SISSY CUCKOLD HISTORY 1083.
After Tania my second wife the Cuckoldress/Mistress and escort dumped and divorced me I went through a tough period trying to cope living in the sissy cuckold hovel as she sweetly called it.
One of my first forays out into the world again was to attend a sex party and at this gathering I ended up retrained in a stock like set up and over the period of incarceration nine men fucked my sissy pussy hard and filled me up with their pervert sperm.
Driving home that night was a nightmare as on the way I had been screwed so hard and was so sloppy that my bowels evacuated and I shit myself in the car, so I was in a terrible state when I got home.
Of course, the following day I confessed all this to Tania the next day when she phoned me up over some matter or another and I had to listen to her laugh her stockings off over the telephone and come out with a string of the nastiest verbal humiliations to wound me further.
SISSY CUCKOLD HISTORY 1082.
I knew early on that I was not going to be normal in society’s sense of the word.
I think the moment when I was in a pair of my mother’s dirty worn tights sniffing and licking the gusset of her dirty worn panties and I ejaculated without touching myself was my downfall.
The spurting I had at that moment out of my tiny little erection, and I already viewed it as small was so intense and earth shattering the nylon encasing my smooth hairless little sissy ovaries and turgid little sissy clit, bottom and legs heightening my first ever proper ejaculation to untold intensity thus trapping me forever.
Of course, being in tights and licking and sniffing panties made me feel ashamed as they were my mothers and secondly the fear of being caught because what I was doing was so naughty, sinful and nasty.
And of course, I retained those fears and ever-growing fetishes taking more and more risks because I was unable to stop myself until my mother calmly ousted me.
Thankfully because of her attitude regarding me dressing up I was able to under her allowance to wear her discarded hosiery, panties and then other female apparel and make up.
Her view’s on my sexual outlet’s was another matter altogether and over time she instilled in me that my masturbation was nasty, uncalled for because my clit was to small and re-enforced the shame I already felt and I dare not play with myself unless I has a sort of quasi order from her such as she would throw a pair of her dirty knickers at me.
Pantie relief was to become magical as it was made quite plain that if I did my mess on the gusset of the thrown item I was expected to lick the material clean and to prove I had done this I was to show her afterwards before washing the item.
Or snap that she was sick of seeing my little clit sticking up and I was to go and sort myself out making sure I squirted where waste and shit always goes, down the toilet.
So, as you can imagine even before I stepped into the world of the feminized sissy cuckold I had all the learned traits of shame and humiliation and illicit thrills in being made to do sexy sinful stuff.
