Not everything has to be hard, relentless, intense fucking. Part of the appeal of being a sissy is the feminine side how you're treated. Of course, being fucked like a girl and having your boi-cunt or mouth filled with a huge, hard, ramming cock is part of the appeal as well, being treated with sweetness and calm definitely holds its own place in a sissy's mind.
I guess, maybe, there's a difference between being a sissy and a, I don't know what to call it, maybe a fuckdoll? A fuckdoll seems more appropriate to the constant thrusting into you as you're bent over and moaning unintelligible grunts and your limp clitty is bouncing around violently with every thud of his hips into your ass cheeks. A sissy wants more than just sex, a sissy wants to be a girl and treated like one. A sissy wants to dress up and feel pretty.

A sissy, generally, wants to be fucked by a man but also finds room in their sexual appetite to please and be pleased by women. A woman might want to dominate a sissy various reasons, although typically its a power dynamic and humiliation is the main reason. A sissy, however, may simply enjoy the soft touch of a woman and, through that touch and closeness feel closer to being more feminine than they can find with a man.
Where a man would most likely pay little attention to a sissy's clitty, or limp penis, because he's more focused on pounding their boi pussy, or asshole, and ejaculating inside of them, a woman might have a different approach. For one, she may be curious of the penis as she generally doesn't have access to one except when its interested in fucking her, leaving her little time to explore and toy with it. A woman, during her attempt at teasing the sissy and/or giving them a sensual experience that another man would find it hard to provide, may fondle the sissy's clitty and bring them to a heightened state of arousal. An experience that might look something like the following:

I'm asked to strip as soon as I enter the room, barely having a moment to look at my surroundings. The woman lacks any kind of flair or extraordinary glam with her attire. She's got on an oversized, cream colored sweater dress that falls just above her knees and is cinched around her waist with a brown belt and black leggings to her ankles. On her feet are a pair of open-toed sandals. Her hair is wrapped up in a messy bun and flaring out in contained wildness this way and that. I could have easily confused her for a secretary or barista than for a sensual dominatrix.
The room isn't what I expected after having to sit in a waiting room reminiscent of a doctor's office. It's very comfortable looking, with a large bed covered in fluffy blankets and puffy pillows. There are candles in the corner with a soft, generic floral smell and a gentle hum of music coming from the Bluetooth speaker on the side table, which sits among the various oils and lotions.

After stripping most of my layers and watching the woman not drop any of hers I start to feel nervous, finally standing in only my boxers and hesitating with a shifty awkwardness.

"The boxers too," she says in a kind way, as if she were directing a child.

I nod and shyly push them down my legs and drop them to the floor. Resisting the urge to cover my nervous, yet semi-firm penis, I hold my hands at my side and press my fingertips to my thighs waiting my next direction.

"Would you like the music on, or off?" She asks.
Typically I would be too nervous to say anything disagreeable, but the hum of the music is making me feel strange, as if I'm still in the waiting room so I ask for it to be turned off, which she does immediately.

"Okay then," she smiles towards me then climbs onto the bed and gives it a pat next to her, "come. Join me."
I walk over to her and stand awkwardly still, unsure how this is supposed to go. She patted the bed but I'm not sure if I should just sit or wait for direction. Chuckling to show my nervousness in hopes she directs me.

"Come," she pats the bed again. I nod and sit. My already small penis, having shrunk from my shyness to barely a nub, looks as if its disappeared between my legs as I sit.
"Now, lay your head here," she pats the bed further up from where I'm sitting, "and then draw your legs up over me."

I nod and comply. As I lay I begin to feel extremely exposed. My bare behind is open to the air while my head is blocked from viewing anything going on. I'm now only reliant on sound and touch to experience what's happening, which I figure is probably by design as your eyes can anticipate a feeling, while the feeling's nature can be subdued because of it. A touch without warning can be felt much deeper.

Her hands cup the bend in my knee and pull me snugly in her lap with the bend of my waist pressed into her hip closest to me and my hip resting on her left thigh, giving her complete access to my bottom cheeks, my anus and my penis.

"Close your eyes. Keep them closed. If you fall asleep I'll continue until your time is up or until you finish, in which I'll discreetly excuse myself until you wake or your time has run out."

I nod an acknowledgement with a grunt and listen to her as she begins to work. The slight clattering of the oil and lotion bottles is all I can hear, aside from the breathing in my head. I'm not sure if its completely audible or just loud in my own head so I try to slow it down, but continue to lose track as I listen to her squirt the bottles.
The first touch causes me to jump, the lotions feeling cold against my skin. She begins by running her hands, and the lotion, along my hip and down my thigh. Her strokes are firm and swift. The hand begins at my hip and runs smoothly down my thigh, then back up against. After a few repeated motions she curls her hand along my hamstring and up over my buttocks. The sensation causes me to tense but that doesn't deter her from the repeated action.
When the lotion is rubbed into my hip, thigh and buttocks she continues across to the other side and ensures both legs are taken care of to the same degree, less my other hip and thigh that is pressed into her and beneath me. I try to relax myself and let the woman's hand caressing my body do it's work, but the next swipe of her hand runs a far depth between my legs and cheeks that I jerk forward into her. I grow embarrassed as I feel my penis jut out and press into her soft sweater dress.
I mumble an apology and she cuts it off with a soft shushing a mother would give a whimpering baby. Each shush drawn out long and quieting the further it extended from her lips. She synced the shushes with the stroke of her fingers running between my cheeks. I couldn't help but shiver uncontrollably from the combined sensation of touch and sound.

