lips like a confession of the deepest kind, and as they did, I felt a strange sense of relief wash over me. This was what I had become, what Barry had turned me into, and somehow, it felt right. I had accepted my role as his sissy, as the submissive little slut that craved his dominance.

Barry's grip tightened, and he pushed deeper into my mouth, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. I could feel his cock swelling, and my own traitorous cock responded, straining against the fabric of my lacy panties. He noticed and chuckled, his hand moving to cup my chin, forcing me to look up at him. "You like that, don't you?" he asked, his voice a mix of amusement and authority. I nodded, my eyes glazing over with lust. "My cock gets you hard, doesn't it?

I nod. "Yes sir."

He pulled out of my mouth, his cock glistening with my saliva. "Take off your dress," he ordered, his voice firm. I obeyed, slipping the fabric over my head and letting it pool around my ankles. I was left in just my bra and panties, feeling exposed and **** before him. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to trace the line of my jaw before sliding down to my chest. He cupped my breasts, squeezing gently, before his thumbs flicked my nipples. I gasped, my body responding to his touch despite the fear that was trying to surface.

He leaned down, his mouth capturing mine in a brutal kiss. His tongue **** its way into my mouth, claiming me as his own. I moaned into the kiss, my hands moving to his broad shoulders, gripping onto him for balance. His other hand slid down my stomach and into my panties, finding my hard little clit. He began to rub it in slow circles, his thumb flicking it expertly. I writhed beneath him, my body begging for more.

Barry broke the kiss, his breath hot against my face. "You're going to learn to take it like a real sissy, Bella," he whispered. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't even think of being a man again." I shivered, both scared and excited by his words. He grabbed my panties and yanked them down, exposing my ass to the cool air. He slapped it hard, the sound reverberating through the room. I yelped, the sting mixing with the pleasure that was building inside me.

"Barry..." I weakly mutter. "

He chuckled darkly. "That's right, baby girl. You're going to be my little sissy slut from now on. You're going to love every minute of it." He leaned in closer, his cock brushing against my cheek. "Now, tell me you want it," he demanded.

I couldn't believe the words that were about to come out of my mouth, but they did. "I want it, Barry. I want you to fuck me like a sissy slut," I whimpered.

He grinned, showing his teeth. "That's my good little bitch," he said. "I own you. Your body is one hundred percent under my control. No one will ever be able to compete with the fucking I'm about to give you. You understand me. That white little boi asshole is mine. Your property, Bella."

I shudder at his words. I couldn't believe he was saying all of this. My body cringed with fear that his words were totally true at my expense. I stare up at him, knowing he's about to take what he wants. He's about to fuck me senselessly, like he fucked my crush, Molly.

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