Where did my kink for sissies start?

I’ve always had a thing for sissies, before I fully understood it, or had the right language for it. And it started young. When I was about 6, ‘sissy’ was a playground word, an insult for boys who weren’t boyish enough, who preferred to play with the girls at breaktime, who cried easily, who got... Continue Reading →

The power of pink satin

When you say the word ‘sissy’ to me, the vision in my mind is of the archetypal pink satin sissy, simpering in flouncy glass-silk petticoats, pale stockings with tops on show, locked-on heels, little tent in her pink satin panties. I love this image and this reality. ‘Pink satin sissy’ is a fetish for me.... Continue Reading →

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