The probelm with Sissy's
So often I see posts or comments from sissy gurls wishing someone would "train" them. They say they want cock, cum, piss, bondage and to serve unconditionally. Followed by a pleading comment for someone to make them into a perfect sissy sex toy. Well, let me tell you that for the very few who seriously want to be a slut for men, you have to make it happen. You have to put yourself out there and understand the difference between fantasy and reality. No one is out there looking to spirit away and make a pseudo woman out of some self professed sissy boy who is wishing in secret or anonymously online to suck dick.
First of all, let's get real. Most amateur sissy videos feature poorly dressed and hairy men who made little to no effort to feminize themselves riding some sort of dildo while making sure they are staring at themselves in the mirror. The even more rare amateur videos where such ladies are having sex with men the sissy is still trying to make sure she is in focus and frame rather than focusing on her man. Why? Because for most of these gurls it's not at all about being a truly submissive and servile lady. Instead, it's about feeding a fetish fantasy. It's about masturbating to idealized images and having some of this imagery captured on film most often to do little more with than to masturbate to later. When real transgendered gals or truly sub sissy lady's are getting fucked they don't tentatively fiddle around with the cock they engulf it like any real female who was in love with her man would. They don't focus on how they look in the mirror or the camera. Instead they focus of pleasing their man.
I used to be one of those ladies. So concerned with putting together the outfit and masturbating to my own image. I would dress and dildo my ass and masturbate to the idea of being the woman in even the most degrading and abusive porn. But eventually I got tired of wishing I was getting fucked. Eventually I got tired of assembling a killer outfit and learning to spend the day in heels simply to make videos of myself. So I had to make a decision. Was I going to just pretend and stay closeted forever or was I truly transgendered and not just a fantasy tosser? Was I going to going to kneel before a real man and actually swallow his cum or was I going to spend forever wishing?
The first thing I realized was that there was no such thing as k**nappers looking to enslave hapless men into sexual service after transforming them into women and there were no ladies looking to turn beta men into submissive women. Reality and fantasy do not align in the fetish world very often. I had to get better at doing my makeup the way women do... with practice. I had to put in the work to lose weight and tone up. I had to learn to act more feminine and adopt a more truly submissive nature so it wouldn't seem like an act when it came time to actually submit. It's easy to say you'd suck off a hundred guys if given the chance but it's another thing to actually kneel down and start unbuckling the pants of a man when all you've ever done is fantasized. All the so called training you need can't be implemented by any sort of man that you'd actually want to be with. They are masculine, dominant and expecting you to make the effort to be a woman. They don't exist to teach you how to be something they are not. And, seriously, while it's fun to suck your dildos and ride those toys, even the biggest dicks are no match for a good sized dong. But to have someone else control the depth and speed that something is being forced into your throat is an experience that you simply have to get used to in real time.
When I decided to cross the line and post my photos I had to accept what I looked like and who might want to fuck me. Also, I had no real life experience so I had to make some sacrifices in order to get used to being used. The strangest thing though is the reality of having a conversation with a man as the woman he is going to fuck. That, more than anything else, makes it real. This isn't some two dimensional character on a screen. This is three D Dan and he's not just a raging b**st on screen who immediately makes you want to swallow his cum. He's a regular dude with regular ideas and you had better be ready to be honest with yourself about who you are and what you actually want to do versus the easily dismissed fantasy life you live with your cock in hand.
I committed myself to following through with whatever was to happen that first night because I knew the only way to conquer my fetish was to either bring it to life and love it or to bring it to life and know that it wasn't the glorious life I had imagined it to be. Truthfully? It was awkward. He held my hand and I felt the decades of indoctrinated shame well up but I fought it. This was not the all consuming passionate takeover of mind and body of my wildest dreams. I knew he was probably going to try and kiss me and I had no idea how to respond. I tentatively kissed him back when he began. He was experienced, thank goodness, and sort of seemed to know what I was going through. He didn't offer any kind words or encouragement. He just leaned in again and kissed me and ran his hand up and down my legs. I forgot to be ashamed in short order and began passionately kissing this man as if I need it to live. And I did. We just kissed off and on and talked for another hour or more. Then, he asked me to stand up and model my outfit for him. Of course I wore a dress, stocking and the highest cum fuck me heels I owned because that's all part of the fantasy, right? And, of course I felt like a fool but did as he asked and pretended to be his muse even if poorly. And he said, no woman wears an outfit like that unless she wants to get fucked, now do they baby? I didn't say a word. I knew then it was my call and that he would be fine with whatever I decided. So I did just that. I decided. I smiled with perhaps a tinge of blushing cheek knowing he was right and knowing I had made the right choice to meet him. I didn't assume everything else would go without nerves or without shame at first. After all, I had hidden who I truly was for forty years. But when I walked from where I was modeling and teasing him a bit back to where I was standing in front of him I answered his question. I dropped to my knees and began to unbuckle his pants. He just leaned back and let the woman I always wanted to be explore her new world.
Yes, I swallowed his cum. And yes, I felt his balls slapping my ass that night before he pulled out and dumped another load in my mouth. But it wasn't the sex that made the night so memorable. It was the acceptance of myself as I truly was. For so long I had wished and I had wondered. I had pretended a million times but until I held another man's hand in a romantic way I was never sure. He didn't force me. He didn't train me. He didn't abuse me. He simply allowed me to separate the truth from that nebulous world of fetish, fantasy and wishful thinking. He was the first but certainly not the last. Since then I have lived out some of the most degrading and seedy scenarios of my fantasy days in real life more times than I can count. But that's only because doing so is part of who I actually am not some act to get off to.But more importantly I get to do these things because I choose to be the woman who puts herself in those situations and not the sissy who sits on the sideline wishing some else would do it for him.
