As Myrna marched out of the bathroom, I suddenly realized how horny I was. It had been four months since I was last permitted to cum, and I had at least another two weeks of total chastity staring me in the face. And I had a funny feeling Myrna would certainly find ample reason to give me at least the five demerits necessary to keep me frustrated for an addition 3 months. I knew from Day One that you were no man. Certainly not man enough for MY daughter! I really am very happy she found Tyrone. Now THERE's a REAL MAN!" Here a former self-identified male describes how his girlfriend systematically sissified him and destroyed his initial resistance: Maid outfits—and maid activities such as dusting and serving beverages—often play a role in the fantasy. I never felt so humiliated in my life. To think that I would be spending the next two weeks with this witch was unbearable.

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i had no choice but to give up and give in to Myrna's iron-clad control over me. I felt my mind breaking, and my entire purpose in life was to please and obey her, no matter how embarrassed or humiliated I was, just with the hope that I might feel the delicious release of cumming one more time before the next lengthy period of total enforced chastity. Satin briefs, silk bikinis, and a huge assortment of beautiful control briefs and ruffly tennis panties awaited my attention. I paid close attention to each pair, scrubbing the crotches with a little brush. For each pair I would empty the sink, refill it with cool clear water, and rinse them thoroughly. Then, I hung each one on its own individual hanger and let them drip into the tub.I nervously followed her into the living room, my sissy baby-doll swaying to and fro, my heart pounding. I briefly took a glimpse of Myrna's sexy hips wiggling sensuously in her red-hot tennis skirt. Myrna was 60 years old, but had a body any woman that age would die for. She stood almost six feet tall in heels, and had a voluptuous figure that still turned men's heads. Certainly not a pretty woman, she more than made up for it with her beautiful body, lots of impeccably applied makeup, and her classic and well-practiced femininity.

I knew I had to give the correct answer or risk another demerit. "I'm so happy Jill is having a good time, Mother," was my pathetic answer. Her full head of long platinum-white hair was fluffed and teased into a huge halo around her head. Myrna had the most beautiful skin I have ever seen on a 60-year-old woman. Firm and darkly tanned, she looked magnificent -- and frighteningly sexy. Discover how feminine feelings and submissive desires come together with our books specially for sissies: Slowly I rotated, like the models on QVC that Jill had me closely study and emulate. Myrna laughed out loud.I pressed the button to close the garage door, and nervously entered my mother-in-law's house - a fluffy little baby-doll, perched on 5-inch heels - feeling every bit like the little sissy I knew I was. I closed the door behind me, and stood alone in the mirrored foyer, awaiting the woman who be my cruel, stern Mistress for the next two weeks: my mother-in-law!

As I once again stood at attention in the center of Myrna's beautifully appointed living room, she sat in a large green velvet chair and crossed her gorgeous legs. For a few moments there was silence. I was actually sweating. Sissification implied that he was a pathetic weakling, a failure at being masculine during an era when masculinity was the ultimate goal for all males.These days, in a climate where masculinity is seen as more toxic and dangerous than virtuous and heroic, some men are going out of their way trying to earn the privilege of being called a sissy. They willingly put themselves through a systematic process of physical and psychological self-emasculation known as “sissification.”Also known as “forced feminisation,” Wikipedia describes the sissification process as:Myrna gave me a look of absolute disdain as she turned and left me to my sissy task. I felt completely defeated. A professional “sissy trainer” describes how she turns males into sissies by snuffing out their masculinity: Myrna led the way up the stairs. As I followed behind, I looked up and got a glimpse of my mother-in-law's firm, sexy bottom, encased in shiny white satin tennis panties. I spun around on my heel to see my mother-in-law enter the room. I felt myself swell pathetically in my super-tight gaff.