It is a common misconception that placing a sissy in chastity is primarily about denying it sex with women.
Women don’t have sex with emasculated queers dressed up in stockings and girlie clothes. They have sex with men, or with women - not with pansies.
The purpose of chastity is two fold:
Firstly, sissies are compulsive masturbators. When dressed up in their stockings and high heels and ridiculously prissy and frilly pink girlie things, drowning in girlie sensations, thoughts and emotions, they cannot resist the temptation to masturbate - incessantly.
Once they climax, apart from staining their stockings and lingerie, the discharge of their sissy juices leaves them relieved of their pent up sissy urges.
They will suddenly see themselves as others see them - a make dressed in stockings and women’s clothes and the most absurdly effeminate girlie clothes.
The will feel ridiculous and be overcome with shame and self-loathing, as they quickly wipe of their makeup and nail polish and shed their stockings and girlie clothes.
For a few hours, at the most, they will pretend to be “men” again, deluding themselves and trying to deceive others.
It doesn’t usually take long before the sissy once again feels impelled to dress up in women’s clothes again and drown itself in effeminacy.
Once the sissy, realises that effeminacy and its girlie urges are its natural state and those brief interegna of masculine consciousness are actually a false consciousness, it starts to reconcile itself the notion that possibly denying itself the temporary relief from its sissy urges is the only way to achieve some stability and equilibrium in its life - albeit one filled with constant arousal.
By this stage the sissy will have resigned itself to a life of shame in women’s clothes and constant, insatiable arousal, locked in chastity.
Secondly, chastity is has a very powerful psychological impact on a sissy.
From the moment of birth, it will have been subject to relentless social conditioning predicated on the “package” between its legs.
It spends most of its life trying to live up to the masculine stereotype it has benn conditioned to believe is what it is destined for.
Yet, typically from an early age, it will start to experience urges to dress up in girl things like stockings and panties and skirts.
It tries to explain those urges away - to rationalise them - in a way than enables it to cling on to its perceived “manhood”.
But as it indulges the irrepressible urges to dress up and immerse itself in effeminacy its rationalisations are slowly eroded.
It’s girlie episodes became more frequent and last longer.
It begins to take ever greater risks dressing, at first, partially in public, and later fully.
It reaches a point where, one day, it looks in the mirror to witness an effeminate sissy mess, dressed in stockings and women’s clothes, painted with makeup.
It barely has any male clothes left - maybe only to keep up appearances at work.
It has maybe already lost a wife, countless relationships with women and even its friends have distanced themselves.
There is this epiphany where it realises the only connection to the manhood it has to the “man” it once thought itself to be, is that “package” between its legs.
It begins resign itself to the notion that, maybe, the time has come to let go - to accept it will never be a man, and resign itself to a life of effeminacy (and shame, even) in women’s clothes.
It’s time to let go.
There is a sense of relief when one finally accepts defeat and stops trying to sustain the unsustainable.
At this stage, many a sissy will allow its “package” to be locked away in chastity by a man whom it has surrendered itself to, to a key holder, or it has simply just enticed thesis regime up itself.
Initially, this will be for short periods that grow longer until, in many cases, it allows itself to be locked away in perpetuity.
Locked in chastity it is deprived of the opportunity to relieve itself, but it is also constantly reminded that the “package” between its legs does not define it.
To the contrary, it is a cruel mistake that has led it to a life time of delusion.
Its chastity is a form of castration through imprisonment of the genitals.
As it sissy there in its stockings and high heels and frilly girlie clothes, it’s package no longer reminds it of a manhood that really never existed.
Rather, it reminds it of a manhood failed, defeated, denied.
It reminds it that it is a prisoner of its effeminacy and its irrepressible urges to wear women’s clothes and humiliate itself in front of others.
It reminds it there is no way out.
It reminds it of the permanency of its emasculation.
And, it reminds it that, despite it’s ultra effeminacy and that it lives its life in stockings, makeup and women’s clothes, it can never be a woman.
It’s chastity is a metaphor for its life of failure - its inability to become the man it once believed it was born to be, and its inability to be the woman it so often fantasised itself to be.
It enforces an overpowering sense of weakness, impotence and maleability on the sissy’s consciousnesses.
