I like that he still looks. Even after everything I’ve done to him, when I’m wiggling and showing off my body, flaunting what he is now denied, I like that he will still timidly sneaks a peak. With his slender, smooth, feminine body also on display in his own sexy, little, gym outfit, there isn’t much for him to do with this rush of arousal other than to blush, squirm from the feeling of his little locked peen throbbing away in his tight little panties, and reapply himself to his girly workout routine. Watching him get all worked up, but be too soft and effeminate to do anything with his urges except throwing himself into keeping his legs shapely, his tummy taught, and his little booty nice and pert is such a wonderfully tantalizing training program for my little sissy’s body and mind.
As far as moving my little bestie’s feminization along, nothing can compare with bringing my favorite little femboy to the gym. Where else can he go where he gets to feel so inadequate along side all the real men with their big alpha muscles, wear such provocative girly outfits, feel like such a sissy around the sexy women that treat him like a girlfriend, AND get to actively work on making his body even more feminine? Nothing could’ve helped him more with the transition from being my boyfriend to becoming my pussy free sissy bestie more than our time together getting all tight and right at the gym. He’s just so delightfully demure and defeated after a good workout that it’s the best time to take him out for a quick bite, gossip about all the guys I’m seeing, have him help me get ready for a date, and then send him to bed while I saunter off in the manly arms of one of my lovers.
It’s why I like that he still looks. Even though he has surrendered to daily panties, weekly waxings, monthly manicures, and constant chastity, nothing gives me the thrill of those early days quite like seeing the longing in his eyes when he dares to forget himself and experience lust for his bestie. Even though the consequence of this is always me overpowering the wimpy little sissy, pulling his booty shorts down, pulling his thong panty up, and spanking his cute, exposed, little tushy, I can’t even pretend that I don’t enjoy it. I’ll smile, giggle, give him a little extra wiggle, all so he can really feel the ever widening chasm between his masculine desires for me and his pussy free pansy existence.
Every time we go through this little routine, I know it breaks his will to the point where he won’t be able to muster the energy to even try to reassert his pathetic manhood. He’ll spend AT LEAST the rest of day in his girly clothes, prancing around, fussing over his makeup, wallowing in the erotic draw of his complete emasculation. It’s part of the reason why I insist we hit the gym a minimum of five days a week. His body is becoming taut and feminine, his little clitty is becoming accustomed to being soft and small when aroused, and his mind is losing the ability to even imagine anything different. I don’t know if it will be the crunches, lunges, or the twerk aerobics, but eventually, something will break his puny masculinity to the point that all that will be left is my very in shape sissy bestie. I can’t wait.
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