The Klassy Kat

If you are a silly little pansy, or a pathetic sissy boy then I am the Mistress to ruin you!  I find it to be my duty to let the whole world know just what you are.  I will out you and humiliate you in every way imaginable.  You can’t really blame me can you?  I mean if you not so pathetic you wouldn’t deserve such a thing would you?

Here is what I did to one of my sissy’s today…

I posted on Craigs list the below email and pictures of him.

My Latest Confession

Miss Leanne has ordered me to confess once again to my most recent humiliation. I called Her while I was wearing my pink floral print one piece ladies swimsuit and white high heel pumps and pink lipgloss. Before calling, I had IM’d Her to ask if we could chat and if I could poop into my swimsuit in front of Her in order to continue to totally humiliate myself in Her presence, as I deserve. After about a half hour of chatting, She asked me if I’d pooped myself yet and I told Her that I had not as I was worried about the time and the fact that my wife could be home soon from running errands.

Miss Leanne ordered me to poop myself regardless of my concerns as She stated that to make Her happy, I was going to have to do that which I’d said I was going to do when the call was set up. I stood in the middle of the room and strained and pushed a large log of poop into my suit followed by two smaller logs. Together, a large lump of my feces hung down from my suit as I looked at myself in the mirror. Then, Miss Leanne ordered me to prance around in my high heels with my lump hanging down and flopping against my fanny. I was ashamed , but did as I was ordered. She said that She wished everyone could see my lump of shame at the rear of my once-pretty swimsuit.

Then, I asked Miss Leanne if I could clean myself up before my wife arrived. She said : “No, now You will sit in your shit and squish it all over your fanny.” I started to cry and She merely laughed at me and repeated Her order. I sat in my poop and felt it press into my suit and my fanny and even up against my little dingle balls.

Now, even more worried about the time, I begged and pleaded to be allowed to clean up and Miss Leanne insisted that I remain seated and think about what I had done and “enjoy” the smell and the feeling of being a Poo Poo Pansy. She called me a “shitty sissy” and she said that I should stay that way long enough to display to my wife my brown-stained floral swimsuit bottom. She laughed at how my poop had filled my fanny crack and crept up to the base of my little penis and was covering my silly sissy balls. I kept begging and pleading to be released from the call to clean up and I started to cry. That was a mistake as Miss Leanne simply laughed more and more and called me a “wimpy wussy” and said that I should keep sitting in my messy shame and “be proud of your poop package”.

Finally, Miss Leanne had mercy on me and allowed me to end the call and clean up. However, I had to promise to Her to write this confession and send it to Her. I asked what She was going to do with it and She said that She knew exactly what She was going to do with it, but She was not about to tell me until I had obeyed Her and sent it to Her.

Of course, here it is… Now I await my fate…

I am Miss Leanne’s Poo Poo Pansy.

Michael Michelle

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