Humiliation and the Sissy, Part 1 - Is it Embarrassing to be a Sissy?

In this series I want to talk about the relationship between sissies and humiliation, a subject that is more complex than it might at first seem. Much of this complexity arises from the different lifestyles and situations in which a sissy might find herself. I am going to start with two of the most basic questions: Is it humiliating just being a sissy? And, is being humiliated something a sissy should expect?

First of all, the dictionary definition of "humiliate" is "to injure the self-respect of : MORTIFY - humiliation (n)." And, since humiliation is closely related to embarrassment, the most relevant definition of "embarrass" is "to cause to experience self-conscious distress." In addition, the definition of "humility" is "the quality or state of being humble" where the adjective "humble" means "1. not proud or haughty," "2. not pretentious," or "3. insignificant."

Since it is the easiest one, I'll start with "humility." Humility, being humble, is of course an integral part of being a sissy. A sissy is not proud or haughty, and definitely not pretentious. As for the third definition, "insignificant," I feel that it does not apply. A sissy might describe herself as "insignificant," but I do not agree. No one is insignificant, whether man, woman, or sissy. In fact, I would argue that sissies are more beneficial to society than men, but that is a subject for a later essay.

Humility and humiliation are not the same thing, but they are related in interesting ways. For one thing, humiliation (injury to self-respect) in the form of embarrassment (the experience of self-conscious distress) is useful, often even necessary, to teach sissies lessons in humility. On the other hand, the more humility a sissy possesses, the more humble she is, the less likely she is to be embarrassed, and therefore humiliated, in situations that would be completely mortifying to any real man.

So, regarding the first of the questions that I started with: Is it humiliating just being a sissy? My answer is a bit subtle but I would say no, not necessarily. However, being a sissy often does, and probably even should, lead to situations in which the sissy experiences humiliation and embarrassment. In most cases, a sissy should view these situations as learning experiences, as lessons in humility.

Which leads naturally to the second question: Is being humiliated something a sissy should expect? To this, I would say yes, as a sissy you should expect to be humiliated and embarrassed at some point. It might happen when someone discovers your secret, like when your wife catches you dressed up in women's clothes. Or maybe as the result of a situation that you put yourself in, like hearing teen-aged girls giggle at you as you shop in the lingerie section of a department store. If you are a sissy, and have never been embarrassed because of it, maybe you just aren't trying hard enough!

What do you think dear readers? Is it humiliating or embarrassing to be a sissy? Is being embarrassed at times important in your development as a sissy? Let me know what you think, either in the comments, or in YM or email (jackiesissy@yahoo.com), or in chat at Club Sissy. Hope to hear from you!

Stay tuned for part two of the "Humiliation and the Sissy" series, and thanks so much for reading!

Miss Barbara Reminds Jackie of Her Place as a Sissy

Well... I'm ready. One last look in the mirror and I see... well, a sissy, what else? One more reminder of the purpose behind this whole exercise. There is nothing in the mirror that would allow me to think I was looking at the reflection of a man. It is not the reflection of a woman, that is certainly true, but no real man would allow himself to look like the person in the mirror. That person is shaved hairless from face-to-toe, powdered, and dressed in a short, pink baby-doll nightie with ruffly panties peeking out below the hem. Adding to the effect, but not visible in the mirror of course, is the four-inch penis-shaped plug that is inserted... well, lets just say inserted. A wistful sigh, one last mental reminder that I really do need this, and I go downstairs to the living room where Miss Barbara awaits.
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"Ah, there's my little sissy! Aren't you just adorable?" Miss Barbara greets me cheerfully.

"Thank you Miss Barbara," I respond, giving a little curtsy, just as she expects.

"Oh you are so welcome Jackie. Give us a little spin." I dutifully spin around, once, twice, the hem of the baby-doll nightie floats up and exposes my frilly ruffle panties. She nods approvingly, "Oh yes, that is just perfect. And your pacifier is in place, correct?"

"Of course, Miss Barbara."

"Then we're all ready aren't we?"

"Yes ma'am," I respond.

"Well then," she unbuttons her blouse and is soon topless. She pats her lap, "Let's get this over with, shall we?" I move toward the couch.
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I'm laying on the couch, the back of my neck in the crook of her right arm. She is holding me to her breasts and I suckle at her nipples as she talks to me.

