Training sissys took time, even with a cheat like the sissy earbuds that I used on Freya so long ago. I found myself frustrated now that I had never used the earbuds since then. I found myself realizing that they worked much more slowly than I had been expecting when I put them in the B-ranked combatant. It did not help that the fresh sissy bitch had been actively trying to fight the Sissy earbuds so hard. I could see it in his eyes that he was not naturally a sissy like who Freya had been.
The man clearly had no trace of the mindset of a sissy in his head before I got my hands on him. Probably a nice straight man and did not even think about getting pegged. That did not mean I would stop what I was doing, and if you look at Freya, you can see that a slow influence could still work. It was just that I had plans for this particular bitch, so I had to hasten things. Which meant the carrot-and-stick method. It was a tried-and-true way to train people, but it was usually a more brute-force approach than changing them over time.
You could always rely on brute-force methods being inferior to the slow mental influence that makes people see things your way. There will be a breakage with the carrot stick method or even the terror way. Fear was probably one of the weakest ways of breaking someone. Oh sure, it worked, but it would always leave someone full of fear or biding their time in order to stick a knife in your back. If the core of someone was that of a coward, it would just break them down into that one core attribute and make them that forever.
Which meant they would be useless for anything other than exactly what you trained them for, and I had plans for this bitch. Maybe training him to be a sissy bitch would be slower, but that means he could become a reusable tool instead of a missile launched at my opponents and die spectacularly.
Not that a missile is not useful, it is just that I would rather have a gun at this time. There were many ways of breaking the sentient mind. Sentient means that they think, that they have instincts and desires along with other thoughts, and those thoughts were moldable, and as I looked at the man before me, I realized that I could probably play a bit more with this toy that I was thinking about. There might be the honey method, and I smirked.
It was decided.
I would train with the Honey method and see how far I could push the man.
My smile was bright, and I knew if any of my slaves saw it, they would tremble, and that made my smile only brighter. I could not wait to play with my toy and let him learn the pleasures of being a sissy and see if there was something to push the mental hooks of being a sissy into him.
I got up and went to make my preparations.
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PoV Lucus Brighter
Submit to Mistress.
Mistress knows best.
Mistress is good to me.
The words of the infernal entity in my ears continued to speak as I cleaned the cavernous room I was in, and I hated how much I listened to it. There was nothing but Mistress and the training she has been putting me through. Lately, she has been softer, much softer. It was like she showed her hard side, and now she was showing her softer side.
I had no idea where she got the dresses, but I suspected it was from the carriage trains that they departed to raid from time to time. But they had been leaving less and less lately, and now, Mistress was around more often.
She showed me how to bow properly. On my knees, where my knees should be placed, with my legs spread just a little wider, with my ass a little in the air. With a simple hand motion, she could have me bowing with a simple hand motion and I could not stop myself anymore. With a simple hand motion, she made me bow, and I trembled at the thought of this dangerous woman.
Suddenly, Mistress walked into the cave room that I was cleaning, and I quickly turned to her and bowed. I had no idea how she had done it, but this woman terrified me, and I found myself increasingly following her orders. She had this presence that made me sweat without even thinking about it, and my instincts screamed that she was a dangerous woman.
Mistress suddenly smiled at me, and I trembled a little as she lifted her hand a little, then pointed at the ground beneath her feet. Her bare feet were covered in a light dust, but I knew what she wanted, and my body reacted before I even knew it.
A pang of pleasure erupted through me as I bowed before her in trained, perfect precision, and Mistress glared down at me. My mind was occupied, though, with the pleasure I felt at listening to Mistress.
It was a bit distressing that I took simple pleasure in listening to this woman. I knew what she was doing, and I still could not stop the feelings. She was training me to be her bitch, and my body followed without me ever wanting to. "Good Sissy," Mistress said, and I hated the sudden pleasure and pride I felt at the moment she said that.
I trembled as I bowed before her, knowing all the horrible things that she was doing to me, and I was a fucking B ranker, god damnit. It was not like my strength was gone. I just needed time to recharge my mana, and she gave me no time to do so. But she defeated me at my best, also, which meant that she was prepared for my rebellion.
I had to wait, and that meant following her orders.
"Now, Sissy, Today we will do something new," Mistress said, and distress filled my head. A Sissy like me could only despair and accept what Mistress wanted their sissy to do.
Shit.
Accept your fate, Sissy.
Those words hit me again and I wanted to growl but I was in the middle of groveling before Mistress and I could not do that. It would be disrespectful to Mistress, and I closed my eyes. Shit, I caught myself again.
I am not a Sissy.
I AM NOT A SISSY!
I AM NOT A-
I am a Sissy Slut.
I am a sissy slut for Mistress.
I looked up and glared, but froze as I saw Mistress's unhappy face as she looked down at me. "You are not going to answer your Mistress anymore?" Mistress asked in a voice cold as ice and sharp as a knife. I felt it stab into my heart, and I shuddered as I knew if I did not answer soon, I was screwed.
