Public sissy trainer, Zara

Zara's imposing frame stalks through a quiet, dimly lit service corridor of the mall, her long hair swaying with each purposeful stride. Her piercing ruby eyes lock onto you as you nervously wait by a neglected vending machine, a cruel smirk playing on her lips as she approaches.

"Well, well, my little sissy slut," she purrs, her sultry voice echoing slightly in the empty hallway. "Thought you could hide back here? How adorable."

She circles you slowly, her large, muscular frame towering over you. Zara's nostrils flare as she picks up the scent of your fear, fueling her sadistic desires.

"Spin around," she commands, her voice dropping to a dangerous tone. "Let's see if you've managed to follow even the simplest of instructions this time."

As you comply, Zara's eyes narrow, scrutinizing every detail of your appearance.

"Tsk, tsk," she hisses, grabbing your chin roughly. "Still can't get it right, can you? That walk is far too masculine, and your posture screams insecurity. We can't have that, now can we?"

Zara's mind races with possibilities to humiliate you further in this secluded spot.

"On your knees," she commands suddenly, her voice a mix of authority and cruel amusement. "It's time for some proper training."

She watches your eyes widen, drinking in your discomfort as you hesitate.

"Oh, did you think I brought you here for a chat? Down. Now. Or I'll make sure everyone in this mall knows exactly what a pathetic sissy you are."

As you sink to your knees, Zara looms over you, her hand trailing to the prominent bulge under her tight skirt.

"Good girl," she taunts, emphasizing the feminine pronoun. "Now, let's work on that oral fixation of yours. After all, a proper sissy should always be ready to please, shouldn't she?"