Miss Michelle

  There is a special, yet seriously pathetic intimacy, which a sissy can only ever experience with another sissy.

You can see written all over the shame-filled faces of any two pitiful sissies.

                        Only another sissy can understand the intense shame-filled arousal it derives from dressing up women’s clothes; the soft feminine friction as waxed legs sheathed in sheer, sexy stocking brush against each other; the tight embrace of a bra against its one-time pretensions to a manly chest; its feet forced into dainty steps by its extremely feminine stilettos.

To be with another sissy, similarly presented enhances the sissy’s immersion in its own emasculation.

It sees another failed man, similarly dressed, painted and perfumed.

Another sissy is the only thing or being with which it can engage on equal terms at the bottom of the barrel of social and sexual status.

As they rub their stockinged legs together; as they caress each other’s femininely clad bodies; as their painted lips meet and they smell each other’s sweet feminine scent, the sissy sees and feel itself in the other sissy.

That there is someone that understands the guilty, shame-filled pleasure it is experiencing; that there is someone else just as pathetic, weak and defeated as itself does not make it feel any better about itself, quite to the contrary.

But it elevates the intense humiliation and girlie tactile arousal to a whole new level.

The only thing that disturbs me about this is that the sissies are not in chastity, this can only end badly.

Sissies that achieve sexual climax and are able to spend their sissy juices are usually left in a situation where, their arousal and frustration relieved, they see themselves as the pitiful, emasculated, feminised faggots the rest of the world sees them as, without the delusional prism of arousal to filter that image through.

This causes these poor, defeated wretches into a familiar pattern of denial, for a short while they will deceive themselves that somehow they can be real men and that their sissy state is just an incidental diversion.

It is not, on the contrary, sissy is their natural state, and the sooner they surrender to that reality - that they can never me real men, nor even the real women they so crave to be - the sooner they will learn to accept and accommodate the pitiful sissy reality they will have to live with the rest of their lives.

Permanent, secure chastity will protect them from such delusions of masculinity and normality. As they together cross the threshold of the feminine boudoir provided by their Mistress, slid into the large oval bed with its pink satin sheets and perfumed pillows, roll together in their lamentable sissy state and bring each other to a fever pitch of shameful faggotous arousal, they will be acutely aware that their arousal can never be consummated by a climax.

It is a fitting metaphor for their miserable sissy existence. It is a metaphor for failure - failure to be the man or even the dream woman they so fantasize themselves to be.

The sooner they internalise it, the sooner they can come to live with it.

Bet baby lisa and baby scarlett would enjoy this..

Chapter 1: Premature

All my muscles were tightening, my heart was pounding, my breath was quickening, my cock was engorged, feeling the point of no return, and in a moment of ecstasy, spurt spurt. My white load was splashing on her black lacy panties and some on her thigh. “I’m sorry,” I said, catching my breath. “It’s okay sweetie,” my wife responded, clearly disappointed as she was taking off her now cum soaked panties and wiping off the cum from her thighs.

I was in the kitchen washing my cum off her panties in the sink while she was taking a shower. I was embarrassed that I shot my load even before I could even enter her. I thought I was getting better. Though it wasn’t as bad as other times. There were sometimes, usually when she was wearing new lingerie, or the time she was wearing this sexy schoolgirl outfit. Her hair was in pigtails, a tight shirt that accentuated her cleavage, a short plaid skirt that barely covered her panties, thigh highs, and heels. She was saying what a naughty girl she was and needs to be spanked. I was so turned on, I pulled her closer to me ready to pull her over my lap, lift her skirt up, expose her sexy ass in a thong, and spank her. I squeezed her ass as I was about to bring her over my lap when I spurted in my pants. I have had enough situations like those that most of my boxers have cum stains on them.

When I was able to last until I entered her it was never for very long. I would try to last, thinking about baseball and such, but the feeling was too great and I would inevitably find myself cumming way too early. There were times as I was entering her, the feeling of her wet pussy on my cock, I would start spurting before I fully entered. Every time I would continue hoping she wouldn’t notice or that maybe I can stay hard and get another orgasm, but within a couple of seconds it would start feeling like trying to push rope. It would be at least several hours before I was able to get hard again. Exhausted I would roll over and go to sleep.  

She quit going down on me a long time ago, not even a birthday blowjob. There were too many times that I would shoot my load on her face before she even had her lips around my dick. She was always pissed at me when that happened, and hated having cum on her face. We were using desensitizing creams, though the first time when she put it on, I shot my load all over her dress. I was lasting longer with the cream, though not by that much. She used to ask me if I would finish her off, I was always so exhausted, tired, and deflated I would say “I’m sorry, I am too tired.” She would always respond with “that’s okay,” and she would go take a shower. She would always take long showers after sex, and once we installed a shower head massager they were even longer. I never understood why she took such long showers after sex, what was she doing in there? I would always wake up a little when she came back to bed after her shower. She was always relaxed and happier.

She was having me go down on her before I even removed my clothes, and that seemed like it was going to be better. She instructed me what to do with my hands, and she would start getting into it. Moaning, “mmmm… That’s it… Yes…. Right there… keep going.” I would get so turned on, that I would thrust my hips a little bit against the bed without realizing it, and before I knew it and she was just starting to get into it, I would shoot my load in my pants. Followed by the familiar, “I’m sorry,” with “that’s okay sweetie.” While she would take a shower and I would fall asleep still in my cum soaked boxers.