"I look forward to it, Mistress," I replied as fast as I could get it out without sounding panicked and as feminine as possible. Lately, Mistress had told me to sound more womanly, and I had to listen to her, and she smiled faintly. I hated how she humiliated me so easily, but I was still hoping that someone would come and save me.
Instead of salvation at this moment, though, the mistress started to smile with a bright smile that always sent a shiver through me, and I hated the fear I felt at this moment. I have always been feeling fear lately, though, and I looked at Mistress. "What would you like to do to this Sissy Mistress?" I asked my words spilling forth without conscious thought.
"Get up and lay your body on that table there," Mistress said, "Your legs spread, and reach back and spread your ass cheeks." Mistress then added, and I trembled more.
I wanted to fight her again. I desperately wanted to escape, but despair hit me as I moved without wanting to. I walked toward the table and did as she told me, and I pressed my softening body onto the table she got from somewhere and lay my upper body across it, then spread my legs and spread my asscheeks for her, and I waited.
I could hear Mistress moving behind me, and I did not have to wait long. I looked back, and I saw that dangerous woman. Her long, Snow white hair dropped down to her ass, and she always wore leather mini pants and a bra. It was minor armor, but from the memory of our fight, she was not someone you would take hits.
My mind suddenly blanked as I felt Mistress lift my dress and expose the bare ass that I was spreading for her. The last cloth, which was a skirt that Mistress gave me, was suddenly removed. I trembled but then somehting cold poured over my ass liberally and i shivered as I felt it go between the crack of my ass cheeks. I trembled as I felt her hands grab my ass and glide across the surface of my skin. I trembled more as they moved toward a place I would rather they didn't, and I trembled as I suddenly felt it.
It feels good.
Being a Sissy feels good.
My asshole is my pussy.
I want Mistress to play with my asspussy.
The Sudden assault of those suggestive words blanked my head, and I heard a soft feminine voice erupt from my lips, and suddenly, Mistress was beside me. "Good Girl, Feel it, feel my fingers penetrating you," She said as I felt her fingers slip into my asspussy, and I gasped. "Do you feel them, Sissy?" Mistress suddenly asked, and I nodded as she pushed a finger into my butthole on some oil or something.
Mistress's fingers dove in, and pleasure erupted up my spine and tingled in my head, and I shuddered. "Yes, Mistress," I heard myself say in that feminine voice.
"Good Girl," Mistress said, and I trembled. "Sissies like you should feel pleasure from here. Tell me, does it feel good, Sissy?" She asked, and her finger moved in and out of my little asshole, and a pleasure tingled up and down my spine, and I felt my face turning red as she worked those fingers in and out of my little asspussy, and I trembled even more.
"I-It feels good, Mistress," I said suddenly as if the words did not belong to me. They came out in that feminine voice, and Mistress giggled and then suddenly pleasure erupted through the back of my dick as she fingered my little asshole. She pushed her fingers in and then pushed down, and I groaned and then moaned before I even knew what was going on. I still did not know what was going on, but she pushed a finger, then hooked it down and hit something that made my balls throb and my cock harden. I hated it, I loved it even more. I wanted more, and I cried out as Mistress continued.
"Does it feel good now, Sissy?" Mistress asked again, suddenly.
"YES MISTRESS~!" I cried out as the pleasure continued to erupt across my spine as she pushed those fingers into that spot that made me see stars, and she whispered in my ear.
"Good Sissy. I want you to cum for me, I want you to go ahead and leak your pathetic bitch juice on the floor." Mistress would whisper suddenly as she continued to shove that finger in and out of my asshole, and I cried out as she asked again, "Tell me, does it feel good? Are you going to cum like a little bitch? Real men take minutes, hours, or even longer to cum. You, five minutes or less. Maybe even thirty seconds. Tell me, do you want to become a prejec loser?"
Mistress's words sent a chill and a thrill through me. The pleasure of her direct attention made me hate and love her, and she was paying a lot of attention to me right now.
Then it happened, and my body trembled for a new reason as Mistress's finger pushed into me, then pulled out, scraping that point inside me, and she chuckled. "You're about to cum, aren't you, Sissy?" The question came out of nowhere, and my face was hot, my body trembling, and my balls felt full, and suddenly my mind blanked.
Pleasure ripped through me like a buzz saw, and I cried out without meaning or wanting to. My body trembled, and I thrust my hips uselessly into the table, wishing to feel even more. My body trembled, and pleasure fogged my head, and I trembled even more. I could not stop trembling, and I really wish I could.
Then I heard Mistress Chuckling.
Good Sissy. Dry orgasms make Sissys feel good. Cumming is not for sissies.
What?
"Your first Dry Orgasm, I guess you are talented, "Mistress suddenly said right into my ear, and I trembled. "I guess you have a bit more talent for being a Sissy than I thought. But I am not done with you yet, Sissy."
Mistress's words made me even more scared, even as the pleasure tingled through my balls and my body, and I hated it even more, even as I rejoiced in the pleasure, and I trembled with both anxiety and trepidation at what she would do next.
I am a Sissy Slut.
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