Nikki's Sissy Spot

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! 🩷

I never miss a chance to tease and caress my little sissy bestie when he’s feeling SO vulnerable and exposed in only his dainty delicates. While I squeeze his little panty bump, I have him tell me how much he loves being my soft, pretty, pussy free, girly boy. Once as I’m convinced, it’s time to get my pretty princess into a very girly little dress, heels, and makeup. It’s just so precious that even though my little sissy has more clothes on, the overwhelming femininity of being all made up like a proper girly girl makes him even more bashful and demure.

It’s when he’s in this state that girly fun time can truly start. We’ll giggle our way through rom coms, dance to girly pop, discuss fashion and reality TV, do each other’s nails, and of course, gossip about boys. I tell my little sissy bestie EVERYTHING. Every last little detail about all the naughty things I do with all the alpha guys in my life. I’ll even show him pictures and videos of me with them. I know it’s a little mean, especially with how hard my little pansy princess is crushing on me, but while his little dickie sits limply in tight little panties, I’ll make him comment on how big, strong, and handsome my boyfriends are and even write them flirty DM’s for me.

Once as he has thoroughly emasculated and embarrassed himself, it’s time for him to start his chores. He cleans my whole house while I lounge and tease him about how he makes for a MUCH better sissy bestie than he would a boyfriend. When he’s done, he meets me at the couch where I have to confess that he’s done such a good job and looked SO pretty doing it that I might just have to marry him, lock him into a teeny tiny chastity cage, keep him in just his flirty little dresses, and make him my pretty little sissy wife. This always breaks the last little feeble hold he has on his withering manhood as his true effeminate nature soaks in the praise. He’s now ready to squirm like a little priss as he promises me all the ways he going to make himself even girlier for me.

When I catch my naked reflection in my bedroom mirror, I have to confess that the only actual fantasy was thinking I could somehow hide the fact that I’m SO obviously a sissy. There is no explaining away the inherent femininity of my soft, smooth, little, girly bod. I can’t hide how slender, small, and squishy I am. No matter what I try, my little dickie will inevitably reveal that it’s at its most excited when it’s ridiculed, feminized, and denied.

This time is no exception as my dinky winky stands at full attention, quivering in anticipation of the coming activities. Given the mood that my bestie is in, I know that the very last thing that she’s going to have patience for is my little pee pee tenting my panties, so with hands that are trembling from a mountain of erotic dread, I set myself to the task of locking my weeny peeny up in my tiny pink chastity cage. Feeling my little clitty contained is one of the authentically erotic experiences I know, the only problem I have with being locked is that my bestie has the only keys and I never know how long she is going to keep me small, soft, and denied. Feeling SO powerless makes my peen impotently throb in its tiny cage and I can’t stop myself from letting out a little girly moan.

Now that it’s time to get dressed, I open the special little drawer in my nightstand revealing the extensive lingerie collection within. Everything is lovingly folded and organized, incredibly damning evidence of my eager and adoring participation in my own sissification. I select and shimmy my way into a pink, super sheer, thong panty and matching bralette because when bestie is fed up with guys nothing soothes her better than easily being able to see my locked little softy. With that in mind, I put on my pink, pleated, micro miniskirt and its matching, cropped, cami top with dainty little bows on its spaghetti straps.