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Childlike sissies under the strict control of much younger ladies
#11
I have found younger ladies naturally dominant and controlling . Once any male submits, they will tend to push further.
I am a sissy, I serve Women, renounce my silly attempts at false maleness, and surrender to my sissyhood as who I am best to be.
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#12
(08-29-2019, 08:40 PM)Sissycindylynn Wrote: I have found younger ladies naturally dominant and controlling . Once any male submits, they will tend to push further.

That has been my experience, also.  I had to deal with both a younger female babysitter and my younger female cousin being in charge of me in my early teen years.  They both seemed delighted at having control over me.  Later on, I also had to cope with my younger sister, who also relished it when Mommy left her "in charge."  
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#13
Thinking about it, somewhere younger females have their naturally surfacing dominance squashed, rather than encouraged. It should be encouraged .
I am a sissy, I serve Women, renounce my silly attempts at false maleness, and surrender to my sissyhood as who I am best to be.
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#14
Childlike sissies under the strict control of much younger ladies. Has anyone given any thought to Childlike sissies under the strict control of much younger males such as a brother or cousin? I'm sure such a thing would be just as humiliating to be the sissy amongst a family of male siblings. Especially when they would have their friends both male and female around the house. 

   

   
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(09-18-2019, 10:09 AM)Andrew Jane Wrote: Childlike sissies under the strict control of much younger ladies. Has anyone given any thought to Childlike sissies under the strict control of much younger males such as a brother or cousin? I'm sure such a thing would be just as humiliating to be the sissy amongst a family of male siblings. Especially when they would have their friends both male and female around the house. 

What an interesting spin on a lot of our fantasies: being a helpless, obedient sissy to a strict (sometimes bullying) authority figure. Most of the fantasies here shared are of weak, inferior males finding themselves under the control (willingly or not) of superior women. Still, I think many of us might get some of the same thrills under the authority of a superior younger male, especially those of us with gay or bi leanings or fantasies. Now, of course, I'm talking about a situation where both the sissy and superior younger male are of age or maybe both are teenage. I'm also thinking in terms of the superior not being a member of the sissy's family. So, let's take the case of another boy at school or from the neighborhood or even a friend/roomie understanding the sissy for what she is -- a helpless, obedient, frilly inferior who should obey superiors (both females and "real" men) or face consequences. In a situation like that, I could definitely see the thrill of having to obey and serve a stronger, younger man and it being a very exciting prospect. I think many of us probably have some males from our youth who we would not have minded submitting to if we could go back in time.

If you are to remove all sexuality from the situation, I do think there could be some joy/embarrassment in being, say, the sissy sibling of touch, manly brothers.

<3SMR
There once was a sissy so fair/ Who went out to breathe the fresh air/ When a bully did try to pull her panties aside/ He was surprised to find that she had a spare pair!
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(09-23-2019, 11:18 AM)SissyMistyRose Wrote: What an interesting spin on a lot of our fantasies: being a helpless, obedient sissy to a strict (sometimes bullying) authority figure...

...So, let's take the case of another boy at school or from the neighborhood or even a friend/roomie understanding the sissy for what she is -- a helpless, obedient, frilly inferior who should obey superiors (both females and "real" men) or face consequences. In a situation like that, I could definitely see the thrill of having to obey and serve a stronger, younger man and it being a very exciting prospect. I think many of us probably have some males from our youth who we would not have minded submitting to if we could go back in time.

If you are to remove all sexuality from the situation, I do think there could be some joy/embarrassment in being, say, the sissy sibling of touch, manly brothers.

Thank you SissyMistyRose this has been a favorite scenario of mine for many years. 

   

   

   
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(09-25-2019, 07:28 AM)Andrew Jane Wrote:
(09-23-2019, 11:18 AM)SissyMistyRose Wrote: What an interesting spin on a lot of our fantasies: being a helpless, obedient sissy to a strict (sometimes bullying) authority figure...

...So, let's take the case of another boy at school or from the neighborhood or even a friend/roomie understanding the sissy for what she is -- a helpless, obedient, frilly inferior who should obey superiors (both females and "real" men) or face consequences. In a situation like that, I could definitely see the thrill of having to obey and serve a stronger, younger man and it being a very exciting prospect. I think many of us probably have some males from our youth who we would not have minded submitting to if we could go back in time.

If you are to remove all sexuality from the situation, I do think there could be some joy/embarrassment in being, say, the sissy sibling of touch, manly brothers.