First of all, let's get real. Most amateur sissy videos feature poorly dressed and hairy men who made little to no effort to feminize themselves riding some sort of dildo while making sure they are staring at themselves in the mirror. The even more rare amateur videos where such ladies are having sex with men the sissy is still trying to make sure she is in focus and frame rather than focusing on her man. Why? Because for most of these gurls it's not at all about being a truly submissive and servile lady. Instead, it's about feeding a fetish fantasy. It's about masturbating to idealized images and having some of this imagery captured on film most often to do little more with than to masturbate to later. When real transgendered gals or truly sub sissy lady's are getting fucked they don't tentatively fiddle around with the cock they engulf it like any real female who was in love with her man would. They don't focus on how they look in the mirror or the camera. Instead they focus of pleasing their man.
I used to be one of those ladies. So concerned with putting together the outfit and masturbating to my own image. I would dress and dildo my ass and masturbate to the idea of being the woman in even the most degrading and abusive porn. But eventually I got tired of wishing I was getting fucked. Eventually I got tired of assembling a killer outfit and learning to spend the day in heels simply to make videos of myself. So I had to make a decision. Was I going to just pretend and stay closeted forever or was I truly transgendered and not just a fantasy tosser? Was I going to going to kneel before a real man and actually swallow his cum or was I going to spend forever wishing?
The first thing I realized was that there was no such thing as k**nappers looking to enslave hapless men into sexual service after transforming them into women and there were no ladies looking to turn beta men into submissive women. Reality and fantasy do not align in the fetish world very often. I had to get better at doing my makeup the way women do... with practice. I had to put in the work to lose weight and tone up. I had to learn to act more feminine and adopt a more truly submissive nature so it wouldn't seem like an act when it came time to actually submit. It's easy to say you'd suck off a hundred guys if given the chance but it's another thing to actually kneel down and start unbuckling the pants of a man when all you've ever done is fantasized. All the so called training you need can't be implemented by any sort of man that you'd actually want to be with. They are masculine, dominant and expecting you to make the effort to be a woman. They don't exist to teach you how to be something they are not. And, seriously, while it's fun to suck your dildos and ride those toys, even the biggest dicks are no match for a good sized dong. But to have someone else control the depth and speed that something is being forced into your throat is an experience that you simply have to get used to in real time.
When I decided to cross the line and post my photos I had to accept what I looked like and who might want to fuck me. Also, I had no real life experience so I had to make some sacrifices in order to get used to being used. The strangest thing though is the reality of having a conversation with a man as the woman he is going to fuck. That, more than anything else, makes it real. This isn't some two dimensional character on a screen. This is three D Dan and he's not just a raging b**st on screen who immediately makes you want to swallow his cum. He's a regular dude with regular ideas and you had better be ready to be honest with yourself about who you are and what you actually want to do versus the easily dismissed fantasy life you live with your cock in hand.
I committed myself to following through with whatever was to happen that first night because I knew the only way to conquer my fetish was to either bring it to life and love it or to bring it to life and know that it wasn't the glorious life I had imagined it to be. Truthfully? It was awkward. He held my hand and I felt the decades of indoctrinated shame well up but I fought it. This was not the all consuming passionate takeover of mind and body of my wildest dreams. I knew he was probably going to try and kiss me and I had no idea how to respond. I tentatively kissed him back when he began. He was experienced, thank goodness, and sort of seemed to know what I was going through. He didn't offer any kind words or encouragement. He just leaned in again and kissed me and ran his hand up and down my legs. I forgot to be ashamed in short order and began passionately kissing this man as if I need it to live. And I did. We just kissed off and on and talked for another hour or more. Then, he asked me to stand up and model my outfit for him. Of course I wore a dress, stocking and the highest cum fuck me heels I owned because that's all part of the fantasy, right? And, of course I felt like a fool but did as he asked and pretended to be his muse even if poorly. And he said, no woman wears an outfit like that unless she wants to get fucked, now do they baby? I didn't say a word. I knew then it was my call and that he would be fine with whatever I decided. So I did just that. I decided. I smiled with perhaps a tinge of blushing cheek knowing he was right and knowing I had made the right choice to meet him. I didn't assume everything else would go without nerves or without shame at first. After all, I had hidden who I truly was for forty years. But when I walked from where I was modeling and teasing him a bit back to where I was standing in front of him I answered his question. I dropped to my knees and began to unbuckle his pants. He just leaned back and let the woman I always wanted to be explore her new world.
Yes, I swallowed his cum. And yes, I felt his balls slapping my ass that night before he pulled out and dumped another load in my mouth. But it wasn't the sex that made the night so memorable. It was the acceptance of myself as I truly was. For so long I had wished and I had wondered. I had pretended a million times but until I held another man's hand in a romantic way I was never sure. He didn't force me. He didn't train me. He didn't abuse me. He simply allowed me to separate the truth from that nebulous world of fetish, fantasy and wishful thinking. He was the first but certainly not the last. Since then I have lived out some of the most degrading and seedy scenarios of my fantasy days in real life more times than I can count. But that's only because doing so is part of who I actually am not some act to get off to.But more importantly I get to do these things because I choose to be the woman who puts herself in those situations and not the sissy who sits on the sideline wishing some else would do it for him.
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