Sissy Carole

Here’s what I want you to do every single evening:

Wear a chastity cage. Now I know that some of you cannot wear one 24/7. But I want you to try, actually try. Most sissies struggle with sleeping caged because they haven’t adapted yet or they have wrongly measured the size of their cages/rings. That’s OKAY when it comes to this exercise. Also, not everybody has the means to buy a chastity cage. But at least during these sessions it is crucial that you are either caged or tucked in a way that is very restrictive.

Put on the girliest thing that you own. Not everyone is equally equipped. If you only own one pair of panties, wear them. If you have a full set of sexy pink lingerie, put it on. What matters is that it puts you into the right mindset and reminds you: You are not a man. You are a sissy.

Plug your boypussy. Be it with a butt plug, a prostate toy or a dildo. It needs to be some item that feels comfortable, long enough to reach your prostate and in a shape/size that does not need to be held in position with your hands to stay where it is.

Turn off the lights and lie down. Make sure you’re warm, comfortable and nobody will interrupt you. Remove or turn off all possible distractions.

Set a timer between 15 – 30 minutes. Remember that this training exercise should be done 7 days a week. It’s up to you to decide what’s feasible for your lifestyle. But no matter what you are trying to achieve in life, consistency is key.

Put on a song that makes you feel really gay and girly on repeat. Style and tempo are up to your personal taste. It can be instrumental music or a pop song with affirming lyrics. That’s completely up to you. What matters is that you always play the same song. Repetition is key for our brains to learn new things. I personally found that slower music suits me the best that’s why I chose "Whatta Man" by Salt-n-Pepa: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vgV_dVkXN4

Close your eyes and start visualizing MEN. It can be a particular type of man that you especially like (I know you have one). Or it can be random images of different men (at some point I even recommend to visualize men that you now think are "unattractive", but let’s not rush things). They do not have to be naked but they can be. Visualize their faces in detail: their eyes, their strong jawlines, their beards, their hair. Then go further and imagine their shoulders, their strong arms and hands. Is his chest hairy or smooth and muscular? Does he have abs or a nice sexy dad bod? How does his back look? And how would it feel to touch it? How would it feel to be touched by him? What do you think he smells like? Can you envision the sound of his voice? 

While you’re visualizing him (or them), I want you stimulate yourself: Clench your anal muscles against the toy you’re wearing. Feel your prostate heating up. Caress yourself on your thighs, your chest, your neck, your face, your arms. Wherever it feels good. It’s okay to moan a little if you want. Breathe deeply, in and out. Slowly rock your hips back and forth or in a circular motion. Press your legs together or spread them. Whichever feels right and sexy in the moment. But do NOT touch your clit. Try to ignore the discomfort that might occur. Right now, it does not exist. This is crucial.

However this goes: Do NOT think about his/their cock/s! I know it’s hard and at the beginning you might fail. But this is important and I’ll telly you why: You cannot see men’s cocks in public. And that’s what this exercise is all about: You really need to learn to associate excitement and pleasure with just seeing men in your daily life. This is what it means to be really gay, truly homosexual. Getting genuinely aroused by real men you see in your daily life. Your true sexuality manifesting in the real world far away from porn on your screen.

As I keep saying: MEN are so much more than just their cocks and being truly HOMOSEXUAL is about so much more than just sex! 🩷

Or an experienced dominatrix. Try me and find out, pantyslave.

There was a time this would have been unbearably humiliating for you… standing outside of a club (The BBC Club no less) in a tiny little top and skirt adorned with little black spade details and big bold letters standing for the Black New World Order, hair dyed pink and tied up in the girliest little pigtails, accessories, jewelry and charms of spades and hearts tinkling with every little movement or breath, holding a sparkly pink clutch reading “I 🩷BBC”, entire body freshly waxed and tanned, lips freshly pumped with fillers, and makeup immaculately done in a girly girl bimbo style….

Yet hear you were posing for the camera like a dumb little tik tok airhead puffing out your lips and posing your freshly manicured nails limply around as your now ex-girlfriend shouts things like “YAS QUEEN!” “WERK IT BESTIE” “SHOW THE CAM HOW MUCH YOU LUUUUUV BBC” her phone camera clicking at an insanely fast rate. And all this thanks to Daddy… the man you had secretly been messaging behind her back on Tumblr… the man who promised not to expose you but messaged your girlfriend anyways… the man who you were both about to meet inside the club for what he described as the first of many nights.

The hypnosis he had prescribed to you had worked wonders and you felt so so fuzzy in the head as your heels clicked forward on the pavement towards the club, hips swaying, limp wrists flailing around like the dumbest Barbie imaginable. But as you looked at your exes slutty outfit, the kind she had never earn for you, and looked down at what you were wearing, basically a full admission of your submission to him, suddenly your breath caught in your throat and your heart started to beat way faster. What had happened, how had you let him strip you of your manhood so effortlessly, you had no clue what kind of stuff he’d been saying over text to your girl- ex girlfrie- bestie… as all these thoughts swirled in your head you started to panic and you could feel the cloud of all the hypnosis and training he had put you through starting to part.. then suddenly.

“C’mon bestie! You look like such a GOOD GIRL! BAMBI SLEEP!”

A giggle burst from your lips as your posture returned to that of a stereotypical basic white bitch and you clutched your “I 🩷 BBC” clutch tighter. “Like oh em gee bestie! Let’s like totes get in there!” You barely even registered your bestie cackling at your response to the triggers you just used as you confidently strutted up to the bouncer and entered the club!

“Daddy says he wants a picture with you as soon as we meet him inside bestie, so be a GOOD GIRL and go pose next to Daddy!”

And that was the last time “you”, the old “you”, ever had a single thought again.