Thank you SissyMistyRose this has been a favorite scenario of mine for many years. 
Thanks for the kind words, Andrew Jane, and I adore those lovely captions. Additionally, I have some other fantasies that have come from reading sissy fiction. One is a special school where men and women can turn back the clock and regress to being back in school. However, the men have the option of attending the school as sissies. This creates that dynamic of weak bois, like ourselves, having to try to survive and negotiate not only a school of superior women who can control us as they like but now of superior "real" men, too. While bullying is a serious issue, when it comes to fantasies, it can be just what the sissy orders. Another story I read allowed rich young men coming of age to select and own a sissy for their personal use and amusement. Again, a taboo idea, but one that I think might make a lot of sissy peepees around here stiff. And, of course, there are also my high school crushes <3!<3!

<3SMR
There once was a sissy so fair/ Who went out to breathe the fresh air/ When a bully did try to pull her panties aside/ He was surprised to find that she had a spare pair!
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#18
I was never 'controlled' by a younger boy as such. But there were times when I was in my punishment clothes, either dressed as a little girl or even a baby, when younger boys were present.

It really was terribly humiliating having to just sit or stand there while another child, younger than me, asked his or her mother "Why does Ali have a nappy on?" or "Why is Ali wearing a dress?"
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(09-25-2019, 06:23 PM)Ali Wrote: I was never 'controlled' by a younger boy as such. But there were times when I was in my punishment clothes, either dressed as a little girl or even a baby, when younger boys were present.

It really was terribly humiliating having to just sit or stand there while another child, younger than me, asked his or her mother "Why does Ali have a nappy on?" or "Why is Ali wearing a dress?"

There was one time my sitter had brought her little sisters with her . My sitter had been half way through changing me when the phone rang and her little sisters took it upon themselves to finish my nappy change . I was 12 at the time and her sisters were 11 and 9 . That was utterly humiliating at the time .
Angel A little bit of hanky panky does you good .  Angel
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(09-25-2019, 06:23 PM)Ali Wrote: I was never 'controlled' by a younger boy as such. But there were times when I was in my punishment clothes, either dressed as a little girl or even a baby, when younger boys were present.

It really was terribly humiliating having to just sit or stand there while another child, younger than me, asked his or her mother "Why does Ali have a nappy on?" or "Why is Ali wearing a dress?"

Hi Ali,

That's a scenario I've often dreamed about and wished it could have happened to me. Forgive me for asking, when you were in your punishment clothes did you ever have a funny feeling between your legs? Especially when younger boys were present.
 
This is my reason for asking. 

My Fetish for Satin Linings

My story begins one night when I was about six or seven years old. I had fallen asleep on the couch in the living room. I’m not sure how long I’d been asleep, but when I woke up, I found my short pants and under shorts had been removed while I slept and one of my father’s raincoats had been put over me to act like a blanket.

I asked why I was like this and was told I had wet my pants while I slept and that the coat had been put over me to keep me warm. As I lay under the coat, I began to feel the effects of its slippery satin lining against my skin. The lining was what is called iridescent in that it changed colour according to the angle of light falling upon it. In this case the colours were crimson and lime green. I vividly remember the feelings I had in what my Mom referred to as my willy, as I moved under the coat, I didn’t like the sensations I had in my willy when it came in contact with the satin lining. I crossed my legs so that my willy was well out of the way of the satin lining. This only made matters worse rather than better as I found that squeezing my willy only intensified the sensations. 

A few days later I was up one morning before the household woke up. I went downstairs and something made me grab one of my overcoats. It was a fawn camel hair one. The lining inside was probably made of an acetate material. I took it with me to the living room, there I removed my pyjama bottoms, then I lay on the sofa and draped the coat over me in a similar fashion to when my father’s raincoat had been place over me. Very soon I had the same sensations that I had a few nights earlier.

As I grew older I would have frequent sessions under the coat with noting on underneath. I called these my keeping sessions, just as I’d been told that the coat was put over me to keep me warm. When my mother took me shopping for new clothes and overcoats in particular I made great fuss regarding their linings. Mother often told the sales assistants that I paid more attention to the coat lining than I did the outer appearance of the garment. I liked my linings to be very shiny and slippery when I rubbed the material with the back of my hand. I also love to roll the lining between my forefinger and thumb.

One evening when my parents were watching television I felt the need to have a keeping session and went upstairs looking for a coat. Somehow I went into my parents bedroom and while there I made a discovery when I found a black shiny skirt of mother’s in a drawer of the dresser. At first I thought the material was nylon, I later found it was called taffeta. I felt a stirring between my legs and I took the skirt to my bedroom. When I got there I took my pants and under shorts off and put the skirt on.

As I walked about the skirt I had tremendous waves of pleasure between my legs and at one point I felt something come out of my willy. I thought at first I’d wet myself, but I noticed drops of some white gooey stuff on the taffeta material of the skirt. I was 14 when this happened and I knew what I’d done. I panicked a bit, then I took off the skirt, put my pants back on and took the skirt to the bathroom and carefully sponged the skirt clean so as not to leave any stains on it. I put the skirt back in the drawer and hoped my mother would notice what I’d done.

