heelho

I have come to understand and accept that I possess a powerful and irreversible addiction to wearing women's clothes and high heels, engaging in submissive behavior, bondage, and intense sexual humiliation.

This reflects my acceptance that I am not a real man, and that I cannot ever be or have the women I worship so much. I have accepted my role as an effeminate and submissive sissy and am resigned to the humiliation that accompanies the presentation of my emasculated, androgynous image to the outside world.

Once I start wearing makeup, dresses/mini-skirts, stockings. and high heels my sissy clit becomes redundant, other than to remind me of the man I failed to be and the woman I crave to be, but can never be. It needs to be permanently locked away. Sissies are not entitled to have orgasms. These are for men and for women. I am neither.

I am totally emasculated, so I cannot be a man. I am feminised, but can only ever try to imitate a woman. Sissies may sometimes be called upon to help men and women achieve their orgasms - orally or anally - and to clean up afterwards, but never to have an orgasm themselves.

A true sissy can only ever experience orgasm vicariously, though someone else, and needs to learn how to squeeze some kind of satisfaction out of that. However, a sissy can never truly be a man or a woman, but rather, is destined to spend the rest of the sissy's life mincing round as a defeated, emasculated sissy, in dresses/mini-skirts, in pantyhose and lingerie and heels, bound and gagged and in chastity.

I need to be permanently locked in a chastity device and spend my days mincing around, bound and gagged, in stockings, high heels, panties, a short skirt and a silky blouse, looking after his and her whims. At night I am kept all dressed up, bound, and gagged. When they are having sex, I am compelled to sit there, still all dressed up, bound and gagged, like the pathetic sissy cuckold faggot I have become, and watch them.

Everybody sees me in the shopping mall doing the shopping in pantyhose, stilettos and a sort skirt. I get stared at, pointed at, snickered at.I have no pride or self esteem left. I am defeated, degraded humiliated and totally helpless. I have resigned myself to the fact that this is now my life.

The chastity is there to remind me of the the redundancy of my male genitalia - that I was born male and can never really be or have one of the women I so admire and identify with. The dresses, mini-skirts, stockings, garter-belt, panties, towering heels etc are there to reinforce my feminization and emasculation.

The total outcome is a sissy - a sexual non-entitity that exists in a sexual blackhole - neither male, female or even trans-sexual. It is at the absolute bottom of the food chain with no social standing or, even, self respect. It is a mere utility that can be used, abused, neglected as required. This can never change. For the sissy, life can only come bearable once resigns itself to the fact that this is it’s role in life.

For I am a sissy that has completely surrendered and whiff of masculinity and any hint of free will. I am completely and irreversibly emasculated and have completely my role in life as a mincing menial servant, in high heels, stockings, makeup, and ultra- feminine clothes, to be used, abused and ridiculed; to be kept bound and gagged, and paraded around on a leash. Total defeat.

If you wish to subjugate, emasculate, and humiliate, please drop me a note. xoxo