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a few years ago i made the horrible mistake to try my wife’s panties on.
i reckon that was the beginning of the end. i never partied ways with dressing up since them.
to panties i added a bra, then pantyhose - how much i love them! put in a skirt, top, fake boobs… add a wig and make up, chastity belt, a butt plug… and the shopping spree started!
and here i am, few years into the journey, still a closet sissy.
in my vanilla life you would mistake me for a proper alfa male: assertive, tough, manager of a few tenths of million pounds company. what i say, goes. yet if you look carefully, you’ll see my eyes lost on a woman pantyhose, fantasising. i can’t remember the last time i looked at a girl thinking how much i would love to fuck her, as opposed to how much i would love to be her.
when i am alone and not busy - weekdays, my wife lives out of town -, i love dressing up and behaving like a house queen. yet there is no alfa male in this house queen. This princess has no Master, and craves one. this princess is not known of. this princess is lonely.
but like a queen, i like to be won over. if you think i am the usual moron looser, then you are mistaken. i am a refined one, successful, that is scared of how much he has to loose, and maybe gain. i bet i can fuck your brains out in a normal conversation. i am that good. yet i fantasise about having my brains fucked by a strong, powerful alfa male.
you won’t win me with a ‘show up here stupid sissy’, but you might get me there if you take my hand and exploit my addiction and weaknesses.
nobody has been successful at shutting me up during a conversation. there is only one sure way to achieve that. you know what i am talking about
all i dream is to stay home on my knees waiting to make me Master happy, looking the way he wants me to look like, behaving the way he wants me to behave, and dressing the way he wants me to dress.
but i need to be won into it. all i can say, i am worth it.
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