degradedsissy1:You can almost touch the intense humiliation this sissy is experiencing in this image
degradedsissy1:You can almost touch the intense humiliation this sissy is experiencing in this image.No doubt it once pretended to be a man.But now it is out doing the grocery shopping, dressed in pantyhose, stiletto heels and a very tight, short, revealing blue dress.It doesn’t “pass”. It probably isn’t even trying to.It knows that everyone sees a sissy - a defeated, former man, dressed up in women’s clothing - in abject humiliation, in full public view, in a busy supermarket. You can almost feel the stares; the sniggers; the snide asides; the sarcastic wolf-whistles.You can certainly feel the intensity of its burning public shame.Yet for us sissies, we can also, vicariously experience the electricity of the intensity of the arousal it feels, not just from the tactile pleasures it derives from the feeling of its sheer pantyhose and tight min-dress; not just from the highly audible cluck of its stilettos as it minces effeminately about in public; not just from the girlieness of the whole experience.We are also intensely aroused and excited by the intensity of its shame and humiliation in public, for everyone to witness.For most people such public humiliation would be unbearable.For us sissies it induces an unusual paradox - an unimaginable destruction of self-esteem, coupled with the most intense erotic arousal.We are turned on by our own defeat and destruction.Many of us have experienced it before and feel irresistibly impelled to do it again and again, regardless of what it may mean for our relationships; our friendships; our social position or our jobs.Those who have not experienced it before dream of doing it, and most probably will do it one day.It’s not one of those experiences that, once you’ve done it, you tick it off the the list.It’s an experience you will find irresistible - luck some vice like, powerful addiction, from which you can’t escape.It’s an addiction I sometimes wish I dos not have but, perversely, if someone offered me the opportunity to cure me completely; to turn back the clock and be the regular, successful man, with a wife and children, that I had had envisaged myself becoming, before my addiction to women’s clothing and effeminacy, and later, to intense humiliation took control, I would probably decline the opportunity. -- source link