More from Crissie

• Reaming Didi – Sissy Slut Phone Sex

  September 13, 2026

  Dillan called. He begged me to humiliate him and get him “reamed open”. Normally I insist on a preliminary call to determine a client’s ability to follow my directions. However, I love to discipline a whiney little bitch, and he sent a significant tip as a tribute to confirm his ability to be coached. I decided that even though I had not done an initial call with him, he was just my type of fun, and I was feeling generous and playful. I accepted his request, and the next two hours were exceptionally wicked, and a call sweet Didi still thanks me for.

  After initially speaking with Dillan, it was easy to see that he was just a filthy little sissy ass fuck! I knew that it would be easy to ramp up the humiliation for the simple reason that he deserved it! He could twirl around in his girlie dress to his heart’s content alone, but I knew that he was nothing but a cock-obsessed slut! All he thought he wanted was his ass harshly fucked by a big, black cock – or two!

  Of course a sissy slut will always seek to grossly humiliate herself! And nothing shouts SLUT louder than begging to be repeatedly fucked in the ass and screaming for more. Men will line up to give sissy sluts what they crave most of all – being sadistically gang fucked until their holes are totally wrecked! Of course, the fantasy of a little sissy is wall to wall cock. And, being totally shameless, they just crave to have their boy pussies stretched beyond belief every chance they can get. Closeted sissies call me to live out that fantasy for an hour or two a couple times a week while the partner is away. 

  On days when time prohibited that dress up play fun, Dillan would call and simply bend over and spread his dirty ass cheeks – no finesse, no class just begging for a full on ass destruction. Instead, I make him kneel in front of a mirror, and together, we ceremoniously attach the suction dildos. As a treat, he can watch himself backing into that huge dildo suctioned to the mirror. Over the phone, I am guiding him and reminding him that he begged to be so harshly ass fucked that he will be incapable of walking. Naturally we start slow, and progress to a bigger dildo, to make his little sissy ass scream!

  I know that he’s just a pathetic cheap little sissy ass fuck! I whisper and taunt him with cruel mocking and humiliation. Reminding him that he deserves nothing less than to get the hardest ass pounding in existence. He begs for it, he begs for more, he relishes in being a faggot ass slut! He loves it.

  It comes as no surprise that Dillan, in the throes of ecstasy, (with me in his ear and him imagining a big black cock in his ass), begs me to call him Didi. Even without the dress-up play, he wants to get fucked like the sissy slut he is. Dillan is imagining himself, with a sweet little dress on, panties around his ankles with big man hands on his ass cheeks, getting his hole throttled by big, thick, hard dick. Not much time passes before I remind him that sweet Didi should probably also have a fat dick in her mouth also. It will be too easy to have a couple if hung dudes stop by and spit-roast his sissy little self and truly turn him into a cum dump for my friends.

  I know that most sissies are definitely at the very least bi in real life, more are probably closeted gay cock gobblers. So for the gay and bi-curious amongst you, who don’t want to get caught watching gay porn, my services are explicitly geared towards you. Giving you the most definitive and perfect kind of kink and coercion into your gay, sissy, ass and mouth filling fantasies. 

  Quite a few self-declared sissies simply can’t take, or face the intense humiliation that comes as standard with a live call with a hot Domme. Sometimes too pathetic to allow his ego to accept his true desires, he still can get to experience the sensation without having to stutter or stammer a single word. The scene set, and the mood controlled by me. 

  For those sissy butt boys, like Didi, getting supplies and a hotel room to play only amplifies the excitement of a call. When the person in the room next to his makes eye contact the next morning, I know the little fuzzies underneath stand at attention, knowing they heard every whimper, squeal and request to get fucked harder. Silly faggot – of course they know you crave dick.

  When Didi is on her best behavior, and out of town for work; we go to the glory hole together on the phone. He passes the phone to whatever bull has presented his cock, and the fun begins again. The recording of that stranger contolling him through me, and saying exactly what I tell him to say to my little faggot, makes sissy slut Didi explode every time. Dillan always buys the recorded audio of that session as a keepsake to listen to on repeat when he is home with his family.

  Whenever I see a little butt boy with earbuds around town, I wonder if he is one of my sissies. I can usually spot them. If he is, I know he is listening to himself getting fucked and humiliated and dreaming of new frilly outfits to try on. Dress up is like foreplay for sissy slut phone sex. Sometimes, I just hand him my card.

  During the day, while at work, a $20 tribute is all it takes for me to humiliate Dillan  by text. After all, on demand humiliation is the backbone of a dominitrix’s tool box, and a favorite way to control subby sissy sluts like Didi.

  Are you a filthy little sissy in need of a domme to encourage your ass to take that dildo? A tribute will get my attention. I’m happy to humiliate you on any call or text session.

