I'm a fun loving sissy that enjoys all things satin and lace. I came across sissies in my teenage years and as time progressed my fascination with becoming one grew ever stronger. I jump at each chance I have to feminize myself to the fullest extent and will continue on my quest to becoming the classiest sissy I can. I enjoy showing the softer, beautiful side of what being a sissy entails.
For me it's the thrill of the taboo and shedding my male persona for something much more delicate and submissive. I love when Mistress holds her whip in my presence and uses it when I step out of line. The feel of the slick satin which caresses my skin and the lace which tickles it sends me ever deeper into submission. I love serving others as their house maid and to take care of all domestic duties so my owner can use her time more proficiently and be unencumbered by the chores of daily life.
The chastity keeps me in helpless want and obedience, because it only takes one mistake for her to postpone my release, thus ensuring I follow her rules accordingly. When I wear diapers it's the submissive relinquishment of one of my most basic bodily functions. During those times, the bathroom is strictly forbidden and I am required to use them for their intended purpose without remit. It is the willful submission to the woman/Mistress I love along with other aspects for why I became a sissy I am today.
It is also the word sissy itself. Generally a derogatory word to describe effeminate and submissive men, of which I am. It's the ability to let go of all power and grant it to someone else while subjecting myself to the abject humiliation and forthright submission it undoubtedly contains. When I am her sissy I am not her equal. I am her submissive, her maid, her play thing.
Twitter: @CleverSissy
Fetlife: CleverSissy
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