I steal Barry's collection.

As the images on the screen flickered before me, a wicked smile spread across my face. If Barry was going to use me as his sissy slut, then I might as well get something out of it too. I had always had a bit of a voyeuristic streak, and the thought of watching him in action with others was too tempting to resist.

I copied the entire contents of the USB to a hidden folder on my computer, feeling a thrill of rebellion as I claimed his private collection as my own. I knew that this was wrong, that I was betraying his trust, but the desire to have this power over him was too strong.

I decided to keep it as leverage, a secret weapon in case he ever tried to discard me. Or better yet, I could use it to become part of his inner circle, to watch him in his element, and to learn from the master.

After all, if I could understand his twisted desires and anticipate his moves, maybe I could become the ultimate sissy, the one he kept coming back to, the one who could give him what no one else could. With a new sense of purpose, I tucked the USB into my own drawer, hidden beneath a pile of socks. I was now a part of his world, and I was going to make sure that I didn't just survive it—I was going to thrive in it. The thought of being his favorite, the one who knew his deepest, darkest secrets, was almost as intoxicating as the feeling of his cock inside me.

The day went by in a haze of anticipation, my mind replaying the videos over and over again. I found myself daydreaming about the next time Barry would use me, wondering if he had any new tricks up his sleeve.

I felt a strange kinship with the men and women in the videos, a bond formed through shared humiliation and pleasure. That night, as I lay in bed, I couldn't help but touch myself, imagining what other depraved acts Barry had in store for me. I was eager to experience them all, to push my boundaries and become the sissy he truly desired.