My sissy always needs to be in pleaser heels.

"Yes Mistress." The new sissy slut stepped up and into the six inch black platform stilettos with some issue, but her mistress was there to steady her.

"I didnt realize you were so strong mistress" she said, her cocklett felt fully erect and then some at her mistresses firm grab. She began to run her thicker, rough hands down her sissies body as she slowly knelt down, then cinched and locked each heels backstrap.

"I think you need a name sissy and I am going to take yours."

"Yes Mistress, I mean Master Marcus, what was mine, is yours."The sissy smiled, disappointed knowing that the only remnant of his former self was...

Snap!! "Ohhhhhhgaroannn" the sissy yelled out as a sudden pain exploded from her sack as her master took a wide, thick rubberband attavhed to an archaic-looking metal claw that stretched the band wide enough to fit around his former boyfriend's balls then release with a snap that echoed throughout Demarcus’s mansion(how come she never questioned or noticed this extreme amount of wealth?), effectively ending the life of the new sissies testes. She started doubling over but her Master kept her standing and said in a much deeper voice than she ever had when she was a man "I think I'll be Demarcus..."