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I’ve been in chastity for a looooong time. The very first thing i did when i turned 18 is take a buss to a crowded city, and bought a chastity cage CB-6000 in there. I remember that, i got so nervous.  If you are looking for the perfect chastity cage for you, feel free to folow my advise, it will save you allot of cash. 1) Don’t buy a device that can pinch your skin.

2) Don’t buy cheap plastic devices or flexible materials! The only plastic device i know won’t break are the expensive CB-series and Holytrainers.

3) Don’t buy a transparant device. You dont want to see your penis, after 2-3 weeks you will forget how your penis looks like exactly, and forget about it more and more. 

4) Dont buy a chastity cage with a lockpad. You can grab the lockpad and move your cage untill you orgasm, lets be honest sissies.

5) Dont buy a cage that shows too much skin. With erections, your skin will just get swollen and hurt.

6) The perfect cage examples and places where you can buy them :

I dont get anything out of this post or something like that, this is just to help you! Dutch people can buy from https://www.kuisheidskooi.nl/huismerk/Kuisheidskooi-Metaal Extremly cheap, i bought mine there… For the others you can buy one at for example :  https://steelworxx.de/ But those are expensive, you can probably find one like this online cheap, but be carefull. I know you are wondering… ‘’Sissyjoyce, on your picture you are wearing a holytrainer S) I know… its a good chastity cage, but these are betters? Right now i got the right one from the lowest picture i showed. xxx

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I’ve had a lot of people what it takes to truly break out and become the ultimate sissy bimbo. It’s a question I’ve asked myself too. It’s easy to get wrapped up in all the fun pictures, videos, and hypno files and fantasize about being a cock-dumb slut with huge tits and a limp little clitty, and then just rub one out like a regular guy and go to bed.

But let’s be clear: the process of becoming the ultimate fuckdoll isn’t an easy one. It requires lots of hard work on your part. You have to eat right and exercise, take your hormones, control and eradicate your male behavior, learn how to dress up and put on make up, learn how to properly worship your male partners, and listen to your hypno audio regularly. It’s easy to just treat it as a fantasy to beat off to and then pretend to be a normal guy after.

Sissy girls, I know the path of transformation is a difficult one. But something drew you down here, didn’t it? You dream about being a fuckdoll passed between beautiful hunks, and you want it so badly, but you hide it ever single day. You listen to the hypno MP3s out of curiosity, but you never go as deep as you need to, never let the beautiful voices truly take control of your subconscious mind. This is where so many sissies trip up and give up. But you’re not going to be one of them.

The most important part of transforming into a beautiful sissy bimbo is not just wanting it more than anything. The most important thing is having the strength to give up your old self.

Let’s face it: it’s easy to slip back into what’s known and comfortable. But this path - a path of being a regular guy with a regular name and a regular life - was all chosen in advance FOR you. Your family, your friends, your schools, your culture, everything worked together to push you in that direction, and then told you any deviation from this was arbitrarily wrong.

But was it? You never got to meet the real you before the world took her away from you. She never got a chance to come out and express herself. The poor girl. You owe it to her to bring her out of hiding at last. She’s the one that’s been guiding you towards your sissy bimbo fantasies. She saw all those beautiful girls worshiping cocks, she woke up, and begged to be in control at long last. You know what she wants, and it’s time to stop denying her. Because she’s not just this little voice in your head that shows up when you’re horny; she’s the real you.

When you listen to your MP3s, tell yourself “This is what I want. This is who I am.” When you get horny, remember how to properly masturbate and cum like a limp sissy girl. Visit places that can give you guidance to your sissification, listen to others who have gone down the path, and start to work on it.

I was the youngest of 6 boys, all much older then me and from different fathers. I had a step sister and a mother (I grew up to be their size). I was never really interested in anything specifically. I was introduced to porn pretty early by a childhood friend. We used to watch random porn on VHS at his place. We would watch anything from group sex scenes to goth girls using pickles. We never jerked off or anything. We just watched it out of curiosity. That was my earliest memories of porn.

