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Stormcaps im back from the holidays here are @jackzx43

stormcaps:

I’m back from the holidays. Here are your gifts :p

Ppsperv props to the creator rauk @jackzx43

ppsperv:

Props to the creator, “Rauk”:  http://rauk22captions.blogspot.com/2012/12/voices.html

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just how i feel

Sissypattie2 yerpig thats fucked up keep @jackzx43

sissypattie2:

yerpig:

Thats fucked up!!

Keep exposing all sissy faggots. Please expose me. Sissypattie@yahoo.com. Do not stop until i am outed as a cum swallowing gay faggot.

Rachellecd2003 i almost like the story below i @jackzx43

rachellecd2003:

I Almost Like The Story Below. I Do NOT Like The Humiliation & Rape Slant.

degradedsissy:

Once this occurs you know straight away that the last frontier to your complete and total emasculation has been crossed - irreversibly.

You have been dressing for years but rationalised it away as a ‘harmless fetish’.

Over time, becauseof its association with the sexual arousal that accompanied your crossdresing, you started to be aroused of the feeling of shame and humiliation that was always there when you crossdressed..

You began to take greater risks - dressing partially and then fully and going out at night; then going to gay bars to be seen; then going to the mall in broad daylight; all the time dressing every more effeminately.

You needed a bigger and bigger hit each time and took increasingly bigger risks to achieve it. It was like an addictive drug you couldn’t get off.

Eventually, you sucked you first cock. And then another. And another…

You weren’t gay. You weren’t queer. You weren’t a fag (although that word was always wafting around in the back of your mind as you felt the girlyness of being on your stockinged knees sucking off yet another guy.

It was just a bit of role play. Experimentation. Whatever the rationalisation.

Then one day you are in a hotel bar on a business trip.

You have dressed up in a ridiculously sissy satin pink maids outfit, white sheer stockings, pink stilettos, a diamanté collaran andbfrilly sissy panties.

You know it will attract attention. Bemusement. Derision.

But the the feel and look of the clothes and the magnetic, erotic allure of being seen dressed like that in a bar at a hotel at which you are staying proves irresistible.

You are out of town. No one will recognise you.

You have a wine in your room to work up the courage.

Suddenly you are mincing out of the elevator into a crowded hotel lobby.

The friction of your sheer white stockings brushing against eact other is and enormous rush, as they shimmer under the bright lights if the hotel lobby.

You feel your heels are clicking a hundred times louder than they actually are.

You feel that everyone is staring at you.

They probably are. Wasn’t that the point?

You walk into the bar and sit yourself on a stool demurely, caressing your stockinged knees suggestively, but nervously.

An hour later, youve have had a glass too many.

A guy in a suit, who has also had a glass or two too many comes over to chat you up.

You are intrigued but in control and decide to let the situation go through the motions.

Next he is caressing your stockinged knees and the your thighs, then his hand is working your swollen crutch as he thrusts his strong manly tongue down your throat.

You don’t enjoy the sensation of being kissed by a man or the scratching from his stubble, but it all makes you feel so delightfully submissive and girly.

There comes a pint where you realise you are not in control, but you let it go on (as if you have a choice by now, stupid sissy). After all you’ll just give him a blow job and he’ll go away happy.

Next you are in his hotel room.

Before you have a chance to drop to your knees and unzip his fly, he is holding both you hands behind you and forces you onto the bed, face down.

You feel helpless and pathetic. He is so much stronger than you…especially whilst you are in stilettos and dressed as you are.

Next you feel his pulsating manliness ripping into you behind,

It’s painful. It’s degrading. It’s not pleasant.

But somehow the helplessness and humiliation of your situation is intensely arousing, although your cock is locked away in a chastity device, which only enhances the humiliation and helplessness.

Ther is a kind of intense feeling of else if that comes with total surrender.

Next you feel his hot juices filling up inside of you.

You are in tears.

You feel so weak. So powerless.

You are just being used as a pathetic prop for another man’s sexual gratification and you have surrendered and are allowing it to happen.

It is devastating; debasing; emasculating.

Yet so ecstatically arousing. The ultimate girly experience.

As he finishes he pushes your face into the pillow and contemptuously exclaims that word: “faggot!”

Ther it is. What you have always been deluding yourself into believing that you are not.

