This is the second part in a series about the relationship between sissies and humiliation. This time I want to expand on the idea that sissies should expect, and even seek, humiliation and use embarrassment as a teaching and learning opportunity.
It is possible for you to be a sissy and never be embarrassed. You can order panties, bras, dresses, maid uniforms, makeup, wigs... pretty much anything your little heart desires, online. You can hide all of your girly things from friends and family, dates, lovers and wives, and live in fear that somebody might find something. You can dress up in private and nobody will ever see you. You can be as sissy as you want online, make friends, have fun, be part of a community, and no one in the "real world" ever has to know. All of this is well and good, but for most sissies this should not be enough.
A sissy needs to push the envelope in some way, to be challenged. And how is a sissy challenged? One way is to get herself into situations where she might be embarrassed. Shopping for panties is a good and very common example. Most sissies get very nervous when they first shop for panties of their own, I know I did. And why is this? A number of reasons might be given: "Somebody might see me." "Somebody might know the panties are for me." "Somebody might laugh at me." They all come down to the same thing: "Somebody might realize I am a sissy." And if somebody realizes you are a sissy you will be embarrassed, humiliated.
Is the fact that you might be humiliated a good reason not to shop for panties? No! It is a good reason to shop for panties! The truth is, somebody, maybe several people, will certainly realize that you are a sissy. At a minimum the cashier will know. It might be embarrassing but there are at least two reasons that this is a good thing: 1) It spreads the idea that some "men" are sissies and 2) It gets you used to the fact that you yourself are a sissy.
The first point is important because the more people that know about sissies, the more sissies there might be. Suppose only one person, the cashier, realizes you are a sissy (and she will). It might give her ideas about her husband. Or she might tell her husband which might give him ideas of his own. She could tell her girlfriends which might give them ideas about their husbands or boyfriends. Or they might tell their husbands or boyfriends and give them ideas of their own! Now multiply this effect by the number of people that see you shopping for panties. The point is, you never know how far the sissy influence might spread.
The second point is important because if you are a sissy, you should feel like a sissy. And you never feel more like a sissy than when you are embarrassed because you know somebody else sees you as a sissy. There's no undoing it, no talking them out of it. They know it and you know it. You might as well accept it, and accept that more people will know it over time. This is a very powerful reinforcement of your identity as a sissy and not a man. Basically, it makes you more of a sissy because it makes it easier to be a sissy.
I'll explore the second point more in part three of the "Humiliation and the Sissy" series. Until then, let me know what you think. Are there any more advantages of humiliating yourself as a sissy? What ways have you embarrassed yourself by revealing your true sissy self? See you next time and thanks so much for reading!
Friday, October 26, 2012
Friday, October 12, 2012
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!
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!
Monday, September 17, 2012
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."
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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."
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