A friend referred me to her psychologist. She assured me that this woman could help me learn to deal with my feminine inclinations better.
"So, Leeanne," she apprised me when I entered her office. "You certainly are a pretty girl," she complimented me. The only thing is, I'm not a girl. "Did you wear something pretty under your jeans? Like I instructed you to?" she asked.
Suddenly, I felt I should obey her. When I nodded, she smiled seductively. "Very good sissy. Let me see," she instructed me as I felt her power overwhelm me. She was not what I expected in a psychologist.
"Yes ma'am," I replied.
"Leeanne dear, call me Miss Sharon."
"Yes Miss Sharon."
"Mmmmm. Nice. I think we're going to have fun sissy," she said, a devilish tone in her voice. "So, Leeanne, how long have you wanted to suck cock?"
"So, Leeanne," she apprised me when I entered her office. "You certainly are a pretty girl," she complimented me. The only thing is, I'm not a girl. "Did you wear something pretty under your jeans? Like I instructed you to?" she asked.
Suddenly, I felt I should obey her. When I nodded, she smiled seductively. "Very good sissy. Let me see," she instructed me as I felt her power overwhelm me. She was not what I expected in a psychologist.
"Yes ma'am," I replied.
"Leeanne dear, call me Miss Sharon."
"Yes Miss Sharon."
"Mmmmm. Nice. I think we're going to have fun sissy," she said, a devilish tone in her voice. "So, Leeanne, how long have you wanted to suck cock?"
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