Sunny Appleby sat in a leather armchair and looked into his compact mirror, carefully inspecting his face to see if he had made any mistakes. Were there any smudges on the corners of his lips? Did he go too heavy on the eyeshadow? Too much blush? He smiled, satisfied, and snapped the handheld mirror shut. Sunny had gotten to the point where he could do his makeup in his sleep, but there was no such thing as being too careful; after all, he had appearances to keep.

“Well?” he said, looking up at his guest and grinning. “Pay up.” He extended his hand, motioning with his fingers. As she rummaged through her bag to find her wallet, he rolled his eyes. “Don’t waste time, Cunt.”

Lena blushed as Sunny spoke to her like that. After all, he was the one who ignored her for a full five minutes as he applied his makeup, and now he was telling her not to waste time-and calling her Cunt as though it was her actual name. Still, this was what she came for; the raccoon opened her wallet, pulling out five bills and handing them to the sissy dom.

“One, two, three, four, five hundred,” Sunny counted out, as though savoring the amount of money Lena was willing to blow on him. “Gawd, you’re just hungry for it, aren’t you, bitch?” He opened up his own bag (pink, of course) and put the money inside, before turning his attention fully to the raccoon in front of him.

“You know what it says on my website, don’t you, Cunt?”

Lena flinched as she was called that again, but answered. “It said that you take women for the right price, sir.”

“That’s right,” Sunny said, delighting in being called “sir” despite looking more like a “miss”. “You know what else it says?”

“No, sir. What else does it say?”

Sunny smiled. “It says I only take chicks when they’re tens.” The Shinx crossed his feet on the footrest, relaxing in his seat. “Do you think you’re a ten, Cunt?”

Lena opened her mouth and left it that way for a few seconds, deciding what to say. “...no?”

“Then what the fuck are you doing here?” came the caustic reply. This was all agreed upon beforehand, but it didn’t make it sting any less for Lena. Of course, it didn’t make her pussy any less wet when she heard it, either.

“I mean…” The raccoon faltered for a second. “Yes. I think I’m a ten, sir.” She tried her best to sound confident, only for the wicked little sissy to deflate her like a balloon.

“No, you’re fucking not,” Sunny sneered. “Do you think tens pay $500 to kiss a sissy’s feet? Do you think tens pay that sort of money to get called an ugly cow? Do you think tens would send ten thousand word emails begging to lick my asshole?”

Lena felt like she was being bullied in school again. “No, sir.”

“That’s what I thought. Strip down, and we’ll see how many drinks I need to think you’re fuckable.”

As Lena began to take off her grey hoodie and jeans, Sunny flipped his skirt enough so she could see that he wasn’t wearing any panties underneath. She got a good long look at his thick, hardening dick and hefty, golden-furred balls as she stripped down, a look that didn’t evade Sunny’s notice.

“Not in a million fucking years, Cunt,” he said. “If you’re really good, I’ll piss down your throat as a treat, but that’s it.” A needy little whine came from underneath Lena’s breath, but she finally kicked her clothes to the side and stood naked in front of the Shinx.

“Aaaaaawww,” Sunny said, mockingly drawing the syllable out. “You didn’t tell me you were pregnant! When’s the baby shower?” Lena blushed hot red at that; she did tell him that her weight was fair game to abuse her for, but she was only a little chubby! Right? On second thought, maybe she didn’t want the answer to that.

“Get me a drink before we start,” Sunny said, the sissy boy giving orders like a cocky alpha male. “Try not to empty out the cookie jar while you’re in there.” As Lena turned into the kitchen to fetch Sunny a drink, she bit her lip to keep the tears back. She had done this sort of thing before, sure, but her past doms didn’t seize on her insecurities as gleefully as Sunny had. It was like if Jessica Whittaker from high school had a nine inch cock. Still, she fetched a glass bottle of some artisan soda or another and brought it back into Sunny’s living room.

The Shinx snatched it from her hands without so much as acknowledging her presence, let alone saying “thank you”. He cracked it open, took a swig, and looked at the raccoon with that nasty lipstick sneer. “Lay down, Cunt. Face up.” Lena nodded, sitting on the floor facing away from Sunny before lying down, her head right by Sunny’s feet.

And soon, those feet were right on Lena’s face. Sunny’s feet, surprisingly large for someone so girly and cute, were covered in plush fur, their nails painted a sky blue. Not that she could see much of the nails when his feet were planted right on her face, cutting off her vision and burying her nose right in the middle of his soles.

“You know,” Sunny said, conversationally, as though he wasn’t smothering Lena’s face underneath his feet, “I like to play a game with my subs. I have them deepthroat me, and I test and see if they can make it for ten seconds without coughing up on my dick.” He began to move his feet back and forth, roughly massaging Lena’s face with his soles and toes. “Of course, cunts like you aren’t good enough for my cock. So I make them deepthroat my feet instead.”

Lena responded only with a muffled “mmmf”, and Sunny tilted his head. “Huh? Not into that, are ya?” In fact, Lena didn’t mind the idea, but she was getting a little too lost under the sissy’s soles to do much else. 

The Shinx laid back in his chair, getting nice and comfortable and angling his feet. His heels were placed right over each of Lena’s eyes, his soles covered her nose, and his toes were planted right on top of the raccoon’s lips. He rested there, and smiled. “Well? I’m waiting.”

Lena opened her mouth to breathe, but just got a mouthful of neatly manicured toes instead. “Mmmmf!” She stuck her tongue out, running it along the underside of those toes before wetly suckling. This was because she liked his feet, of course, but it was also because, well…

“Hmmmm?” The Shinx tilted his head as Lena raised a hand and tapped it hard on his ankle, letting him know that she needed air. When those feet stayed where they were, she tapped, this time a little harder. As Sunny continued to ignore her, Lena gave a growl of frustration, reaching both hands up to try and pry at least one of his feet off of her face.

“HEY!” Sunny barked. Lena got her wish when those feet came off of her face, but the raccoon wasn’t particularly comforted by that when she saw the sissy Shinx glaring down at her. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he snarled.

“I-I don’t know, sir, I was-”

“You were defying me, is what you were doing.” Sunny grinned, showing his white, pointed teeth. “Say you’re sorry.”

“I’m sorry, sir,” Lena said automatically, before yelping out. Sunny snorted and cleared his throat, pursing those painted lips and spitting a fat, sticky wad of saliva onto her face. She cringed as she felt the warmth soak into her fur, and Sunny repeated himself. 

“Say you’re sorry. Like you mean it.”

Lena whimpered, her shoulders tensed and her ears flat. “I’m sorry, sir! I didn’t mean it!”

“Who controls you, Cunt?”

“Y-you do, sir!”

“Louder.” Lena could have sworn she saw electricity spark from his teeth.

“You do! Master Sunny, sir!”

The Shinx laughed and patted the side of her face with his foot.

“Good bitch.”