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Sissy Titties
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In my previous blog I mentioned the strange mix of shame and arousal from having "curves", as a woman once told me. After having had sex with her only once, she was done with me physically, but had agreed to sell me some of her lingerie (a pink and black slip, and a black corset type top with matching g-string). She was curious enough to let me try them on for her, at which point she remarked on my somewhat feminine figure. In private, in a tight dress or a high cut leotard, I wish my so called curves were much more pronounced, but as a 'man' I have had much anguish over my body, my breasts in particular. I had pronounced titties from a young age, which was readily noticed by other kids and of course became a source of much humiliating teasing. The humiliation was amplified for me by the fact that I was secretly crossdressing, and loved feeling soft and fem. Locked in the bathroom to model the underwear I had pilfered from my Mother and sisters, a bra was absolutely necessary for a full thrill. I remember grasping and fondling my titties, squeezing them together with my hands, using my arms to make them as closely resemble a woman's clevage as possible, my shame and pleasure intimately entwined. I was sort of tentative then about playing with my nipples, just as I was about playing with my sissy cunt, which will be the subject of its own blog. I wasn't resigned to my sissyness yet, and was still resisting dress up time, and ignoring the fact that my erotic thoughts had little to do with intercourse with girls; I got off on their outfits, on improbable fantasies of being invited under contrived pretexts to try on some pretty outfits, and have the girls do my make-up and nails. So in public I had to react with much umbrage when an athletic guy grasped and squeezed forcibly my breasts from behind to much laughter even though it was also disturbingly arousing. When I was told I needed a bra, no one knew that I wore them regularly, or just how much I wanted to sport one in public. One incident right out of high school is still such an erotically thrilling memory. A stunning girl, playful and confident, who usually treated me with polite indifference, whom I had cum in my panties to after furiously rubbing my clit to the memory of her pantylines, actually spoke to me at a mutual friend's house. She remarked, having just taken stock of my breasts for seemingly the first time, on how ample they were. She basically said, "damn girl, you got some nice ta-tas (or something similiar, very much something a crude alpha would say)" as she simultaneously grabbed my tits and jiggled them a little to asses their heft. I meekly did nothing, but endure the keen embarrasment. My big nipples, and the emasculation of playing with them became too much to resist. So teasing led to pinching, led to clothespins and slapping and nipple clamps. And to my sissy delight, I've discovered chastity heightens the sensitivty of my boobies even more. Now I cannot seem to cum, when free to, without much nipple play. And my self-enforced sissy training features requires it. Chastized, plugged, and looking at throbbing cocks or beautiful unattainable women, I circle my nipples, tug on them gently, and eventually clamp them mercilessly, desperate to cum. Desperate to be felt up, to be titty fucked, to be fondled like a bitch. That wraps up this blog, I've worked myself up into a tizzy, and need to peruse some more femdom galleries!
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Posted on : Nov 11, 2022
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Commented on Nov 25, 2022
Glad to hear my little account of emasculation was titillating
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Commented on Nov 13, 2022
Very similar to my experiences, though yours seem to be worse, humiliation-wise. Your blog has got my hands on my nipples!
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