SISSY CUCKOLD HISTORY 997.
Be aware that once you’ve confessed to being a feminized sissy cuckold to your wife or significant other woman you will lose all say over your status in life, in fact as a feminized sissy cuckold you’ll come to learn that you have no human rights at all and no say in anything.
One of the many things you are going to have to come to terms with is your Cuckoldress taking the view that if you want to pretend being female you can fucking well take it up the ass like a real woman loves it because your ass that is now your sissy pussy.
So get ready as your Cuckoldress will with glee in her heart obliterate your tight little hole with anything that comes to mind from strap on cocks of all sized, vibrators, dildo’s, vegetables, her fist or foot nothing is off limits no matter how painful you have to take it like a good girl does.

SISSY CUCKOLD HISTORY 996.
For the feminized sissy cuckold because it is not allowed normal penetrative sex with a woman nor even the freedom to have ejaculations and erections unless strictly supervised if the Cuckoldress wife is fool enough to allow that sort of selfish display from her sissy cuckold the littler things become ultra important.
Most Feminized sissy cuckolds will confess that from the early days of their worthless lives they yearned to experience the smells and tastes of a woman as they knew early on there was never any hope of a woman showing interest in them and their silly little penis.
Thus, sissy cuckolds become addicted from the offset with sweat crusty foot parts of hosiery, spunk and cunt batter stocking welts, panties that are filled with stinking sludge and discharges up to and including urine, shit, sperm and menstrual blood.
Not only will the sissy cuckold become addicted to the smells but the taste as well as it’s impossible for a sissy cuckold not to suck and lick the soiled materials to savor the essence of a woman.

SISSY CUCKOLD HISTORY 995.
For me as a feminized sissy cuckold from my very early days of growing up I knew little of what I was heading to be, what I did know was that I had this urge to put women’s apparel on and that without being told I knew my penis was very little.
Having a little penis places you in a beta mode from birth and there is nothing you can do about that apart from suffer and hope that there is light at the end of the tunnel.
Well, that light at the end of the tunnel gets extinguished once other people get to see what you have got or lack of it.
For myself it was the fact that it was my Mother who first saw my little erect penis when it erected up against her nylon clad foot and when she eased the sole of her foot aside to see it that look of sneering contempt spread across her face then coldly but sweetly informing me to carry on massaging her foot as that was the only important thing happening in the room.
Words that utterly crush your already limited masculinity and then the body blow when more words came from her lips saying that it must be because I had such a tiny penis that I was dressing up in her hosiery and other things.
Having to go and put a pair of her used tights on then show myself to her in them was terrifying but also the most liberating thing I ever had to do and brought upon me her observations and comments that cut away any confidence I had in myself.
And through the power of her cutting condescending words about my little thing I was preconditioned to be utterly submissive to women from the go get so by the time Pamela and Fran got their talons into me I was ripe for pressing into doing acts that I later learned were prerequisites for a feminized sissy cuckold to do.
What I do recall is that I was instructed to wear Mothers worn tights at home and nighties and little heeled fluffy slippers after confessing my budding transvestism I had many, many losses of control and would be shamefully erect in the tights and stuff round the house which brought forth scathing comments and even Mother’s foot being pressed against my little arousal as I was berated for being dirty and naughty and so forth, she even slapped it to make it go down at times or pinched it cruelly, but that was it knowing that even with all her cutting words pinching and slaps that I ached to be brought off but she never did that thus addling my mind even further.