I couldn't respond. I just looked down. Down towards the floor. Down at my legs and at the black pantyhose that I was wearing. I noticed a run on left left knee... above it, cum stains. There were cum stains on my pleated skirt too.
She repeated the question.
“Yes,” I said softly.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes. I'm a cocksucker."
"What kind of cocksucker, Darling?"
Tears started to obscure my vision. "A sissy one... a sissy cocksucker" I whimpered.
"Shhhhh. That's my baby. There is no need to cry. You know, I am so proud of you - so happy that you understand what you are." She tenderly stroked my hair.
"And now that you are a sissy cocksucker, what do you eat?"
I meekly mumbled "I eat sperm.” I heard her sigh softly.
She grabbed my hair and turned my head so that I could see my reflection in the mirror. I met her eyes in the reflection.
“Tell her,” she instructed, “that girl doesn’t believe you. Convince her!”
I looked my reflection in the eyes.
“I eat sperm. I like to eat sperm. I am a sperm-eating sissy cocksucker,” I told myself.
“You are, aren’t you?” I nodded shyly.
“Tell her. She’s not listening. She can’t believe what you are saying.”
“I eat sperm,” I said, my voice growing with self realization and acceptance, “I AM a sperm-eating sissy cocksucker.”
I took a long look at myself and smiled.
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