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It's New Year's Eve and you're tied up in bed as the ball drops and then your partner asks of you're ready to learn how many orgasms you're going to get this year. You nod because of course you're gagged and can't speak.

Your partner pulls up a random number generator on their phone and sets the parameters at 0 and 365. You panic a little scared that you might not get any orgasms at all this year.

Luckily when they tap generate the number 192 appears on screen.

You breathe a sigh of relief. That's more than one every other day, you can deal with that, no problem.

"Would you like to orgasm now to celebrate the New Year?" Your partner asks.

You nod excitedly eager for your first orgasm of the year.

"Ok let's see how many you get," your partner smirks as they type on their phone again. Turning the screen to face you it now reads 0 to 192 under the generate button.

You start to feel a little worried. Surely they're joking. They'll probably reroll until it's a low number, right? This is just for show. Just to freak you out, it has to be.

They tap generate and once again the numbers cycle until they land on 97.

Smiling sadistically they grab your wand off the bedside table and press it against your crotch as you try to struggle in your tight bondage.

By the time you've cum your 97th time for the year, what little remains of your mind is wishing that either of those random numbers had been a zero.

But by the next time you're begging your partner to let you cum you've all but forgotten the torture of January 1st, that is you have until they pull out the random number generator.

By the end of March the only orgasms you've had were during painful overstimulation sessions and you're almost glad they're almost done.

By your birthday you have less than 10 orgasms remaining and you haven't asked for one in weeks. Your partner offers you a choice: use the rest of your orgasms today and spend the rest of the year in chastity or the rest of your orgasms will be ruins but you're allowed to edge as much as you want for the rest of the year.

What would you pick?

Applying lube over his entire cunt, preparing to tell the nurse in a cold tone each detail of the exam. Gliding smooth fingers up and down the puffy lips of the outer labia, giving small squeezes before working onto the inner labia. Massaging just around the opening to his vaginal canal, just under his swollen tdick.

Sliding a lubed finger into his hole is easy, so wet from the massaging and adrenaline. Slowly pumping my finger in and out of him, studying his reactions. Adding another finger slowly, curling them up to his g-spot, probing him with a casual rhythm. Noting down all of his cute little noises.

Slowly pulling my fingers out, just to slide a cold metal speculum in their place, stretching him open. Taking swabs from his walls and cervix, passing the samples to the nurse before closing the speculum and sliding it out.

Another nurse rolls in a tray of toys and items. Picking up a small bullet vibrator and rubbing it around his tdick, not even turning it on yet, just letting the cool plastic warm up against him.

Sliding a couple fingers back into him before starting on low vibration on his tdick. Feeling his walls squeeze around my fingers.

Welcome to Sissiology 101

Chapter 1

Sissy Science: A new avenue of pleasure 💕

Reason 1: Your body’s traitor.

The deepest, most explosive pleasure isn’t in that sad, caged thing between your legs. It’s hidden inside you. The prostate is your true pleasure centre, and it’s laughing at your old idea of manhood.

Reason 2: Coincidence? No — design.

Only a man is built to reach it properly. His size, his heat, his rhythm. Toys pretend. He delivers.

Reason 3: Overwhelmed before you can fight.

His scent when he leans in. The strength in his hands as he positions you. The calm command in his voice. It’s anatomy plus dominance; your body gives up before your mind can argue.

Reason 4: Feminization is the trigger.

Lace, lipstick, stockings, the cage. Each piece isn’t just a costume, it’s training. It strips away the last of your pride until all that’s left is a trembling, needy sissy.

Reason 5: The cage is the truth.

Locked away, your “manhood” shrivels into a useless ornament while your real pleasure organ aches to be claimed. That’s why you’re dressed. That’s why you’re soft. That’s why you’re blushing.

Reason 6: Domination seals it.

His weight, his scent, his control, the way he moves you without asking. Each second drives the lesson deeper that you’re no longer the one in charge.

Reason 7: Submission is the only way out.

The greatest release you’ll ever know doesn’t come from fighting. It comes when you give up the last bit of control, when you stop pretending, when you whisper “yes” and mean it.

Reason 8: Sissy logic.

It isn’t gay. It isn’t straight. It’s just the truth of your body and the training you’ve been given. Science, anatomy and humiliation all agree: you’re here to be his little sissy.

Reason 9: Total surrender = total pleasure.