One time, I was in my parents’ room that had mirrors on the wall. While watching House, I saw my mom had a bin of my step sister’s clothes. She was about 16 at the time so it was all skimpy, mid-drift shirts and silk panties. It was like the mother load of clothes for a beginner crossdresser. That was my first memory of crossdressing. I must have been 13 at the time. I don’t remember what I wore but I remember the feeling. I had the hardest erection ever and I started playing with myself. I was staring at the mirror for like 50 minutes just  jerking off non-stop. When I orgasmed, it was like 4 years worth of cum. It was my first orgasm. I think because my first orgasm was connected with crossdressing, my brain probably associates the pleasure of orgasm with dressing up like a girl. This is what we sissies call destiny. I was destined to be a sissy. If I could have it my way, I would make it law for effeminate boys to have their first orgasm this way.

I think that’s what kept me interested in dressing up. That rush, heart-pounding, feeling of having the right colorful panties on. It’s like no other feeling ever. I was confused about my orgasm. I saw precum come out of my dick before but the orgasm was a feeling I never had before. It hurt a little bit but it felt soooo good too. I remember after I came, I ran to the bathroom and about 7 feet away in the other room, my brothers were playing video games. I ran across the hall into the bathroom as fast as possible. I found my sister’s makeup and quickly put some on took photo and saved it in my flip camera.

At the time, my mom had a closest full of bras and panties, and I’d wear that for the next coming weeks or so. I even stole used panties from their laundry bin to wear under my jeans when we went on family vacations and to school. I just loved the feeling of silk panties on my cock. As time went on, I got into high school and I was very lovable. I’d make friends with almost anyone. I had sex with a few girls. Whenever I brought them home and they’d leave clothes,  I’d cherish them for a while. Then I got a gf and even though I never stole or went through her panties, I’d keep them if she left them at my house and wear them.

Four years ago, I found out about sissy porn. It started off slowly, just a casual interest but after a while I became more and more comfortable with watching it. I started to identify with the ideas and concepts in the hypno videos. I started seeing myself as the girl that I really was. One blog in particular really did it for me. It was called Mandatory Feminization (currently deactivated) and it was run by a gorgeous crossdresser named Princess Aries. We messaged a lot and they convinced me to start posting photos of myself online under the name Lindsey Gray. I was having a lot of fun and making lots of friends and exploring my true self.

Then, last year, my GF saw the messages and made me delete all my accounts. Our break up involved my family and everyone finding out about this side of me. Most People didn’t understand it and even 4 of my 8 family members called me faggot which bothered me at the time. Now the word faggot empowers me. I love being called a faggot and it has become an important part of my identity. I’ve since removed myself from that negativity. Starting this year, I’ve acquired more clothes and become more open about who I am. Lots of people have seen me (family/friends) it has made me more confident. Nothing like how I was when I was 13. When they ask me why I have slutty stripper outfits in my closet, I tell them they are mines. They ask why I do it or if I’m gay. I simply reply I’ve had my time being a male and enjoyed it but I know that I feel better about myself when I’m a girl. I have a more vibrant and energetic attitude about life when I live this way. Being dressed and dolled up. It doesn’t bother me because I’ve accepted myself that what matters.

The criticism from my family hit me really hard though. I’ve tried to kill myself 2 times because of it and was unsuccessful. I was confused and tried to run away from who I truly am and it hurt me. Because the people I loved didn’t accept me, pushed me away and called me a freak, it made me depressed and suicidal. Becoming more feminine has helped me overcome that. I’m more open to talking about it because it helps suppress those demons. It’s about addressing problems first and not letting others affect your life decisions. I’m a very emotionally conscious person and I get happiness from making others happy. When others are upset with me, I take it very harshly. But when you get to a point you realize that you don’t have to lie anymore just to make other people happy. Just being honest with yourself and accepting who you are will let you have a much more happier time in life.

