SISSY CUCKOLD HISTORY 1021.
So many things make a feminized sissy cuckold become addicted to what it is.
Just stop a second and think about when you were a so-called male, recall when you were out and about anywhere how everyone never even gave you a second look specially not women.
Let’s face it you were invisible just plane boring inconsequential you and believe me your aura radiated to people you were a no mark and specially for women they could pick up on the vibes that you were worthless and pathetic and had something seriously wrong with you, not quite a homosexual but nowhere near being a man.
Now look at yourself as a full time feminized sissy cuckold out and about doing your daily stuff and everyone can see you mincing around they are all looking at you.
At last in life you are being noticed and garnering reactions from people laughing at you to leering perverts drooling at the thoughts of what they want to do to you, women smile smugly catching sight of you checking out your make up and mode of dress to make sure you are doing your Cuckoldress, Mistress or Master proud in your comportment.
Other females set their sights on capturing you for themselves and will openly tease, torment and lure you into their web.
Even the negative reactions a feminized sissy cuckold can undergo such as being verbally abused, spat at, beaten up and derided is in the end a sign that you are no longer a nothing that’s never seen and let’s face it open vilification like those mentioned above can often lead to sexual assault which for the feminized sissy cuckold is a time it will comply and do its best to please the assailant to hopefully change its bigotry.
SISSY CUCKOLD PRESENT 1020.
The things us feminized sissy cuckolds do for love and adoration, I was up a tree cutting it back doing a day of hard toil for my first ex-wife and cuckoldress who in the sunshine was sitting at her bistro table with a coffee liberally shouting orders and commands and believe me nothing I do is ever good enough for her and leads to constant put downs and humiliation.
When suddenly I was flying through the air after the ladder gave way or whatever and I had a nasty fall which on top of bruising my face smashed my top denture and hurt my leg and arm on the right side.
Of course, to be expected Anne complained that some of my blood had stained one of her new light-colored steppingstones but she was at least happy that I was not more badly hurt so as to recover quicker to get back to doing the tasks she wants me to complete.
The downside for me is that I had to put off the arranged day of fun and sordid games with Gina, which was a pity.
Now it’s time to heal the face and to get to dentist for repairs before I am back in action again.