"I know you were looking at those women. What were you thinking about?" Her left hand caresses me through my panties as she talks.

"I was wishing I could be like them." I knew what she was asking about, there was no reason to deny it. It was a Victoria's Secret commercial. She didn't change the channel when it came on. I tried to remain impassive while it played and thought I succeeded.

"Aww, that's nice. Of course you were, but are you sure that was all?" I had tried not to think anything while the commercial played, but the women were so beautiful in their pretty bras and panties.

"Yes ma'am, I'm sure. I only wanted to be like they are."

"Well, it's nice to dream but I know that you know that you can never really be like them. You just had a look that made me think you were thinking about... something more." She deftly extracts me from the panties as she holds my mouth to her nipples. "But of course that would be silly, right Jackie?" She strokes me even though I don't have a full erection, the "pacifier" makes sure of that.

"Yes Miss Barbara, that would be silly."

"And why is that, Jackie? Why would that be silly?" Her hand is still playing with me and it feels so good. I don't want her to stop and I don't want to stop suckling to answer, but I do.

"Because women like that have no use for a little sissy like me."

"That's right, Jackie, women like that need a real man, not a little sissy like you. What would those women think if they could see you now? They would get such a laugh! And look how little you are! I'm barely able to hold on enough to do this." She stops and loosens her arm so she can look me in the eyes.

"Please don't stop Miss Barbara."

"I won't sweetheart, just remember what we talked about. And tell me what you want." She starts again with her left hand.

"Yes ma'am, I'll remember. I want milk. Please Miss Barbara, give me milk."

She pulls me back to her nipples and I suck. "I will Jackie, sissy milk for the sissy." I lose control and release into her hand. She catches it and I taste the milk as she dribbles it down her breast.

"I love you Miss Barbara."

"I love you too Jackie."

A Muslim Mistress in the Making?

I have been chatting as "Jackie Goodsissy" or "JackieSissy" on the Internet for years. Over those years I have become friendly with women from all over the world. The relationships I am most proud of are those with women from strict, male-dominated cultures like the Philippines, Indonesia, Malaysia and Africa. The reason is simple: I feel that it is especially important for women in those societies to see an alternative to the curse of male domination.

Now I have exciting news. One of my oldest and dearest chat friends is a woman named Putri ("Miss Putri" to me of course) from Indonesia. We have chatted regularly since she was a teenager. Well, now she is in her twenties and recently told me that she is getting married! This is exciting but what is really thrilling is what else she told me. She said she wants her marriage to be like mine and Miss Barbara's. When I asked her what she meant, she told me she wanted to be the "boss" in her home and wished for her husband to be a sissy ("like you")!

My jaw almost hit the keyboard tray. For one thing, in our early chats Miss Putri said in no uncertain terms that she thought I might be literally crazy. She could not conceive why a man would dress "womanly" and consider his wife to be his superior. The closest thing to a sissy she knew of were the "lady boys", male prostitutes that impersonate women. I was able to show her profiles (this was on the old Friendster social network) of my sissy friends, even some in Indonesia, and show that there are sissies everywhere.

Over the years I chatted about women being superior to men and how the world would be a better place if women were in charge. I was always a polite and respectful example of a good sissy husband. At first she told me how cruel Miss Barbara was to not allow me to be a man. I explained that Miss Barb was actually compassionate and understanding and guided me out of my failed attempt at manhood.

To make a long story short(ish), Miss Putri has a strong independent streak and says that "hubby" (as we call him) is not exactly aggressive. She is sure she can exercise influence over him and now we talk about ways to influence him in a feminine direction. This is going to be fun!

Miss Putri gave me permission to tell her story and she says she will be happy to chat with my sissy friends. So sissy friends, if it works out that we are on Yahoo Messenger at the same time, I will be happy to introduce you to her. But, and this is important, you must be respectful. No "sex talk"! She is very sweet and reserved and this is definitely not a cyber-sex thing.

So, add me (jackiesissy@yahoo.com) to your YM and we can chat. And if it works out, I might introduce you to my friend and a potential Muslim Mistress in the making!