Surrender to the truth you've been hiding, that burning urge isn't a flaw. It's your soul's call to purpose, to lace, heels, and satin that make you tremble with reverence. In this ritual, I, your Goddess, reshape you into my perfect living doll. Discover your daily devotion: dressing pretty, making your submission in a glossy photo with the plea, "Goddess, am I pretty enough to kneel for You today?" Only if I deem you worthy does your worship ignite. Kneel for an hour of exquisite denial, rubbing your desperate ache through your panties, no skin, no mercy. Hump like the mindless sissy you are, thrusting to the edge over and over, leaking and throbbing while chanting your new mantra: "I exist to be Your living doll." Feel my voice own your thoughts, stripping away your mundane life until you're empty, posed, and utterly devoted to my whims. No release without my command. This is sissy training at its most.
