No matter how cruel or heartless I may be at times, my goal has always been a pure one: to hold the mirror up to life and reflect the truth. No matter how humiliating, no matter how hurtful, no matter how painful or harsh, I can at least be trusted to tell the truth, and to let people know where they stand.
Beauty. Truth. Pain. Funny how much these seemingly different concepts have in common with one another. They are at once synonymous with each other, and symptomatic of each other. This was made especially clear with my newest little pet, Ashley.
Ashley is a sissy, but she didn’t know it until she met me. She actually believed that she owned a cock–although she herself admitted that it was only a few centimeters in length when fully erect! Ashly thought she was a kind and caring man. I made her know that her caring was in fact, a transparent way of manipulating women into liking her, knowing that she could never satisfy them sexually. I made her realize that she had underestimated these women. I made her think about an alternative to offending these women with that pitiful little thing she called a dick: The alternative was to submit to them, worship them, and do her best to emulate them. The alternative, in short, was to give women the respect they deserve, and to see herself for what she truly was: A little sissy bitch.
She resisted at first, of course. Although, I could tell from the get go that the idea sounded freeing to her. But of course, it would mean a complete and total change. And change can be a scary thing. But the one virtue that Ashley had before she began her transformation was the ability to listen. If only more people had that ability! Then we would have a utopia where everyone knew their place, everyone understood themselves, and most importantly, everyone knew who they had to obey! But the point is, because Ashley was willing to listen, she was open to being what she was meant to be. She was willing to become Ashley.
Ashley and I have a long way to go before she fully understands herself, and before she fully understands what her talents and lack thereof are. But sometimes the journey is just as important as the destination. And I just love to get my sissies started on their journey to self awareness!
So. Have you looked in the mirror today? And what, exactly, did you see? A cuckold? A cocksucker? Are you, like Ashley, a little sissy bitch? It’s an important question. Because no matter how much pain there is in knowing the truth, the result is always beautiful.
Cruel to be kind,
Empress Whitney
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