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Mumbai Sissy Slut: How I Became Ria the City's Personal Cumrag

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Chapter 4: Priya Di’s Dominant Training

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4: Priya Di’s Dominant Training - Hey everyone, I’m Rohan (Ria), 24, from Mumbai. What began as a secret sissy fantasy turned into a total life-ruining addiction. This is my true story, chapter by chapter, of how I went from a closeted boy to a broken, leaking public-use sissy slut — used by my best friend, society uncles, strangers, and more. Each chapter gets darker, filthier, and more degrading. Expect heavy humiliation, creampies, gangbangs, public risk & raw Mumbai sleaze. Posting one chapter every few days.

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The Grindr night with Rahul, Aman, and Vikas left me completely ruined. I spent the entire weekend leaking their young cum, my hole sore and stretched. Arjun used me twice on Saturday, the society uncles called me for a quick session on Sunday afternoon, but my mind kept drifting to the Telegram group where I had first connected with Priya Di. She was different — a 29-year-old tall, confident trans woman from Bandra who worked in fashion. Her messages were commanding, leaving no room for hesitation.

“Come to my flat tomorrow night at 9 PM sharp, Ria. Dress like the cheap sissy whore you are. If you’re even one minute late, you will be punished. Bring your makeup kit.” That was the final message. My clitty twitched in its cage as I read it again and again.

Monday evening, I prepared with extra care. I shaved every inch of my body until I was baby-smooth. I chose a slutty red mini dress that hugged my slim frame, black lace lingerie underneath — push-up bra, garter belt, sheer stockings with seams running up the back, and a crotchless thong. Heavy makeup: thick eyeliner, long false lashes, bright red cock-sucking lips, and my favorite long wavy wig. I slipped on matching red heels and took a cab to Bandra.

Priya Di’s flat was on the 12th floor of a sleek high-rise overlooking the sea link. I knocked exactly at 9. The door opened, and there she stood — 5’10”, curvaceous, long black hair, sharp features, wearing a tight black satin robe that barely contained her breasts and clearly showed the bulge beneath.

“On your knees the moment you enter, bitch,” she said coldly, her voice smooth but authoritative.

I dropped immediately in the doorway. She closed the door and locked it. “Good girl. Crawl to the living room.”

I crawled on all fours behind her, heels clicking, ass swaying. The flat smelled of expensive perfume and incense. Priya sat on a luxurious leather couch like a queen and opened her robe. Her thick 7-inch cock stood proud, already half-hard, perfectly smooth and circumcised.

“Worship it, Ria. Show me you deserve to be my sissy.”

I leaned in reverently. For the first ten minutes I kissed and licked every inch — from her heavy balls to the throbbing head. I took her into my mouth slowly, sucking with devotion while looking up at her. Priya grabbed my wig and pushed deeper. “Deeper, slut. I want to feel your throat.”

She face-fucked me for the next fifteen minutes with controlled power. Long, steady thrusts that made me gag wetly. Drool poured down my chin onto my red dress. “Look at those tears ruining your pretty makeup. Pathetic. This is what you are — a hole for superior cocks.” She slapped my cheeks lightly with her wet shaft between thrusts, smearing lipstick everywhere.

At the twenty-five-minute mark, her friend Neha arrived. Neha was 31, slightly shorter but more sadistic, with sharper eyes and a thicker 7.5-inch cock. “This is the new toy?” Neha smirked. “Strip her.”

They made me stand and slowly remove my dress, revealing the full lingerie. Both trans women stroked themselves while inspecting me. Priya pushed me onto the couch on all fours.

“Time to train that pussy properly.”

 
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