“Yes! I’m ready!” I nodded emphatically.

…

Seconds passed. What felt like hours passed in the span of one breath. The slightest twitch upward, at the corner of her mouth. Her eyebrow raised. Her mouth opening in slow motion, ready to respond.

“…Onsecondthought!! Maybe! Maybe a trial run?” My voice came out squeaky, not nearly as confident as I had tried to come off. Damn it.

“Oh?” The sound of Lila’s voice refocused my attention. I found my eyes drawn to her legs as she crossed one over the other. I gulped at the playful lilt in her voice, the one that always meant she was about to tease me. Or worse.

“Eyes up, pet.” My eyes darted up and met her gaze. “That was a fast change of mind. You seemed so confident,” she cooed. “What happened?”

You seemed even more confident, I thought to myself. And that’s always a sign to watch out.

“I thought…I thought maybe I was rushing into it, or being too eager, and I don’t want to put the pressure on you, too,” I fumbled with my words. “I mean- I do, really want to, really really, I do, but uh- I understand if, if we need to…talk about it more?” I tested the waters.

“Aw hun. Come here.” Lila beckoned me over with a finger.

I scooted my computer chair over.

“Sit.” She pointed down on the floor.

I slid off my chair and plopped on the floor with a comedic “oof”, as she chuckled at my silliness. I sighed, relieved. Good. She wasn’t upset.

“Of course I’m not upset, silly.” I jerked my head upwards only to meet her hand gently guiding me towards leaning against her leg. “Yes, we’ve been together how long now? I can read your face,” she teased. “And this is how I beat you at poker.”

“I thought you just used hypnosis and cheated,” I responded flatly.

“Well, that too.” She ruffled my hair. “You know…” Something in her voice changed. Concern? “We really have been together for a while now, and I think it’s natural to want to talk about where our relationship progresses from here. And I do think you’re ready, by the way.”

“You do?” I perked up.

“Of course I do, hun.” She pulled at my cheek. “That’s why we’re having this conversation. And we’ve had it before too, several times, yes?”

I nodded.

“I’m very happy you brought this up, dear.” I bit my lip as I looked down and blushed. Every time she praised me, no matter how many times before…without fail. I was good. I was good for her.

“I think you’re ready for it,” she repeated, “but only if you think you are. And we need to talk about all the rules for it first.”

“The trial?”

“Sure, we can start with the trial.” She smiled at me. “Tell me what you want in this trial period.”

“Um…uh,” I started, flustered. No, I knew how to ask for things! This was just like any other thing. I looked at Lila. She nodded at me encouragingly.

“During the trial period, I consent to you influencing my thoughts and actions, and even assuming my choice in things you would normally ask for.” I started carefully.

“Such as?”

“Such as day to day activities like errands, what to eat, what to do, or binge watch on Netflix…” She grinned and nodded for me to continue.

“I also consent to you guiding me towards decisions that you deem fit, and will let you decide our play. During the trial period,” I quickly added.

Lila nodded. “And this is a trial, so you can stop at any time with your safeword.” It was my turn to nod.

“Now, I need you to fully agree with the rest of my points before we can start this ‘free trial’ of sorts,” Lila grinned. “Are you prepared to do so?”

I nodded.

“You have asked me to start brainwashing you outside of our play and scenes. This is the purpose of the free trial.” I nodded yes.

“You are aware that I will subtly manipulate you, perhaps without your noticing.”

“Well,” I interrupted, “I’m pretty good at noticing.”

“Are you now.” She raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah!” I defended myself. “It’s not like I’ll be completely helpless.”

“But don’t you want to be?”

I shivered. “Y-yeah.”

“Wasn’t that the whole point of this free trial?”

“Y-yes.” I stammered.

