SISSY CUCKOLD HISTORY 993.
Shame and humiliation are the staple diet for the feminized sissy cuckold from the onset of its pathetic life and the more it’s exposed the better for all concerned.
I knew from the first indications of my budding sexuality that I was a dud and freakishly different what with my urges to put women’s clothes on and fiddle with myself in perverted ways as my mind though of and about women in less than natural ways.
Now although when I Mother outted me there was terrified shame and humiliation there was also a sense of relief as these heavy secrets in me were out in the open and although what I was experiencing was mirth, ridicule and dire verbal humiliation it was all done in a way that told me that my route in life was not going to be capped off in fact it was to be fostered in subtle ways that cemented my life as a feminized sissy cuckold even though those words had not even been mentioned at the time.
That silly little erection against my Mother’s hot scented nylon clad foot and her reaction to the disgraceful loss of self-control mortified me but allowed the gate to open for her to tell me she knew I was dressing up in her hosiery and other things and for me to go and put a pair on so she could see, from that point on hosiery was part of my daily attire which led to dressing up in ore and more female attire then the make-up.
So, by the time the fated fancy dress party arrived, and Fran and Pamela got their hooks into me, and I had my first sexual encounters with them which were all sissy cuckold based I was lost and this was the only form of use I could be to a female.