Girlfriends

She Understands...

There is one cure for a chronic masturbator.

There is one solution for a husband who constantly begs for sex.

There is one prescription for premature ejaculation.

There is one model for establishing control in a relationship.

There is one paradigm for a sissy.

There is one template a wife must follow.

Sissies

Yes, even buff, muscular men can be sissies.

Training

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One way to store a couple of sissy girls:

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This is how you control a sissy!

"You don't like men? Really? That's not what your sissy clit says," he reached out, grabbed me, squeezed. "Now I expect you to do what you're told, when you're told, are we clear?"

"Yyyyessss, Sir," Kimber moaned, unable to help herself from thrusting her hips back and forth, realizing she was helpless, that she would, MUST do as ordered

He laughed, moving his hands with her thrusts, not allowing even a millimeter of friction, not even a second of pleasure. "No, no, sissy, no, you won't be cumming. Not today, not tomorrow, maybe not ever."

Fucking Hilarious

Ahhh, the frustrations of two sissies in chastity left alone while their wives are out on a double date with their boyfriends.

Poor girls, driven wild with desire just thinking about the fucking their wives are getting tonight. Too bad their wives knew this would happen, that the girls couldn't help try to fuck one another, and made sure to put them in chastity first.

Of course, what these two are doing will not result in an release for either one, quite the opposite, it will only make each more and more excited, make each swell more and more, make each that much more desperate to cum.

Welcome to the Cabaret

Welcome to the Cabaret, sissy, dance rehearsal starts in ten minutes. These girls? They were punished for poor dancing, as you will surely be too, until you get all your steps down.

Enslaved

Crossdresser versus Sissy

I've discussed this before, the difference. I'm a little of both.

As a crossdresser, there are times, many times, when I want to look pretty, look feminine, feel my best, as a woman. I want to look pretty and feminine because I want to. It is not about sex in any way, it is about the part of me that is a woman, asserting herself.

As a sissy, there are times when I want to be forced to be a woman, when I want the part of me that is man taken away.

I think of this because of what happened this morning. As I've said, I usually wear panties, a garter belt, stockings, and often a camisole under my suit. Not because I want to be a sissy, but the feminine part of me wants to be a pretty woman during the day.

Well, this morning I was running a few minutes late and knew I had to walk to a meeting later, so, getting dressed, I put on my panties and reached for my suit pants.

"Not wearing stockings, today," the g/f asked, walking into the bedroom from the closet.

"Um, no, I'm late, I've got a thing, I just wasn't in a girlie mood," I answered. Hey, even genetic women dont' feel like glamming up every day, right?

"I like it when you wear stockings, sweetie, you know," she said.

"I know, hon, I'll wear something pretty tomorrow," I promised.

She got the faintest smile on her face. "I like it when you wear stockings...sissy."

I froze, one foot in a pant leg, froze, gulped. "Meredith," I said slightly exasperated.

"What," she tilted her head, "what is it...sissy?"

"Meredith," I said again. She knew exactly what she was doing. Maybe the crossdresser didn't feel like dressing this morning. But the sissy would, when pushed.

Meredith chuckled. "No, no, you go ahead and finish getting dressed, sissy."

"Mer, I'm going to be late," I begged, though I don't know why, as she'd not told me to do anything.

"Of course, sissy, of course. Pretend to be a man, today, it's okay, sissy."

That was enough. I sighed, took my pants and panties off, went to my drawer, took out a garter belt, stockings, put them on while she stood there brushing her hair, watching.

"Much better, sissy, much better. No use pretending you're a man, is there."

And thus, I finished getting dressed, putting my suit on over this garter belt and these stockings. I suspect this issue is not done, that something else is rattling around in her brain, that I'll be called a sissy again, later tonight.

Constant Pressure

How Much Would I Fetch?

I'm a good girl, so I hope a high price!

Crossdresser or Sissy

Is there a difference? I maintain that there is. Not that one cannot be both. I think, to a point, all sissies are crossdressers, but I do not believe that all crossdressers are sissies.

Are you both? I am.

Sissies are submissive. Crossdressers can be submissive, dominant, or neither.

Sissies want to be known as a sissy. Crossdressers would be offended to be called a sissy.

Sissies do not necessarily dress to be a woman, but to be a sissy. Crossdressers dress to be a woman.