“To feel like you’re normal, but to know that I’m affecting you? To know that and not know how? To not know how you’re different, to not know which thoughts are your own? To be truly helpless?”

I squirmed, my body suddenly tingling with an uncomfortable yet all-too-familiar heat.

“To not even know whether the idea of a free trial was your own idea?” Lila whispered.

“Wh–” I opened my mouth to protest. A chill went down my spine.

Was it?

She laughed. “Continuing with my points,” she began again nonchalantly.

“Wait, tha–”

“You know brainwashing’s not necessarily some huge complex process, right?”

I nodded warily.

“Really, it just takes a few tweaks of…judgment…” She began twirling my hair with her fingers. “A few subtle changes of…direction.” She pulled roughly.

“Fuck,” I gasped sharply. “Oh god,” that was TOO HOT. “That was…sudden.”

“You agree to this brainwashing.”

I nodded.

“No, I need better than that,” Lila growled, low and soft in my ear. “Repeat after me.”

“I agree to this brainwashing.” It came out as a whimper.

“You agree to having your decisions influenced and subtly changed to my tastes.”

“I agree, oh god, I agree…” I started panting.

“You understand that this is a trial and may stop at any time,” she continued.

“I understand that this is a trial and can stop at any time,” I repeated, the word stop on my tongue somehow bitter to the taste.

“You understand that I may manipulate you into extending the trial,” Lila breathed into my ear.

I gasped as a pang of warmth spread across my body. “I understand, yes, manipulate, extend the trial…” My words came out as jumbled and disorganized as my thoughts.

“In fact, I might just make you desire this permanently. Wouldn’t that be nice?” Her voice was so sweet. So soft. So hot in my ear, so right in my mind, so right, of course she was right. I nodded desperately, rocking my body.

“Repeat.”

“SO NICE,” I gasped, “that would be so nice, to desire permanently…” And the rest of the words from my mouth were nonsensical, mismatched and strung along by the whispers Lila fed into my ear, into my thoughts, into my mind as I moaned and whimpered and grunted affirmatively and cried yes, yes, YES…

“…And you know that your safety is of utmost importance, and you will always make sure that this is right and safe for you and act accordingly…” was the only gentle whisper that planted itself in my mind firmly, that I was allowed to remember.

“But until then,” Lila smirked, “you KNOW you’re safe with me.”

“Safe with you, with you, safe,” I moaned, drool already coursing down my chin, my hands already pawing and grasping at my clothes to tear them off.

“So safe you want to stay like this forever.”

I nodded frantically, pressing against her with absolute need. The need to stay like this. To stay close. So soft, so hot, so right.

This guide is a bit different. It’s for the women who are already with a beta, or may be curious about what having a beta in their life would provide them.

Why have a beta?

There are many very good reasons for a woman to keep betas around. You see this already, many women happily friendzone boys who are clearly beta. They often won’t discard them just because they don’t want to have sex with them. 

Here’s some of the reasons to have a beta:

Money. His desire for you didn’t go away just because you friend zoned him. He will happily pay for things. If he’s not already offering, try outright asking. You’ll be surprised how willing he is to provide money. 

Tasks. Similar to money, but if you need a person who will run errands for you, fix your computer, paint the fence - he’ll happily do it for you.

Self esteem. While his self esteem will be shot, who doesn’t enjoy people doting on them? Empower yourself ladies, get some betas around you.

Training him

Once you know he’s on the hook, it’s time to ramp things up. You will likely need to do a few things here to make sure the hook of his obsession with you is bedded deep into him.

This is the step that many woman will find uncomfortable, but really unlocks the benefits in their life.

Talk about your sex life. This will drive him insane, he’ll be thinking all about what you do with Real Men. He’ll be stroking in private to what you tell him. So be sure to talk about it semi-frequently. Enjoy the little barbed comments you can make too, like “I like that I can tell you this, you’re such a good friend. It feels like I’m telling one of my best girlfriends”. 