You know he is right.

There is now no rationalisation that you can hide behind.

He does up his fly an leaves, as you lie there limply; motionless; pathetically. Unable to move a muscle but whimpering and sobbing like a girl.

You know that you have passed the point of no return.

You can no longer be a man. And you know you can not be a real woman.

Suddenly, puff! You are now a sissy. A fag. Forever.

Strangely the realisation fills you with self-loathing and arousal simultaneously. A sense of horror and ecstasy all at once. A paradox you have been graduating towards for some time.

You spend the rest of the night, lying there, face down, crying intermittently, wallowing in your girlyness, his cum,still inside you.

But you remain torn between the agony and the ecstasy.

You wonder where it all went wrong.

But deep inside you know that this is where you were always going to end up.

Sissy. Faggot. For life.

Grover3 how to make your faggot drool be sure @jackzx43

grover3:

How to make your faggot drool.  Be sure to hold his head tight with two hands so he can’t lunge to get it in his mouth.   Tease him like this for a couple minutes and he’ll be in a cock sucking frenzy, and his mouth will be all slobbered up with fag drool.

Pyrated812 oh god yes choke me with it @jackzx43

pyrated812:

Oh god yes- choke me with it

Sissycuckcumdump i believe in sucking cock on @jackzx43

sissycuckcumdump:

I believe in sucking cock on the first date

Degradedsissy1 you are dressed in your short @jackzx43

degradedsissy1:

You are dressed in your short, black, pleated skirt, a pair of glossy anthracite pantyhose, your 5” black patent, stiletto pumps, black satin lace-trimmed panties and a matching black bra, and a see-through chips don blouse.

You’ve finished it off with your favourite shoulder length blonde wig, soft make-up, pink lipstick and matching nail polish, some feminine perfume, and some bling jewellery.

But this time it’s not to admire yourself in the mirror, as you have done many hundreds of times before, or to take a daring walk out in public, or to tease travelling businessmen in the lobby bar at the nearby Hyatt, which you have recently found the courage to do.

This time you are in a man’s room, on your stockinged knees.

You have a real man’s throbbing manhood between your painted lips.

With two quick bursts its over.

Your mouth is overflowing with a man’s juices.

You can try to spit it out, but it cannot change what’s just happened.

Suddenly, you are no longer a “curious crossdresser” or a “recreational transvestite”.

In a second, you are a fully credentialed sissy. A screaming faggot!

You have crossed the point of no return that you always thought you would never cross.

You are filled with remorse, revulsion and self-loathing which plays on your mind for days if not weeks.

You have passed the point of no return.

There is no going back.

You start to realise that you have become what you now are, not because you have crossed some threshold, but that you have probably been a sissy from the moment of your first “innocent” experiment in slipping a soft, sheer woman’s stocking up your leg, all those years ago.

You start to realise that this was not so much a choice, as a necessary and unavoidable landmark to you inevitable destination.

As depressing as it can be to acknowledge your defeat as a man and to surrender to what you now know you were always destined to become, it is also somewhat liberating to know that you no longer need to convince yourself that you are what you are not.

The self-deceit is finally over.

Degradedsissy1 now because its your first @jackzx43

degradedsissy1:

Now because it’s your first time, faggot, this is going to hurt.

You probably won’t enjoy it.

You’ll probably want to have a good cry afterwards.

But this is what happens to you when you wear pretty stockings and panties and paint your face with makeup.

It goes with the territory.

You’ll be devastated for weeks - maybe months lamenting how you “lost” your manhood; how you became a faggot!

The truth is you never were a man.

Real men don’t wear prissy stockings and mince about in girly clothes.

You’ve pretty much surrendered any pretensions to manhood you may have had.

That sad little thing between your legs? It doesn’t make you a man.

It’s more or less redundant.

Overtime you will look back at this moment.

It will never be a nostalgic reminiscence for you, but you will come to understand that I have spared you years of delusion and I have spared many women the pain of your deception as you seek to use them to vainly validate your masculinity.

Going through the motions of pretending your a man, whilst painfully and tortuously coming to terms with the fact that you are, and could never be anything other than a limp-wristed sissy living a life of shame in faggotry is a long, slow, traumatic process.

I’m sparing you that.

You are and will always be a sissy.

