Rachel loved to dress up her sissy boys in the sluttiest outfits she could find. She had a particular fondness for short skirts, fishnet stockings, and high heels. Tonight, she had chosen a dingy bar on the outskirts of town, known for its dark corners and anonymous encounters.

As they walked in, Rachel could feel the eyes of the other patrons on her sissy boys. She had dressed them in tight leather miniskirts, their hair pulled back in ponytails, and heavy makeup caking their faces. They looked like the sluts they were, and Rachel couldn’t have been prouder.

They made their way to the back of the bar, to a grimy bathroom with a broken stall door. Rachel pushed her sissy boys inside and closed the door behind them. She reached into her purse and pulled out a wad of cash, handing it to the boy on the left.

“Go make me proud,” she whispered, licking her lips.

The sissy boy nodded, taking the money and heading out of the stall. Rachel watched as he approached the glory hole, her heart racing with anticipation. She could feel her pussy growing wet as she imagined what was happening on the other side of the wall.

After what felt like an eternity, the sissy boy returned, a huge grin on his face. Rachel could see the wetness on his lips and knew that he had been serviced well. She handed him more money and sent the other sissy boy in.

As she watched her second sissy boy take his turn, Rachel couldn’t help but feel a sense of power and control. She had turned these boys into her own personal sluts, and they were more than happy to oblige her every desire. She knew that she would keep coming back to this bar, again and again, to dress up her sissy boys and take them to the glory hole. It was their little secret, and Rachel couldn’t have been happier.