Numerous strokes of my anus cause my heart to start beating faster and my penis to grow more stiff. I can feel it poking into her, almost fully erect now as her fingers begin to probe at my tightness, but not enter me. Soft moans escape my lips and with each moan she extends a gentle hum in acknowledgement and a short, soft shush to quell my sounds. No matter what she does I resort to them again as I cannot contain myself or control any part of me it seems.

Her hands move from my anus and her palm presses into my hip, pushing me away from her and exposing my stiff penis to the air. She continues leaning me until I'm laying on my back and my penis is before her. I feel my face flush red as I lie there exposed to a strange woman, whether I knew I was going to be or not.
A cold liquid is squirted onto my penis, testicles and waist followed quickly by her hands gently wrapping around my shaft and slowly stroking upwards. The grip of her hands is not firm, and the movement is swift. After a number of strokes she turns her attention to my testicles and palms them, kneading them up into my body and stretching her fingers out to caress the stretch between testicles and anus. The remainder of the liquid is coated into my waist and then attention ending back on my penis, ensure its well slicked.

"Now, just relax and do not resist," she speaks softly to me. I nod in return, not sure if she's seeing it or not though.

Her hands grab the bend of my knee and pull them both upwards across her lap and to my midsection, jutting my buttocks out into the open air. She then runs her oiled hands up and down the back of my thigh, then between them slicking them up like my waist. Reaching between my thighs, I raise them slightly as her hand penetrates them, she handles my penis and pulls it down between them, exposing myself completely from anus to penis. My legs close and a tightness is felt as my penis stretches downward between my legs, but the lotions and oils loosen the skin enough where there is no pain aside from that tightness. Now she begins to stroke my penis and invade me.

Her right hand reaches down and continually strokes my penis with her fingers. The pattern is random as she runs a single finger along the base of my penis, followed by her index and middle finger stroking along the sides and pinching ever-so-gently to cause the slightest bit of pressure. She follows that movement up with her ring finger and pinky side by side and gliding over the length, from testicles to tip.
I may have been able to contain myself, although it would have needed every ounce of control in my body as I gritted my teeth and shut my eyes as tight as I could, however her left hand sent me over the edge. At first she let her right hand do the work, building me into a tizzy of sensual touch and tease. Each stroke barely there and wanting more, followed by another lesser touch and again one more firm. My heart was racing and then I pushed a deep groan from my lips followed by uncontrollable whimpering. Her left hand had drifted down between my buttocks and pressed against my anus, two oiled fingers sliding inside of me with such ease I didn't know what to think. She pushed her fingers in deep, all the way to the knuckles of her hand, then pulled back and pushed them back in again. The motion repeated again and again without pause. She continuously fucked my slicked up hole, penetrating me with ease as my head swooned and my moans grew louder.

As my sounds became more uncontrollable her voice hummed and shushed. The fingers on her right hand concentrated on the tip of my penis, caressing it again and again in a pulling motion but letting them slick right off of it. The tease to frenulum overwhelming and I start to rock my head back and forth on the bed. My mind unable to take it as the smell, sounds and touch are overwhelming me. Her soft shushing, "shh, shh, shh," repeated as I bite my lip. I want release. I want to fuck something. I want to be fucked and to cum. This is blissfully torturous. I want it to stop, yet never want it to end. She continues sliding her fingers into my anus and running her fingers slickly along my erection.

I slowly am able to gather my bearings and control myself. My whimpering slows to a stop. My hips relax. I jaw is unclenched. My breathing, although still heavy, is steady.

"There, there. Good boy," she says softly as her fingers continue to move in the same motion, in and out of my anus and along my penis.
"We're just about done now. Just relax and feel it."

The thought of it ending now filling me with dread. I'd gladly pay for more time, or for this to last for eternity. I don't want it to stop. I'm drunk on the calmness of her voice and deftness of her touch. She has a spell over me and I willingly submit to it.

My heart wrenches when it stops. Her hands both pulling from my body and slipping out from underneath me. I'm full of anguish and I want it back, but all I hear is her footsteps and the door closing. I lie on the bed, curled up. I almost feel like crying. A deep breath stutters in my chest and I'm thankful it didn't turn into tears as I think I would have ended up bawling uncontrollably.
I feel shameful as I put my clothes on. I feel slightly violated, as if those moans were pulled from me against my will. If I saw her again I could never look her in the eyes as she learned something so intimate about me through those touches that I could never hide the shame of how much I wanted to live in that moment for the rest of my life.
I walked out of the building and got in my car, unsure where to go but not wanting to go home. I drove around aimlessly until a pull inside me made me stop. I couldn't resist and I called back, scheduled another appointment for the same treatment, time extended. I asked if the same girl was available and she was. A sound caught in my throat as I tried to request her again but the words caught up with one another and I had asked, "could I be having her again?"

Now all I could do was wait. The appointment was three days away and everything seemed an obstacle until that date and time. No food tasted good and nothing could hold my interest. All I could do was wait and think about her and her touch. Masturbation found no solace as I would bring myself close to ejaculation but stopped myself. I told myself she wouldn't allow it. Its against the rules. I resisted and did not ejaculate for three days, the longest period I could remember in a long time. All I could do was wait. The only thing that mattered was her touch.