Reduce his self esteem. As with the comment mentioned above, continually make small (some times big!) comments that emphasis his beta place in your relation. Some examples:

“Thanks for always being there. Not many men would spend this much time with a woman they aren’t having sex with”.

“It must be hard for you sometimes, with not many woman finding you attractive”

“Some guys are just destined to not procreate, but that’s OK - you can still have a great life”

“Maybe you could try working out to try and be more attractive?” (even if he is actually in shape).

Make him pay. Outright tell him to pay for things. Start with drinks when you’re out, but level it up over time. I recommend:

First have him pay for things when together.

Then level up to taking him with you when shopping and ask him to pay for something. This takes things to the next level because he’s now paying for things that he’s not even involved with.

Then have him pay for some lingerie for you that you just know your boyfriend would love.

Longer term, if possible, have him add his credit card to your Amazon account or similar. This lets you use his money without having to see him. Trust me: he’ll be rubbing himself raw knowing you’re buying things with his money.

Encourage him to stay single. Let’s be honest, despite this fetish, some beta males end up with women. You do not want that to occur. At this point, you will need to take the next step…

Next steps

Once you have started having your beta pay for things, do tasks for you, etc, you need to codify this into your lifestyle with him. That doesn’t mean living together or anything like that, but you need to keep him on the hook.

Here’s some suggestions:

Send him suggestive photos. These could be snap chat messages or similar of you dressing up for your actual boy friend. Things you know he’ll be rubbing himself to.

Discuss relationships with him. This should be easy to do since you already talk about your sex life. Start talking about his. Start telling him how you kind of prefer him single. This combined with your efforts to keep his self esteem low, he likely won’t even try to find a woman.

Discuss his masturbation. This is a big one. It lets you acknowledge that he does masturbate to fill in his time. Encourage him to not ejaculate. Not ejaculating will fuck with his head and make him more hungry than ever to worship you.

Discuss his ejaculation. He will be loving these things, but this is where you really drive home his position in life. When he does make cummies, you want to encourage it to be into the toilet – that’s where human waste goes right? Tell him he needs to keep you posted about this.

Can’t get enough sissy hypno action? There’s a solution that even the most cock-drunk girl (or her master) can do. First, you’ll need a few things:

- A suitable hypnosis video (or more) - A video player - Peek Through - Always On Top

For a video player, I recommend VLC media player because it has the ability to create playlists and repeat indefinitely; if you want to be exposed to different videos or just a select few, VLC can keep them coming throughout the day without having to manually switch to the next one.

If you’re looking for videos, r/sissyhypno has a ton of content links; use Jdownloader to download the videos onto your computer.

After you’ve installed Peek Through and have Always On Top unzipped, it’s time to get to the fun stuff.

First, open up your video/playlist of choice. Set it to play but don’t go full-screen yet.

Next, open up Peek Through and adjust the transparency to your liking; if it’s too see-through, you won’t even notice it, but if it’s not see-through enough then you won’t be able to see anything else on the screen; I personally recommend the second-highest setting. Also, make sure to check the ‘Allow click through of transparent windows’ option in the Options tab.

Alright, you’ve got a good transparency going, but you’re still able to click through it and bring other windows on top of it. Open up Always On Top, then click back to the video player, set it to full-screen (and playing), press Ctrl+Space (to lock it as the top layer), then WinKey+A (to set it to transparent).

Congratulations, you now have a subliminal video overlay on your computer screen, reminding you to…well, whatever it is you want to be reminded of all day!

Be warned that there is no ‘panic button’ for this setup - you’ll have to go back through the programs individually to disable the overlay manually, so if you think someone might walk in on you or will want to borrow your computer while you’re not around, take care! Also, make sure to adjust the volume of the video (if you want it at all) before you start, since it’s a hassle and a half to deal with once the whole setup is going.

You can watch hypno while you watch hypno!

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