degradedsissy1: You wanted to be one of them. You wanted to be like them. And here you are…

degradedsissy1:

You wanted to be one of them.

You wanted to be like them.

And here you are…
…dressed in sheer pantyhose - just like them;
…wearing high heels - just like them;
…wearing a bra and pretty panties - just like them;
…wearing a sexy, short dress - just like them;
…you face painted with makeup - just like them;
…your nails coloured with nail polish - just like them;
…doused in sweet feminine perfume - just like them.

But you’re *not* one of them, are you?

You’re not like them, are you?

You’re tied up - helpless and vulnerable.

You’re not a woman to them.

You’re certainly not a man to them.

You’re an object of amusement and ridicule.

You’re an emasculated, defeated male, drowning in effeminacy and humiliation.

You’re a “pansy”; a “girlie-man”, a “sissy”; a “weak, limp-wristed queer” to them.

And the most shameful ting about it is that just the girlie sensations of the women’s clothes, and the girlie feelings and thoughts that arouse you.

It’s the unfathomable shame, as the make fun of you in your pretty dress, your pantyhose and high heels, weak and helpless that also arouses you.

Pathetic.

Bound and gagged by mistresses