“Liked that, didn’t you? Wanted it to continue? Well, we’ve got all your useful years left to better it. My conquests always end up so branded, tattooed and disfigured by scars it’s tough to tell them apart. For the moment though other impositions take precedence. Stand up now. I want to see how my newest sissy takes to being properly embodied!”
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Madam Peregrine gave the pitiful form before her a quick assessment before pulling open a dresser drawer. Kept stocked with a selection of cheap lingerie, this produced pastel blue nylon stockings in about the right size within seconds. She thrust these upon her stammering victim.
“Pull these on! Then get ready for girdling, girl. I like to keep my sissies cinched up super slender, and as desperate for breath and nourishment as s****l surren
