degradedsissy1:My darling, I just love these moments when we are alone. It is as if we become one.
degradedsissy1: My darling, I just love these moments when we are alone. It is as if we become one. We experience the same sensation; the same emotion; the same thoughts. When our painted lips meet, I feel more than just the pleasure of kissing you, it’s as if I also feel what you feel as I kiss you and and as if you feel what I am feeling. The same as our stockinged legs entwine. I feel not only there soft, feminine erotic friction as your sheer stockinged legs softly caress against mine, but also sense what you are feeling as my stocking sheathed legs caress yours. I feel not only my pretty bra tightly embracing my chest, but also seem to feel yours embracing your chest as well. As our chastity belts clunk against each other, I feel not only the sense of weakness, impotence, frustration and emasculation that I have experienced since I let go of any residual pretensions to manhood but I sense yours as well. It’s like an echo chamber. It’s if each other’s emasculation; our girly sissiness; our humiliation; are resonating if each other - it provides a sort of deepened and amplified richness to our pitiful sissiness. When I see you helpless in your chains and shackles as our owner uses and abuses you sexually, I not only see the tears in your eyes as he brutally sodomises you. I feel the pain your are going through. I feel the degradation; the shame; the objectification; the vulnerability; the helplessness as I see any sense of self respect draining our of you….. ….for I feel the same as he does it to me, and I see in your eyes that you are suffering it with me as you watch him do it to me. So when we are intimate with each other it feels so narcissistic as if we are being making live to ourselves - but in stereo. To the vanilla world, we are objects of scored, derision and ridicule. To him we are just objects of contempt to be used for his own gratification as required. But to each other, at least, we are equals. We are one, even We are the only people understand each other’s perverse euphoria that we derive from our girliness and degradation. I love you my darling. Sissies in love. -- source link