SISSY CUCKOLD HISTORY 801.
I think that many Feminized sissy cuckolds like me get to a point where masturbation centers on getting to a sissygasm via my sissy gland deep inside my sissy pussy.
My tiny little penis hardly gets touched as over the years it has been brow beaten and whipped into me that touching myself is sinful and dirty and not something a Feminized sissy cuckold should do unless ordered to by its Cuckoldress.
I have been so conditioned over the years that even when alone I feel a huge sense of shame and badness if I touch my little sissy clit and this effected any masturbation making it difficult to squirt as even behind a locked door alone, I actually feel that I am going to be caught out and punished? (Work that one out if you can!)
Then there are issues with my little penis as after so many years of chastity, verbal slander, cutting remarks, sexual denial fear of being aroused under threat of punishment and torture in fact everything that has been heaped upon me from the Cuckoldress Arsenal has destroyed my ability to get and maintain erections.
Shamefully even when I am being fucked with a strap on or worse by a man my little sissy clit flops about as much as a tiny penis can flop about and I sissygasm from a limp little clit.
The only comfort I take is that with the advent of the internet and being able to contact like-minded people and other Feminized sissy cuckolds a lot of us sissy girls are alike when it comes to penis issues.
SISSY CUCKOLD HISTORY 800.
As a Feminized sissy cuckold I like many have certain weaknesses that I cannot control, and one is for a certain tone of tights which are American Tan.
The reason for this is that they were the color my mother was wearing that shameful night when I was massaging her feet and my little penis swelled and popped out of my pajama bottoms and erected against the silky sole of her foot.
I really thought my life was over at that precise moment, but I could not control getting stiff what with the stocking clad women chasing Benny Hill on the TV and the feel and smell coming from my mother’s feet that she often had me tickle, massage and caress of an evening when we watched television together.
But what happened next blew my mind and opened me up to confessing my supposedly deepest secrets?
There with my little hard on up against her foot Mother suddenly eased her foot aside on her heel and looked at my penis and made a snorting sound of derision.
“Carry on massaging my feet as they are the only important thing in this room for you to concentrate on!” she quipped then ran her foot up my meager length causing my little penis to twitch and spasm and had me on the verge of having a nasty little accident.
So, you can understand why American tan tights have become a need in me and I have most of the world’s stock! (hahaahahaa) and it was not just the foot episode as that night also saw Mother inform me that she knew I stole her dirty tights to wear and had me go and put a pair on, that evening the first dirty pair in the laundry basket were black ones but over the coming months and years I wore hundreds of pairs of Mothers worn and soiled American tan tights hence cementing the fetish for them so deeply I am helpless to resist.