This was not my first time having to wash my cum off her panties, but it had been a while. She used to wash them when she took a shower but thought since it was my cum I should wash them before it leaves a stain like the ones on my boxers.  

One day when I came home from work, my wife was already at home and she was sitting at the dining room table. On the table was a small pink plastic tube with a ring around it, “What is that?”

“I think we should talk,” she said. Those 5 words never lead to anywhere good. Have a seat.”

“What’s this about?” I asked nervously as I sat down.

“It’s about your problem in the bedroom.” I could feel my face turn red in embarrassment. “You have not lasted 5 minutes…”

“I have lasted longer than that.” I interrupted, trying to save some dignity.

“Please don’t interrupt me,” she said in a sweet and soft tone. “As I was saying, you have not lasted 5 minutes, and you have yet to make me cum. I would have thought in time you would have built some stamina, and we have tried lots of things too. That’s why I bought this,” she picked it up, seeing it closer the tube looked more like a small pink flaccid penis. “It’s called a chastity device, it prevents erections…”

“What the fuck?! There’s no fucking way I’m wearing that!”

“Please do not interrupt me,” this time her voice was a little sterner. “I have told you before. Wait until I finish please. As I was saying this prevents you from getting erections, and if your erections are delayed then you will last longer, and I will finally cum. I have been very patient with you, we have already tried several other things without any success. So, before you continue with your objections, I want you to first be able to answer this, when do I get to cum?”

I didn’t have an answer for her, I still needed to object. Wearing a small little pink prison around my cock. That is my manhood, and I couldn’t let it be imprisoned, but I also didn’t have an answer. “I don’t know, but there has to be something else we can try. I mean I have been lasting longer. I mean I know I am lasting almost ten minutes.” She let out an uncontrollable snort when I said that. I continued, “I mean I know there have been times when I still… um…” unable to say the word.

“Cum in your pants or cum on my panties,” she said, I couldn’t tell if she was trying to help me out or embarrass me.

“Um… yeah… I mean no… I mean I meant… to say… um… premature… you know. Anyway, I have been getting better and lasting longer and I really don’t think we need to do anything this drastic.”

“How about me make a deal? You say you can last almost 10 minutes. How about if you last at least 5 minutes, I will throw this away and we will never speak of it again, and if not then you will agree to wear this. I will even include foreplay in the time, do we have a deal.”

I was insulted and embarrassed of how small of a time, but also relieved because 5 minutes including foreplay will be easy, and I can put this behind me. “Deal.”

She brought the kitchen timer into the bedroom and set it to five minutes. The sound of the timer tick, tick, tick, tick, as my wife removed her dress revealing a sexy matching pink bra and panties. I could feel my cock spring up, I tried to slow my breathing, I only had to last 5 minutes, less than that now. Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick I was still fully clothed as she brought me closer to her, wrapping her arms around me and kissing me. I felt my cock press into her, I desperately wanted to grind my hips on her, but I was getting worried I wouldn’t make the 5 minutes. Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick. She undid my pants and they dropped around my ankles as she pulled me onto the bed. I know I needed to last 5 minutes, at this point, I could feel my cock throb. I pulled my boxers down as I slid her panties to the side. As I slid my cock into her. Tick, tick, tick, tick. I don’t remember how many thrusts I got, I felt my body tense and all I could hear was the sound of the kitchen timer ticking as I came. Tired and deflated, I accepted my fate. My wife locked me in the little pink chastity, letting me know that as soon as I can make it longer than 5 minutes, we will get rid of this thing. I was looking down at this new prison while my wife was in the shower. I couldn’t believe that my cock fit so well into something this small, I was always more of a grower than a shower. I rolled over to go to sleep when I heard the kitchen timer go off.

“What. Is. Your name?” He asked the new subject. She acted more a mindless zombie than a hypnotized slave.“ “I am a fuck doll. I am a fuck doll. I am fuck doll. I am a fuck doll. I am-” “Okay stop talking now.” She obeyed. The only thing she could say was the mantra from the brainwashing file. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He tilted up the subject’s head, trying to see how far her eyes were rolling back in her head while speaking to his idiot roommate.

“Jesus dude, how long did you let her listen to the Fuckdoll file?”

“Yeah I thought I put a limit on the looping.  I guess it’s been playing through her headphones all weekend.” 

mes Mommy and mes Nanny awe trawnwng mes to be the best swssy baby

below awe mes new trawnwing devwses

thank you to all of you

especwally to mes Nanny and Mommy

Ok training time for my baby scarlett. I would like to see baby for at least 3 days each week to take baby's bump up plug, insert it in baby's pussy. Then pump it up till baby's pussy feels nice and full. Then relax, laying in bed is fine, every 30 minute baby will give the pump another full pump. This is to continue for 3 hours, six full pumps. Remember lots of lube scarlett. The goal is to get that big plug IN baby's pussy within the next 45 days.

Next my baby will go on baby page and post a picture of babys new plugs. With a thank all babys followers as well as posting baby's new training instructions. As always thank baby's Mommy and Nanny...lol

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