Sissies desire, need, want to serve. Crossdressers often consider themselves to be strong, independent women.

Many sissies are bi-sexual, love to serve women, but also crave cock, even if forced. Many crossdressers have no interest whatsoever in men.

Sissies delight in being emasculated, to have their masculinity taken away. Crossdressers delight in being a woman. There is a difference. I WANT to be told I'm not a man, to be told I'm a sissy. It is as much about being degraded. Not so for a pure crossdresser.

Sissies LOVE to be forced to dress. Crossdressers often have no interest in the forced feminization aspect.

A sissy get a rush from surrendering their masculine tendencies. A crossdresser gets a rush from adopting feminine tendencies.

Here's a secret one many of you sissies can identify with...you like being called a faggot, don't you?

Faggot.

FAGGOT!

SISSY FAGGOT!

Crossdressers...no interest in that term, no pleasure from being called a faggot.

Sissies want to be dressed up on a French Maid's uniform and serve a mistress or master. Crossdressers just want to be dressed up as a woman and go about their daily activities.

So, which are you?

Sissy or crossdresser?

Help with your new clothes

Well, shouldn't a real girl help a sissy girl the first time she dresses in something so pretty?

Forced Fem?

It was forced. Or at least, it was not what I thought I wanted. Boys do not wear lingerie. Boys do not wear dresses. Boys do not want to look like pretty girls.

Something gave me away. The something that let her know she was correct, as always. Something indicated that telling me to slip on a garter belt, stockings, a bra, and panties was EXACTLY what I wanted, no matter how much I protested.

That something, of course, was the tent in my panties. The straining. The lump. Small as I was, there was no masking the swelling of my penis.

I started out protesting. By the time she helped me fasten the bra around my thin chest, my protests had grown weaker. With every heart beat, more blood flowed to my panties. My cries grew softer and softer as I grew harder and harder.

She knew it. She saw it. She was pleased by it.

Differences

What's the difference between a man and a sissy, you ask? Well, how about an example. Men, what would you think seeing a woman dressed as such? Would comes to mind seeing this picture? What would you want to do, walking into your bedroom, seeing a woman like this?

Oh, don't be coy, go ahead, say it outl loud. Fuck her. FUCK HER! That is your only thought. Oh my, how you want to fuck her!

Now, what about a sissy, you ask? What does a sissy think? So easy, so different. Sissy thinks, "Oh my goodness, where is that lingerei from?" Sissy wants something, but it isn't to fuck. Sissy wants that adorable lingerie on her body! Sissy is jealous, or perhaps, sissy thinks about the pretty lingerie she has just like that. Sissy thinks, wait, wait one minute, wait, let me go get dressed, too.

A man wants to fuck this woman. A sissy wants to borrow her lingerie.

Garter Belts For Men!

Garter Belts For Men?

Now, you ask, what's the big deal? From a day to day standpoint, not much for me, as I much prefer garter belts for made for women. I'm a sissy, not a man in mantyhose.

I mean, seriously, sissy, get yourself a good six strap garter belt, a pair of 100% nylon RHT stockings, silk, satin or nylon panties, a bra...be a sissy!

But, maybe, just maybe, if this catches on, sissies can be a little more out, a little more open about dressing. Of course, what's the fun in dressing if our mistress or master isn't teasing us for being such sissy fags???

Time will tell.



While I could wear this....



I'd much rather wear this...

Sissy vs. Crossdresser

Is there a difference? I think so. I think one can be a sissy, a crossdresser, or both.

First, a crossdresser:



I see a crossdresser as the typical, male-bodied, male-identified, heterosexual male, that dresses as a woman. Usually totally, often conservatively, often to pass, often to fit in, often for reasons having nothing to do with a fetish. The crossdresser may be gender confused, but often is one or the other. Male, and fully male, female, and fully female.





But what about a sissy?

Sissies do not want to be women. They may dress as women, they may even pass, but it is more than just being a woman. A sissy may wear male clothing, but how many are wearing panties underneath? Half? Most? All? How many sissies start the day with a swollen organ thinking about the prettiest lingerie they are going to wear that day?

How many sissies dream not of the woman above, but the woman to the left? Prancing, dancing?

How many sissies are submissive? All of them!

They LOVE being a submissive little sissy, forced down on their knees to do nasty, naughty things.



Which are you? One or the other? Both?

I'm a sissy, through and through.