Coat linings became my main fetish and had many keeping sessions under a coat. Then when I was 18 I discovered that skirts had linings too. My mother had left one of her two-piece suits hanging on the door handle of the wardrobe. Out of curiosity I had a look at the lining of the jacket. It was of royal blue satin, as I was putting the jacket back on the hanger, the skirt fell to the floor. As I picked it up, I found that it too was lined with the same material as the jacket.

I couldn’t resist the temptation to remove my pants and underwear and then put the skirt on. This time I took extra care not to leave any stains on the satin lining. As soon as I felt myself cuming I backed off and when I couldn’t stand in any longer took the skirt off and finished everything with an overcoat that I’d used many times when I was having a keeping session.

I’ve had countless keeping sessions under a coat, I often daydream a little and pretend that I’m being kept under a coat against my will. Here’s a paradox, although I’m enjoying the sensations, I’m not supposed to like them, that’s why people have forced me to lie under the coat, they know I don’t like the feelings the lining is giving me. In the scenario, I’m naked and there’s music playing so as to intensify the sensations in my willy.

Scenario

During the early days when I was nurturing my fetish for satin, I found that the feelings I got from the satin linings of my coats were greatly enhanced if I did a lot of daydreaming while lying under a  a coat, which is draped over me like a blanket.

I discovered I was gay when I was 12 and I brought a lot of my school friends into my daydrems. One of which went something like this. There would be four or five of my friends who would grab hold of me and strip me naked, they would then give me a warm bath and play with me as the scrubbed me down. The bath would take about an hour after which I would be dried and taken to a bedroom and then told to lie on the bed. Next my arms and legs would be spread-eagled and tied to the bedposts. Alan went over to the wardrobe and took out a fairly large overcoat from it. He would show me the shiny satin lining and at its sight I would get an erection. The coat then would be put over me with the lining side down.

"Why are you doing this to me," I ask.

"Because we know you don't like it," Ian replies.

At this point Neil suggests playing some music, as they know that music will intensify the feelings in my willy that the satin lining will give me. As the music plays so the feelings in my willy get stronger and stronger. As I’m spread-eagled on the bed, I cannot touch myself so as to give myself the much need relief I now crave. Neil comes over and starts playing with me, he does this for a few minutes always stopping short of bringing me to climax. I believe this is called edging.  When he does this, the feelings I’m now having have become quite unbearable. Alan has a different method; he rubs the underside of my willy on the shiny slippery satin lining of the coat. When Alan is finished Neil takes over and starts playing with me again, this time he stops and starts for over half an hour.  Bringing me to the edge of climaxing.

The whole thing has been going on for nearly three hours and I’m still not allowed to climax. It is very late or early in the morning and Ian tells me I should get some sleep. But how can I sleep. The music is still playing and the sensations that the coat lining is giving me are stronger than ever. Ian lifts the coat off me and replaces it with another. I see the lining is different, it is iridescent. I eventually fall asleep only to wake an hour or so later with an erection and Neil playing with me again. This time he brings me to climax, at last its over and I begin to feel the relief I’ve been craving for since I came out of the bath.

I’ve had that scenario for many years and I still enjoy it. I go through the same ritual as I do in the scenario, Before I have my bath, I put a coat on top of the bed in readiness for the night ahead. After my bath I dry myself and then make my way to my bedroom. Before I get under the coat I’ll tune the radio to my favourite music station, once I’ve done that I will then get under the coat fully naked. The combination of the warm bath I had earlier and the music quickly induces the familiar sensations, as I move about under the coat I move my legs to-and-fro so I can feel the slippery lining of the coat sliding over my naked thighs and willy.

I try and get off to sleep but it is impossible, the sensations I’m feeling wont let me drop off. I resist touching myself, as I know that if I start I will only bring myself to climax and then the whole thing will be over. Finally I do manage to drop off only to awake a few hours later with an erection. Again I resist the urge to touch myself, but eventually I give in to the influence that the lining of the coat and music from the radio is having upon me. Finally when I can stand no more, I bring myself to climax. Sometimes when I’ve gone past the point of no return, I feel a kind of spasm in my willy, which lasts for a minute of so. My legs seem to spread wide-open and remain that way until the spasm has subsided.

After a few minutes I push the coat off me, go to the bathroom, this time for a shower, once I’ve had the shower I get dressed and before I do anything else I sponge down the lining of the coat where I’ve messed it up when I climaxed. Now I can face the rest of the day. The following night I might just put on a satin lined skirt and indulge in a petticoat punishment scenario.

I often wonder if sissies boys being made to wear girls satin dresses and satin knickers have the same feelings as I get.

   

   
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