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So many sissy stories start with the wife or girlfriend or significant someone catching the sissy in the act. This one is not different. It was New Year's Eve. Mitch had enough partying at the office, and said his goodbyes early. He never liked office parties, the women gravitated to certain guys but never to him. He didn't mind that too much. So he told himself. He did have one person who befriended him, but he suspected it was out of pity. She had heard others talk behind his back and often refer to him as Mitch the Bitch. Shilo would bring him coffee when she sensed Mitch was having a bad day. He loved smelling her Poison perfume, and admired the way she dressed, walked, and basically stayed different from the office gals. She was not intimidated, and dared to be different. Over the years, they became confidantes, and she often dragged Mitch along to her salon appointments. She would catch an odd look of longing in his eyes as he watched the manicurist shellac her nails and toenails in the wild colors she chose. Shilo was aware there was something different about Mitch, and that's probably why they clicked so well. He learned he could trust her and she would not betray him. From time to time, they would even sleep over at each others apartment, after visiting too late into the wee hours. That's why he eventually gave her his apartment key. This night that would be a grave mistake in judgement. Or would it?
I finally went to the gym, worried that my svelte figure was going to he'll from lying around week after week. Been sooo tired for sooo long. I just said f*** it, and packed my gym bag and drove to the gym. It felt really good to be on the treadmill again. I don't go to lift weights or any of that macho shit. I go to be slim and trim and a fit hardbody. Well, I finished my workout and thought it would be very nice to finish the day with a long relaxing sauna. I showered, pulled my hair back, and slipped on my flip- flops. There's nuttin worse than foot fungus from public showers. I noticed I still had my toenail polish on-- oops. Oh well, I was the only one going into the sauna. That's what I thought. I ladled some water to make steam and some young muscular guy came in. He sat at the other end of the bench I was on. It was embarrassingly silent and then he said, "is that nail polish?" I laughed and got nervous and right away started fumbling for a story. I was going to say my girlfriend was trying her new polish on me, but waited too long to make my excuse. He asked again, "Do you like wearing nail polish?" I noticed his original question had changed. I felt like I couldn't answer. He was now facing me kind of in a crouched position, both on the toppermost bench where it's hottest. The heat had speeded up my heartbeat, but so was the nervousness. Or was it excitement. Many times I imagined getting caught doing my girlie stuff, now here I was, alone with a jock in a dimly lit sauna. He laughed and said, "That's alright, let me see." I felt like I was being let off the hook, so I turned enough to show my toes. "no. Let me see them. Put you feet up here." I lifted my legs onto the bench, swiveling my body to face the young stud. "well, well, well, you shave your legs too! Relax I won't hurt you. Lean back." I leaned back against the hot cedar walls. That allowed me to be more comfortable. "Im into feet," he grinned, massaging my feet, "especially pretty feet. Like yours." he massaged my feet and it was sooo relaxing. Once in a while his massage would go part way up my smooth calves. Then he did something shocking! He put my feet in between his legs, and I could feel an enormous erection! He must've seen the shock on my face and he just laughed. Hey my massages are worth $60 an hour so now you have to start repaying me! He winked and took my feet and started rubbing them on the sides of his erection. Then I started doing it on my own, and as I got better at it, I even used my toes to tug his shorts down, then the real fun began. For him mostly. No I take that back, I think I was getting off on seeing my girlie toes pleasuring this fine stud. We tried to be sneaky cause there were a few people in the gym area, and when he finally came, it shot on my smooth silky legs and on my feet and pretty toes. "Let's see how much your stretching paid off," he smiled. He pushed my head all the way to my feet and made me lick his cum off my feet. He made me go back to the shower following behind him, where the cum on my face and legs and painted toenails brought looks of disgust, or surprise, or curiosity from the few guys getting dressed or undressed. I watched my "friend" lean over and say something to one of the guys by a locker. They were both staring my direction. My stud came over to me, "you're invited to work out with the 3 of us tomorrow." I would be there. Against my better judgement I knew I would.
Oh well, sissies often DO love to be tormented and humiliated, sometimes even in public. Not only that, some of you sissies will even PAY for humiliation, right?
If you are really serious about being a sissy, you would start to consider some of the ways you can be more sissified -- start with a name, a real sissy name. Move on to wearing panties 24/7 NO MATTER WHAT. Then begin training your mind to be as sissified as possible. Just do it, sissy!
Talk about embarrassing! I was working out at the gym where most of the guys don't even give a second thought to smooth shaved bods, because they do it themselves 'specially if they're bulked up bodybuilders. I usually do something fairly risque' like use about as light of pink nail polish that you can hardly tell it's even there. Or maybe my eyebrows will be plucked just a wee bit more than is manly. Things like that.
Well, I forgot I had taken my new shaver for a test drive. I used it in all the places that are NOT supposed to be 'ouch-proof' if you catch my drift. Okay, so as if it's not enough that I have an absolutely smooth "down-there" --- I forgot I left a cute little "valentine patch!"
Did that cause smiles (a few sneers) in the shower. Oh well... it feels good!
If you're used to just checking this site to see if there are new articles, and you get discouraged when there aren't any lately, we do have over 750 articles. That's right, Sissyboy has been around a while.
Try using the SEARCH feature if you want to narrow down what you're looking for. For example, I did a search for "swallow" and you can imagine what the results were! There are areas of this site that you have to be a member to access, mind you.
So you don't have to be a sulking Sally and get your panties in a knot. Just go back to old articles. A fun way to spend the day.
So many sissy stories start with the wife or girlfriend or significant someone catching the sissy in the act. This one is not different. It was New Year's Eve. Mitch had enough partying at the office, and said his goodbyes early. He never liked office parties, the women gravitated to certain guys but never to him. He didn't mind that too much. So he told himself. He did have one person who befriended him, but he suspected it was out of pity. She had heard others talk behind his back and often refer to him as Mitch the Bitch. Shilo would bring him coffee when she sensed Mitch was having a bad day. He loved smelling her Poison perfume, and admired the way she dressed, walked, and basically stayed different from the office gals. She was not intimidated, and dared to be different. Over the years, they became confidantes, and she often dragged Mitch along to her salon appointments. She would catch an odd look of longing in his eyes as he watched the manicurist shellac her nails and toenails in the wild colors she chose. Shilo was aware there was something different about Mitch, and that's probably why they clicked so well. He learned he could trust her and she would not betray him. From time to time, they would even sleep over at each others apartment, after visiting too late into the wee hours. That's why he eventually gave her his apartment key. This night that would be a grave mistake in judgement. Or would it?
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If you're used to just checking this site to see if there are new articles, and you get discouraged when there aren't any lately, we do have over 750 articles. That's right, Sissyboy has been around a while.
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