Sissy Prince OriginChapter 2
“I’m sorry about this.” Jentif whispers in the Elf’s ear. Larallin gives a slight nod. The big red woman was actually quite nice, and the wife of his new friend Oliver. But, like the rest of the slaves, she would do anything their monstrous master ordered. The ginger, Elf man had his palms against the cold marble wall. He wore an ornate gown over lace panties and a tight corset. Humiliating and degrading what was left of his manhood. Not that there was room for masculinity here. Not as a...