I’ve been sent out in public dressed as a sissy, terrified but obeying. The rush of shame is addictive. Even after that, it’s never enough.
I need to be seen, exposed, and mocked. The more I’m watched, the more real it feels. I don’t deserve privacy. I want everyone to know what I am.
I feel your need my sister, part of the montra of a sissey. Be outed and shamed and sucking and servicing the all mighty cock. I am in closet but have urges and secret desires to be a sissey