Read them obviously

It seemed like they must be in slow motion because for the first time you can actually make out what they're saying...

Don't think...

Serve Cock...

Be used...

Don't think...

Love cock...

Give pleasure...

Serve Cock...

That's right. These messages must have wormed their way deep into your subconscious already because reading them is activating things you knew all along. Those good sissies aren't thinking about how to best copy other sissies they just are sissies, there's a mental component that you were missing. It's not enough to dress like a slut or shove a dildo in your ass. You needed to actually be a slut. But how? What do sissies think about?

As soon as this question occurs to you the video again shifts and it's all cocks, huge cocks, huge cocks attached to men, real men. Men that made a mockery of the idea that you with your tiny clitty locked away in a cage and in your pink skirt and top could ever be a man. A man wouldn't just not be in this situation but could never be in this situation. This realization, that you weren't a man and could finally stop pretending broke something in you. Some part of you, maybe in that cordoned off section of your mind that had been placed in stasis ever since you opened the box, was resisting, was reaching out and doing everything it could to pull you back from the brink. And you hated that part of you. And you know just how to kill it.

Before you were gently riding the dildo like a careful explorer mapping out a new territory while meticulously maintaining a route back home you now know that what you ought to be doing is fucking the masculinity out of yourself. The music agreed and the beat swelled, you sank yourself all the way down to the base of this fake purple cock and then quickly back up before slamming down again. You didn't care if it felt good, that wasn't the point. The point was to fuck this cock like a good slut. To spit on that awful part of you that would dare try to hold on to the farse that was your manhood.

Slam....

Slam....

Slam....

Now you were feeling it. Now you were in the spirit and you felt alive. You felt like a good slut. In your mind this wasn't a dildo it was a real man and you wanted nothing but to please him. As if on queue a masculine voice started coming out of the speakers.

Male voice : "That's right slut, ride my cock"

You redoubled your efforts in a frenzy. Your mind was empty except for this calling. Slamming yourself to the hilt again and again.

Daddy : "Good Alexis, thank daddy for fucking you. Say 'I'm sissy Alexis and I love fucking my daddy's cock'"

Alexis : "I'm sissy Alexis and I love fucking my daddy's cock!!"

You scream and just then have the most intense orgasm of your life. Your pathetic jism leaks out of your cage and onto the purple cock. You slump down, passing out while still impaled.