Before she can even dream of being useful, My sissy slut must get dolled up for us — full sissy attire, heels, and makeup. Once she’s properly dressed to degrade, she takes her rightful place on all fours, serving Me and My man as human furniture. No talking. No moving. Just aching to be used. And when it’s time to ash our smoke? She becomes our human ashtray too. This is what obedient sissies exist for: to serve, suffer, and surrender — beautifully broken and completely humiliated.