Sissy Task #004: The Death of Him Begins in Lace 🎀

Instructions from Mistress:

Tonight, before you sleep, you will perform this ritual — quietly, privately, shamefully.

1. Choose a pair of panties.

Not the safest. Not the softest. Choose the one that scares you a little — the pair you’ve always avoided because it felt too real. That’s the one I want on your skin. 👙

2. Strip fully.

Stand in front of the mirror. Let that weak, male shell stare back at you one last time. Take a moment and say goodbye. Out loud:

“The boy is gone. Mistress owns what’s left.”

3. Slide the panties up slowly.

No rushing. No guilt. I want you to feel every thread, every breath of silk or lace whispering against your thighs. Moan, if you must. I’ll allow it. 😈

4. Take a photo.

Full body. No face, unless you’re brave. Keep it for yourself — proof that you’ve started the descent. Or send it… if you dare. 💌

5. Sleep in them.

Yes, sleep. No exceptions. Your punishment for resistance will be more public tasks.

Let the fabric train your body, let the guilt melt into pleasure, and whisper to yourself before you sleep:

“The old me is deleted. Mistress commands the new me.”

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This is only the beginning.

The lace is not a costume. It’s your confession.

Fail, and I’ll make the next task humiliatingly public.

Obey, and perhaps you’ll earn the reward of feeling truly owned.

🕷️

Now go. Obey. Be the go

od little thing I know you are.

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