SISSY IN THE MIRROR 11: TAMED
Added 2025-05-03 08:00:08 +0000 UTCMaybe they were right. Heels were just part of being a sissy. Yellow patent leather, four-inch, with wide ankle straps and a heart-shaped lock on each one. He kinda liked them. They made his legs look longer.
It had been a while since Jenia last called him "clumsy sugar-foot"—now he strutted like a Pussycat Doll when he passed her. He’d even earned a few compliments from his Mistress, and staying on her good side was always smart. Sometimes he strutted even when no one was watching, just because that’s how he walked now.
Every morning, they checked the locks before breakfast. Every night, he slept with the heels on, ankles crossed under his sheets like a ballerina tucked into a cage.
Freedom didn’t even feel real anymore. Just something people in jeans and sneakers got to pretend they had. Sasha had heels. Sasha had rules. Sasha had soft speech and soft skin and a stomach full of sweet tea and estrogen-laced smoothies.
Enjoy! Xoxo^^
Lara Lynn