Your life will be one of shame, submission and sexual use and abuse by men. I can’t change that. You can’t change that. No one can.

But the sooner you resign yourself to it and accept it, the sooner you can move on from the torture of trying to be what you can never be.

Now go and have a good cry, and start to come to terms with having a real man inside you and and to being filled with a real a real man’s semen.

Yes, it’s humiliating and emasculating, but It is something you will have to get used to, for this is the rest of your life.

If you think of it as part of the girlie experience that goes with wearing stockings, makeup and girlie clothes you will come to terms with it more quickly.

Who know, princess! You may even grow to like it.

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I admit it @jackzx43

i admit it…..

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mysissywantstobeout:

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this is so accurate  i  i really must be a sissy

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blood6338:

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Well of course.  That’s a sissies purpose in life.

Degradedsissy1 you are dressed in your short @jackzx43

degradedsissy1:

You are dressed in your short, black, pleated skirt, a pair of glossy anthracite pantyhose, your 5” black patent, stiletto pumps, black satin lace-trimmed panties and a matching black bra, and a see-through chips don blouse.

You’ve finished it off with your favourite shoulder length blonde wig, soft make-up, pink lipstick and matching nail polish, some feminine perfume, and some bling jewellery.

But this time it’s not to admire yourself in the mirror, as you have done many hundreds of times before, or to take a daring walk out in public, or to tease travelling businessmen in the lobby bar at the nearby Hyatt, which you have recently found the courage to do.

This time you are in a man’s room, on your stockinged knees.

You have a real man’s throbbing manhood between your painted lips.

With two quick bursts its over.

Your mouth is overflowing with a man’s juices.

You can try to spit it out, but it cannot change what’s just happened.

Suddenly, you are no longer a “curious crossdresser” or a “recreational transvestite”.

In a second, you are a fully credentialed sissy. A screaming faggot!

You have crossed the point of no return that you always thought you would never cross.

You are filled with remorse, revulsion and self-loathing which plays on your mind for days if not weeks.

You have passed the point of no return.

There is no going back.

You start to realise that you have become what you now are, not because you have crossed some threshold, but that you have probably been a sissy from the moment of your first “innocent” experiment in slipping a soft, sheer woman’s stocking up your leg, all those years ago.

You start to realise that this was not so much a choice, as a necessary and unavoidable landmark to you inevitable destination.

As depressing as it can be to acknowledge your defeat as a man and to surrender to what you now know you were always destined to become, it is also somewhat liberating to know that you no longer need to convince yourself that you are what you are not.

The self-deceit is finally over.

Degradedsissy1 you are dressed in your short @jackzx43

degradedsissy1:

You are dressed in your short, black, pleated skirt, a pair of glossy anthracite pantyhose, your 5” black patent, stiletto pumps, black satin lace-trimmed panties and a matching black bra, and a see-through chips don blouse.

You’ve finished it off with your favourite shoulder length blonde wig, soft make-up, pink lipstick and matching nail polish, some feminine perfume, and some bling jewellery.

But this time it’s not to admire yourself in the mirror, as you have done many hundreds of times before, or to take a daring walk out in public, or to tease travelling businessmen in the lobby bar at the nearby Hyatt, which you have recently found the courage to do.

This time you are in a man’s room, on your stockinged knees.

You have a real man’s throbbing manhood between your painted lips.

With two quick bursts its over.

Your mouth is overflowing with a man’s juices.

You can try to spit it out, but it cannot change what’s just happened.

Suddenly, you are no longer a “curious crossdresser” or a “recreational transvestite”.

In a second, you are a fully credentialed sissy. A screaming faggot!

You have crossed the point of no return that you always thought you would never cross.

You are filled with remorse, revulsion and self-loathing which plays on your mind for days if not weeks.

You have passed the point of no return.

There is no going back.

You start to realise that you have become what you now are, not because you have crossed some threshold, but that you have probably been a sissy from the moment of your first “innocent” experiment in slipping a soft, sheer woman’s stocking up your leg, all those years ago.

You start to realise that this was not so much a choice, as a necessary and unavoidable landmark to you inevitable destination.

As depressing as it can be to acknowledge your defeat as a man and to surrender to what you now know you were always destined to become, it is also somewhat liberating to know that you no longer need to convince yourself that you are what you are not.

The self-deceit is finally over.

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