Women don’t have sex with emasculated queers dressed up in stockings and girlie clothes. They have sex with men, or with women - not with pansies.
The purpose of chastity is two fold:
Firstly, sissies are compulsive masturbators. When dressed up in their stockings and high heels and ridiculously prissy and frilly pink girlie things, drowning in girlie sensations, thoughts and emotions, they cannot resist the temptation to masturbate - incessantly.
Once they climax, apart from staining their stockings and lingerie, the discharge of their sissy juices leaves them relieved of their pent up sissy urges.
They will suddenly see themselves as others see them - a make dressed in stockings and women’s clothes and the most absurdly effeminate girlie clothes.
The will feel ridiculous and be overcome with shame and self-loathing, as they quickly wipe of their makeup and nail polish and shed their stockings and girlie clothes.
For a few hours, at the most, they will pretend to be “men” again, deluding themselves and trying to deceive others.
It doesn’t usually take long before the sissy once again feels impelled to dress up in women’s clothes again and drown itself in effeminacy.
Once the sissy, realises that effeminacy and its girlie urges are its natural state and those brief interegna of masculine consciousness are actually a false consciousness, it starts to reconcile itself the notion that possibly denying itself the temporary relief from its sissy urges is the only way to achieve some stability and equilibrium in its life - albeit one filled with constant arousal.
By this stage the sissy will have resigned itself to a life of shame in women’s clothes and constant, insatiable arousal, locked in chastity.
Secondly, chastity is has a very powerful psychological impact on a sissy.
From the moment of birth, it will have been subject to relentless social conditioning predicated on the “package” between its legs.
It spends most of its life trying to live up to the masculine stereotype it has benn conditioned to believe is what it is destined for.
Yet, typically from an early age, it will start to experience urges to dress up in girl things like stockings and panties and skirts.
It tries to explain those urges away - to rationalise them - in a way than enables it to cling on to its perceived “manhood”.
But as it indulges the irrepressible urges to dress up and immerse itself in effeminacy its rationalisations are slowly eroded.
It’s girlie episodes became more frequent and last longer.
It begins to take ever greater risks dressing, at first, partially in public, and later fully.
It reaches a point where, one day, it looks in the mirror to witness an effeminate sissy mess, dressed in stockings and women’s clothes, painted with makeup.
It barely has any male clothes left - maybe only to keep up appearances at work.
It has maybe already lost a wife, countless relationships with women and even its friends have distanced themselves.
There is this epiphany where it realises the only connection to the manhood it has to the “man” it once thought itself to be, is that “package” between its legs.
It begins resign itself to the notion that, maybe, the time has come to let go - to accept it will never be a man, and resign itself to a life of effeminacy (and shame, even) in women’s clothes.
It’s time to let go.
There is a sense of relief when one finally accepts defeat and stops trying to sustain the unsustainable.
At this stage, many a sissy will allow its “package” to be locked away in chastity by a man whom it has surrendered itself to, to a key holder, or it has simply just enticed thesis regime up itself.
Initially, this will be for short periods that grow longer until, in many cases, it allows itself to be locked away in perpetuity.
Locked in chastity it is deprived of the opportunity to relieve itself, but it is also constantly reminded that the “package” between its legs does not define it.
To the contrary, it is a cruel mistake that has led it to a life time of delusion.
Its chastity is a form of castration through imprisonment of the genitals.
As it sissy there in its stockings and high heels and frilly girlie clothes, it’s package no longer reminds it of a manhood that really never existed.
Rather, it reminds it of a manhood failed, defeated, denied.
It reminds it that it is a prisoner of its effeminacy and its irrepressible urges to wear women’s clothes and humiliate itself in front of others.
It reminds it there is no way out.
It reminds it of the permanency of its emasculation.
And, it reminds it that, despite it’s ultra effeminacy and that it lives its life in stockings, makeup and women’s clothes, it can never be a woman.
It’s chastity is a metaphor for its life of failure - its inability to become the man it once believed it was born to be, and its inability to be the woman it so often fantasised itself to be.
It enforces an overpowering sense of weakness, impotence and maleability on the sissy’s consciousnesses.
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