degradedsissy1: Yes, pansy, you open it! Of course I expect you to answer the doorbell. You’re
degradedsissy1: Yes, pansy, you open it! Of course I expect you to answer the doorbell. You’re not just here to parade around in private in pantyhose and heels, wearing pretty sissy dresses. It could be one of the neighbours, one of the boys you used to go drinking with, or your mother or your sister. Or it could be the handyman I employed to do the jobs that you weren’t man enough to do. Or it could be the delivery man with the chastity belt I measured you up for. But you know the deal - this is for keeps, not for play. You agreed to do all washing, ironing, cooking, cleaning, to serve my guests, put out the garbage, answer the door and whatever other chores I set for you,if you were allowed to mince about the house in women’s clothes and heels. And you agreed to do the shopping. You no longer own any boy clothes in any case. So what on earth did you think you were going to do the shopping in, or to greet guests in or answer the door in? It was a hot little fantasy at the time, but you really didn’t think about what it meant in reality, did you? Well, if I am be married to an effeminate, mincing sissy, instead of the man I though I was marrying, then I am not going to carry the full burden of that, whilst you still pretend to the outside world that you are a normal husband; a real man. Your not any type of man. You are a faggy little sissy that prefers to prance around in girlie clothes, and stockings and heels and everyone will know that soon enough. Now, open that damned door welcome to the rest of your life. Mmm -- source link