Pandora surveyed her young charge with a cruel smile. “Tonight’s going to be a big night for you, Cotie,” she purred, her voice dripping with promise.

Cotie, a fresh-faced young thing with wide, eager eyes, nodded eagerly. “Yes, Mistress,” he breathed, his voice trembling with excitement.

Pandora stood and sauntered over to a large, ornate mirror, her hips swaying provocatively. She ran a hand over her perfectly toned abs, her perfectly round breasts, her perfectly sculpted ass. “See this, Cotie?” she said, gesturing to her reflection. “This is what power looks like. And tonight, you’re going to learn how to wield it.”

“Now, go get ready, pussycat,” Pandora commanded, her voice taking on a harsh, dominating tone. “Shower, shave, and dress as a woman. You have work to do.”

Cotie hurried to obey, his heart racing with anticipation. He had always been a sissy at heart, and the thought of dressing up and being used as a sex object filled him with a deep, primal thrill.

When he was ready, Pandora led him to a low-class strip joint, the air thick with smoke and the smell of alcohol and pussy. She pushed him onto the stage, her eyes flashing with cruel amusement as she surveyed the crowd of rough, rowdy men.

“Go on,” she hissed, her voice low and urgent. “Proposition them for sex. Use your holes to earn me some money.”

Cotie hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest. But then he remembered Pandora’s words, her promise of power and control, and he summoned up all his courage. He sauntered over to the nearest man, his hips swaying provocatively, his eyes wide and inviting.

“Hey there, big boy,” he purred, his voice high and feminine. “Wanna buy a blowjob?”

The man grinned and nodded, and Cotie led him backstage, his heart racing with excitement. He let the man use him, his holes filling with cum, his body shaking with pleasure. And when it was over, he collected the money and walked back out onto the stage, his ass dripping with cum.

He did it again and again, each time feeling a thrill of power and control. He was a sissy, a cumslut, and he loved it.

When the night was over, Cotie handed over the money to Pandora, his heart swelling with pride and joy. He had done it – he had used his body to earn money, just like she had taught him.

Pandora smiled and nodded, her eyes filled with approval. “You did well, Cotie,” she said, her voice filled with pride. “You’re learning to fulfill your purpose as a toy for real men to use, cum in, and discard.”

Cotie beamed, his heart filled with joy and pride. He had never been happier, and he knew that he would follow Pandora wherever she led him, no matter what twisted, depraved adventures she had in store for him. He was her sissy, her cumslut, and he loved it.

Love and Pain – Pandora

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