I was one of the six men Siren, the giantess, had to play with. She stood twelve feet tall and had otherworldly beauty. The hue of the sunset could be seen in her long, flowing hair, and her eyes shone like diamonds. She spoke in a captivating manner, and when she looked at me, I felt as though I was under her power. Sometimes I feel blessed that she decided to take me into her little sissy harem; other times it was frustrating, knowing that I had no choice in the matter. She decked us in gorgeous gowns, stockings, heels, and undergarments. I felt so pretty and beautiful when doing tasks around her house while dressed up, even though it embarrassed me. I never thought I would be working in this way while wearing women’s clothing. It was humiliating and emasculating. My skin felt nice against the soft, flowing fabric […]
