Oct 95 min read

Small Penis Issues: Mistress CoCo’s Cross-Dressing Lesson

A Night with Mistress CoCo: Cross-Dressing, Humiliation, and Throat Training in Atlanta

Atlanta's fetish scene is rich with opportunities to explore your deepest fantasies. In this post, we dive into one sub's unforgettable experience with Mistress CoCo—an intense three-hour session involving cross-dressing, small penis humiliation, and throat training. Buckle up for a wild ride through Atlanta's underground world of dominance and submission.

Dressing the Part: A Sissy's First Step

Jason glanced nervously at the mirror, adjusting the lace choker Mistress CoCo had given him. His fingers shook as he pulled the straps of the thigh-high stockings up his legs. They felt so unfamiliar, so delicate against his skin, but there was a secret thrill coursing through him. He stood in the dimly lit room, the soft rustle of satin against his skin sending tingles down his spine. The scent of candles and leather filled the air, heightening his senses as the anticipation grew. It was only a matter of time before Mistress CoCo made her entrance.

The door creaked open, and Jason's heart leapt. There she was, Mistress CoCo, dressed in a tight, dress with a obscenely high slit that accentuated every curve of her body. Her high-heels clicked against the floor as she approached him. Her eyes, dark and piercing, scanned Jason from head to toe, her lips curling into a sly, knowing smile.

Humiliation and Submission: The Power of Words

“Look at you,” Mistress CoCo purred. “A pathetic little sissy, aren't you?” She reached out, brushing her fingers over the choker, letting her nails drag gently down his neck. Jason shuddered, biting his lip, but he dared not speak without permission.

Mistress CoCo stepped back, taking in the sight before her. Jason was dressed in a sheer, lace bodysuit that clung to his slender frame, his small bulge pitifully visible through the fabric. His face was adorned with subtle makeup—pink lips, soft blush, and long lashes that fluttered every time he blinked.

She let out a mocking chuckle. “That little thing between your legs? It’s almost non-existent. I bet you feel so inadequate, don’t you?”

Jason’s cheeks flushed crimson. His cock, though small and restrained, twitched at her words.

“Yes, Mistress,” he mumbled, his voice barely audible.

Mistress CoCo crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing. “Louder, slut. I want to hear you say it with pride. Tell me how small your cock is.”

Jason hesitated, but the sharp glint in Mistress CoCo’s eyes left no room for disobedience.

“My cock is small, Mistress. Pathetically small,” he admitted, his voice shaking with humiliation and arousal. His heart pounded in his chest, both humiliated and strangely exhilarated.

Mistress CoCo’s smile widened as she sauntered closer. She grabbed Jason by the chin, forcing him to look into her eyes. “That’s right. A tiny cock for a pathetic sissy like you. You should be ashamed of it.”

She stepped back and pointed to the large mirror on the wall. “Take a good look at yourself, Jason. What do you see? A man? No, not even close. You’re just a sissy with a cock that could never satisfy anyone.”

Jason stared at his reflection, his eyes flicking down to his small bulge in the lace. His humiliation was palpable, but so was his arousal. He hated how much her words turned him on, how much power she had over him.

Mistress CoCo’s voice cut through his thoughts. “Touch it. I want to see you stroke that worthless little thing for me.”

Jason hesitated but obeyed, reaching down to caress his tiny cock through the lace. The fabric was soft, the pressure light, but even this slight touch made him gasp. His cock was hard, though it barely made a bulge against the delicate material.

Mistress CoCo circled him like a predator. “Pathetic. Stroking that worthless thing, thinking you’re a real man. You’re not. But I can make you useful in other ways, can’t I?”

Small Penis Throat Training: Mistress CoCo Takes Control

Her fingers slid under Jason’s chin, lifting his head again. She pushed him toward the bed, her dominance making his body move with barely a thought. Jason knelt on the edge, and Mistress CoCo’s hands were suddenly in his hair, pulling him closer to her. She stood tall above him, towering over him.

“You’re going to show me what that mouth is good for,” she whispered, her voice dripping with authority. From beneath her leather, she revealed a long, thick strap-on, its size intimidating in Jason’s eyes.

Mistress CoCo placed the tip of the dildo against Jason’s lips, smirking as he instinctively parted them. “Open wide, slut,” she commanded.

Jason’s lips trembled, but he did as instructed, opening his mouth as wide as he could. The dildo slid into his mouth, its size stretching his jaw. He gagged slightly, but Mistress CoCo didn’t relent, pressing further until she was in control of his breathing.

“That’s it,” she cooed, her hands gripping the back of his head. “You’re going to take all of it. We need to train that throat of yours. You’re not good for much else with that tiny cock, are you?”

Jason’s eyes watered as Mistress CoCo thrust her hips forward, pushing the dildo deeper into his throat. He could feel it pressing against the back of his mouth, his gag reflex kicking in as his body struggled to accommodate its size. But Mistress CoCo showed no mercy. Her hips moved in a steady rhythm, controlling the pace as she forced Jason to take more and more of her.

“Look at you,” she mocked, her voice filled with amusement. “You can’t even handle a fake cock. Such a useless little sissy.”

Tears streamed down Jason’s face, but he couldn’t stop the growing arousal between his legs. His tiny cock throbbed pathetically in its cage, desperate for release, but he knew better than to ask. Mistress CoCo hadn’t given him permission, and she likely wouldn’t.

After what felt like an eternity of being used, Mistress CoCo finally pulled back, letting Jason gasp for air. His throat was raw, his cheeks streaked with tears and saliva, but the sight only made Mistress CoCo smile wider.

“Good job, slut,” she praised, patting his head mockingly. “I think you’re almost ready for more. But first, let’s see if that pathetic little cock of yours can even handle cumming without my permission.”

Jason’s body trembled at her words. He knew exactly what was coming next—and he couldn’t wait...