  Until next time, my darlings. Call Crissie at 888-750-4746 X856

• Face Sitting on a Market Stray

  August 29, 2026

  Crissy finds a lost stranger at the farmers market. She brings him home to see if his face would be a perfect  place to drop her pussy.  

  Crissy wandered the bustling farmers market on a crisp Saturday morning, her basket already heavy with fresh herbs and ripe tomatoes. The air smelled of baked bread and earth, but her attention snagged on a tall stranger standing bewildered by the cheese stall, turning his phone in circles like it might suddenly offer directions. He looked lost in more ways than one, his dark hair tousled and his expression equal parts frustration and charm. She approached with a confident smile, her boots clicking on the cobblestones. “You look like a man who wandered in from another dimension. Need a map or just someone to point you toward the exit?” He glanced up, eyes widening at her directness. “Guilty as charged. GPS died, and now I’m convinced this market is a maze designed to trap tourists. Name’s Jake.” Crissy laughed, the sound sharp and inviting. “Crissy. And trust me, this place eats tourists for breakfast. Come on, I’ll get you out—unless you want to follow me home for coffee instead.”

  Jake blinked, clearly caught off guard by her boldness, but the spark in his eyes matched hers. “Coffee sounds better than wandering lost. Lead the way, Crissy. Just promise no farmer’s market ambushes.” They chatted as she guided him through the stalls, her wit sparring with his dry humor. “So, what brings a city boy like you to this rural chaos?” she teased, brushing his arm accidentally on purpose. “Work conference that turned into a wrong turn,” he replied, his voice low and warm. “You always rescue strangers this smoothly?” Crissy shot him a sideways glance, her hips swaying just enough to keep his attention. “Only the ones who look like they could handle a strong woman taking charge. You seem… promising.” The tension thickened with every step, her pulse quickening at the way he matched her stride without hesitation.

  By the time they reached her cozy cottage near the market’s edge, the air between them hummed with unspoken heat. Inside, Crissy set her basket down and turned to him, hands on her hips. “Strip,” she commanded, her tone playful yet firm, no room for argument. Jake raised an eyebrow but grinned, shedding his shirt to reveal a toned chest. “Bossy already? I like it.” She watched, arms crossed, as he continued, pants dropping to reveal his hardening cock already twitching with interest. “Good boy. Now on the bed—face up.” He complied, and she climbed over him, her ass hovering above his face as she positioned her wet pussy right over his mouth. “Earn that coffee,” she said, lowering herself to smother him gently at first, then with more pressure as his tongue found her clit.

  Jake groaned into her dripping folds, his hands gripping her thighs while she reached down to stroke his hard cock with firm, twisting motions. “That’s it—lick deeper when you’re doing it right,” Crissy panted, her voice husky with approval. She pumped him slowly, thumb circling the head, feeling him swell under her touch. “Mmm, you’re horny for this, aren’t you? Keep going and I’ll reward you.” His tongue worked magic, lapping at her wet pussy as she ground down, ass cheeks flexing against his cheeks. Sweat beaded on her skin, her breaths coming faster as pleasure built. “Fuck, yes—right there,” she moaned, stroking his cock faster now, pre-cum making her hand slick. The room filled with the sounds of his muffled licks and her sharp gasps, tension coiling tighter with every witty exchange turned filthy.

  “You’re good at following orders,” she teased between pants, increasing the pressure on his face while her fist worked his shaft in long, deliberate strokes. Jake’s hips bucked slightly, but she held control, her strong thighs pinning him. “Make me cum and I’ll finish you off properly—no blowjob until you earn it.” His tongue flicked relentlessly, driving her closer, her pussy clenching around nothing as wetness dripped onto his chin. She rode his face harder, ass smothering him fully now, her free hand bracing on the headboard. “God, your cock feels so hard in my hand—don’t stop!” The build was exquisite, dialogue fading into shared panting and moans until her orgasm crashed over her, thighs shaking as she came with a cry, juices coating his face.

  Crissy lifted off just enough to catch her breath, then gripped his cock with both hands, stroking vigorously now that he’d delivered. “You did well,” she praised, her voice still laced with wit. “Time for your reward.” Her fingers flew over his length, twisting at the top, until Jake groaned and came hard, thick ropes of cum spilling across her hand and his stomach. She milked him through it, both of them sweating and panting in the aftermath. “Not bad for a lost market stray,” she murmured, leaning down to kiss his forehead. But as their eyes met, the spark promised far more than one afternoon’s heat—adventures neither had yet imagined waiting just beyond this first surrender.

  Crissy is always ready to talk about your face sitting fantasy.

  Until next time, darlings. Be good… or don’t.  Call Crissy 888-750-4746 X856