Christiane sat on her couch in Bad Reichenhall, her laptop balanced on her knees, her fingers trembling over the keyboard. On the screen: Hamster. Her latest video—her on her knees, a dildo deep in her mouth, her eyes wet with lust—had over 5,000 views. And now, among the comments like "Fuck, she’s good!" and "More, please!", there was a private message.

@MunichBull: "Your mouth looks like it deserves my cock. Munich. Tomorrow. 8 PM. Hotel Bayerischer Hof. Room 412. Come—or stay the sissy who only dreams."

She took a sharp breath in. No "Hello", no "How are you?". Just a command. And the worst part? She was already wet.

The next evening, she stood in front of the mirror, changing outfits twice. First, the black dress—too boring. Then, the leopard print—too flashy. Finally, she settled on a tight red dress that hugged her curves, black stockings, and high heels. "He wants a sissy, not a lady," she thought, and peeled off the stockings. Barefoot. Bare legs, just the dress, and red lipstick.

She hesitated as she stared at the door to Room 412. No knocking. No second-guessing. She was here to serve.

The door swung open before she could knock. Markus. Tall, shaven, in a dark suit, his hands in his pockets. His gaze slid over her like she was a piece of meat on display.

"You’re on time. Good." His voice was deep, calm, unyielding. "Kneel. Now."

She obeyed, without hesitation. Knees on the carpet, hands on her thighs. Her heart pounded.

"You have a pretty mouth. Show it to me."

She parted her lips, her tongue slightly out. He leaned down, grabbed her chin, and pressed his thumb between her lips.

"Suck."

She did, as he pulled her hair and tilted her head back.

"Good. Now stand up. I want to see you undress."

She stood, her fingers trembling at the zipper of her dress. Slowly. Deliberately slowly. He watched her, his eyes dark with lust.

"Faster. I don’t have all night."

She ripped the dress open, let it fall to the floor. Naked, save for the red lipstick and high heels. He nodded approvingly.

"Turn around. Bend over. Show me your pussy."

She obeyed, hands on her knees, her ass in the air. His fingers traced her slit, then a sharp slap.

"Wet. Good. Now, on your knees. I want to feel your mouth."

His cock was hard as he held it in front of her face. Thick. Long. Shaven. Just how she loved it.

"No hands. Just your mouth."

She opened her lips, took him deep into her throat. No gagging. No hesitation. She knew what she was doing.

"Deeper. You can take more."

She pushed further, until her nose touched his balls. Tears in her eyes, but she didn’t pull away.

"Good. Stay there. Until I come."

Suddenly, she heard a click. His phone. He was filming her.

"I thought you’d want the world to see what a good sissy you are."

She moaned around his cock, her eyes wide. Should she protest? No. She wanted it.

"Yes… please… film me…"

He smiled. "Good sissy."

When he came, she swallowed every drop, her hand around his shaft, the other squeezing her own breasts. Then, he let her go, tucked his phone away.

"Good job. But this was just the beginning. Tomorrow. Same time. And this time, bring a collar."

He walked to the door, opened it. Without looking back.

"And Christiane?"

"Yes?", she whispered, still on her knees.

"Put some clothes on before you leave the hotel."

Back in Bad Reichenhall, on the train, phone in hand, she opened Hamster. And there it was: A new video. "MunichBull & His New Sissy" – 12,000 views in one hour.

She smiled. This was only the beginning.