Once a sissy has been used by a man once, it is a kind of opening of the floodgates.
It will find itself in this situation again and again and again.
When dressed in women’s clothing and a man wants to relieve his sexual tensions, the weak sissy is must like plasticine in his hands.
It will just meekly and malleable position itself, face down on his bed, or over whatever object he nominates and allow itself to be used in whichever way he chooses.
Some sissies, are actually attracted to me an may draw some sexual satisfaction for themselves from this.
I suspect the majority are not sexually attracted to men but submit themselves anyhow.
The first time is a highly traumatic epiphany that has been years, maybe decades in the making.
It is the final rubicon that it has vowed it will never cross.
But it eventually does - whether out of pure weakness and submission; whether it is forced; whether it is drugged or intoxicated, or often just out of sheer curiosity to to get it out of its system.
For a sissy in the latter category this will have a familiar ring, for it only finds itself in this situation because of that curiosity all those years ago, when it first wanted to try on a pair of stockings or silky panties - “just this once” to satisfy the curiosity.
It knows by now that it is not strong enough to stop it happening again. The fact that it is even in this situation, when it has told itself for sol long that this is a situation it would never allow itself to be in, should be a reliable guide to the future.
Despite the trauma of “losing its manhood” (even though it’s manhood deserted it many years ago, if indeed it had any at all) and the fact that it probably didn’t enjoy it, it will do it again.
By the time a sissy has come this far, it has come to accept that weakness, submission and defeat are its natural disposition and shame and degradation have become a powerful source of arousal.
Once the floodgates have been opened, it will be repeated, time and time again - in countless hotel rooms; in restrooms; down alleyways; at roadside rest stops; in cars; in gloryholes and adult book shops.
Most of the men will be anonymous, maybe even faceless. They may be young, old, well built, scrawny or obese - it doesn’t matter. It’s about the surrender.
As it lies there abjectly dressed in its stockings and high-heels and girlie clothes, allowing countless men to sodomise it; to pound it brutally; to grind themselves to climax slowly - as it feels it’s loins being filled with the juices of real men, it’s mind is in a kind of haze.
It its not participating in this at all. It is being used like an object.
It’s mind is totally absorbed in its degradation and reconfirmation of its status as a sissy and a faggot.