Social Sissification of the Incels

The incels were the first online community targeted by the sissies. As a sex starved and isolated group existing within an echo chamber they would serve as a near perfect test group for social sissification. The first prong of the **** was a targeted ad campaign the likes of which the world had never seen. The social isolation of the incels meant that there was little competition for advertisements. The Mistress was able to buy virtually 100% of the ad space across the few isolated websites that hosted incels, easily outbidding other advertisers. Then she began to plant her sweet corruptive sissy seed in the repressed minds of the incels. The ads started innocently, banners of hot sissies technically fully clothed, but unmistakably sexual and done up so that it was virtually impossible to tell.

These ads ran for a week straight, they weren’t even clickable serving only to visually inundate the incels. They generated a significant number of threads where incels either complained about the women, hating what they can’t have, or trying to find the origin of the new ads which appeared everywhere overnight. Reverse image searches yielded no results and inquiries to site admins, similarly, revealed no information. In the meantime thousands of images of sexy sissies rotated through the banners all of them photographed so as to completely conceal their tiny dicks. Throughout the week incels made hostile posts about the new ads, but many enjoyed the photos privately.

Some social sissies ran PSYOPs posting threads about masturbating to the new banner ads, most users urged the OPs to remain strong and abstain. However, some few admitted to the same while more admitted to being aroused by the advertisements.

The second stage of ads only displayed to users who were signed in and had accounts over a month old. The banners became more explicit showing bare tits and ass. A few of the ads, maybe 1%, gave a small glimpse of sissy dick or bulge, these special ads also contained small click boxes on the sissies bulge that would link out. It was a few days before the first incel found one of the links and clicked on the bulge, he was rewarded with a one on one camshow with the advertised sissy.

The incel was shocked as the woman on the other side of the screen greeted him by his username.

“Congratulations Robitcle! You’re the first one to find me ♥” She held up a heart shaped pillow reading “luv ya!” before continuing “I’m ALL yours for 10 minutes.”

The sissy opened an onscreen timer moved it to the bottom of the screen, set it to 10:00, and started it counting down. She looked directly into the camera “My name is Sarina by the way. What do you want me to do?” The information took a little time to sink in and the incel fumbled for his microphone. As Sarina waited for the incels response she showed off the array of sex toys and oils she had available resting beside her. When the incel managed to get his mic working he asked her to strip, “Yes Sir!” she responded enthusiastically. Sarina stepped back to reveal her entire body and then bent at the waist drawing her hands up her knee-socks and smooth legs lightly lifting her skirt before cupping her breasts and giving them a playful bounce. Her hands rose further and her fingers curled under the deep V collar of her top, she began to lower her shirt and bra with agonizing slowness. The incel snapped impatiently “Hurry up Bitch!”, Sarina smiled at his outburst and pulled her hands down and out ripping her top in half and letting her bare breasts spill out. Large milky breasts sporting stiff pink nipples pointed at the camera, Sarina moaned sensually getting off on her submission.

She took her breasts in her hands and pressed them together sliding them up and down against each other. She looked at the camera cooing “Robitcle I want your cock right here.” She looked down spitting on her tits and rubbing it in between them to lubricate the absent cock. The incel watched momentarily before urging her on “Fucking strip!”. Sarina obliged sliding a zipper down the side of her short skirt before letting it slide down her long legs. She stepped out of her skirt making eye contact with the camera wearing nothing more than a tiny thong over her small bulge. She turned around taking the straps of her thong and started sliding them along the curve of her big round ass, exposing her taint and sack. She slid the thong all the way down her legs before stepping over it one foot at a time, turning back to the camera, biting one of the straps she stretched her thong and launched it at the camera.

She tilted the camera down and sat in front of it posing to show everything. “I want you right here fucking me Robitcle!” She drew a dildo in from off-screen thrusting it into her mouth and fellating it while maintaining eye contact with the camera. She gagged as she thrust it deeper. She drew the wet dildo from her mouth stretching the line of saliva between her mouth and the dildo until it snapped. She shifted slightly and slid the dildo into her love canal moaning loudly as she thrust it against her g-spot. Sarina began to drill the dildo into herself moaning as it thrust in and out “Oh fuck! Come on Robitcle give it to your little Bitch!” Her hips began to buck as she got closer to an orgasm. On the other side of the screen Robitcle stroked his hard dick aggressively before cumming across his desk, he groaned in release many thoughts running through his head. ‘Is this gay?’, ‘Fuck, but she’s hot’, ‘Is doming a sissy more manly than doming a woman?’, “Wait how much time is left?’, ‘Oh fuck she’s orgasming’. Sarina heard his groan over the mic and like all good sluts knew just what it meant, she thrust the dildo deeper and cried out as an orgasm ripped through her body. She slid to the ground as she temporarily lost muscle control, her throat released a long low moan, and her hips thrust on instinct as a couple of pathetic drops of jizz leaked from her flaccid cock.

Robitcle looked at the timer on his screen, fuck only 0:30. His mind was made up he wanted to fuck this slut, for real. All the things that had just happened were hands down the sexiest thing that had ever happened to him in his life and he wanted more, no he needed more. He called to her “Sarina, give me your number!”, Sarina’s eyes focused and she looked at the screen smiling through the haze of her orgasm, she opened her mouth and ... all that came out was a soft purr of a moan. As Sarina moaned at him the timer hit 0:00 and the call disconnected. “God Damn It!” Robitcle roared picking up his keyboard and smashing it against his desk, a few keys and drops of his cum flew across the room. Then he remembered the ad and tried to click on it again, but the banner had already rotated He didn’t know it, but the ads were served such that an account on the site was limited to redeeming a single cam session with any of the advertised sissies, he had had his shot.