You love to show off for me, don’t you? It’s written all over that desperate little face. But here’s the truth, sweetheart - you’re not special. I have so many sissies gagging for my attention, lined up and panting like obedient pets, begging for the chance to be noticed. So if you want even a sliver of my gaze, you’re going to have to work for it. Hard. I’m wearing a tight little plaid schoolgirl shirt today with my shiny Wolford tights stretched tight across my thighs, my gorgeous gusset just visible when I shift. You’re already twitching, aren’t you? Already imagining what you’ll have to do to impress me. I’m not here to coddle you - I’m here to inspire your worst behavior. To make you fall over yourself trying to outdo the other sluts. To make you ache just for the possibility of pleasing me. So go ahead, make a scene. Be the little good girl I know you ache to be. Just know - only the most depraved, most devoted sissies earn a place in my spotlight.
