The truth is that this, for many sissies is the point at which they first acknowledge what has been staring them in the face for a long, long time, bu... they’ve been in denial.It’s analogous to a chess game where you defeat has been inevitable from the earliest moves, but you refuse to recognise the inevitability of defeat until your opponent calls “checkmate”.For most sissies, their emasculation has been a process of constant attrition from an early age - from that first indulgence of their. I excelled in these sports because the rage got to come out and play… Here’s how fucked up I had become, I actually enjoyed hurting people on the field, or on the mat, because it was the only time I could let the stranger out to play, and no one would get angry at me. I craved the approval of everyone around me. It made me an easy target for bullies. I was always the kid trying to make everyone else look bad. The apple polishing brown-noser who went out of his way to look superior. In truth, I. Sara was extremely sexually repressed, even more so than Dan. Sara was a board gamer and she was really looking forward to finally experiencing D&D for the first time. She was a big fan of an online D&D broadcast that featured a bunch of nerdy ass voice actors and she had some high expectations of the campaign to come. She was transfixed by the DM's words and just couldn't wait to get started.Finally there was Kirstie, Dan's younger sister. Kirstie was in her first year of college and was still. ’ He repeated, leaning against the doorframe with his hands in his pants pockets. She laughed softly at his wide eyes. ‘I’ve been in the tub before you know.’ She giggled and continued to play with the bubbles that covered her body. ‘I know, but to come home to this is…’ he raised his eyebrows and leered at her to make her laugh more. He reached up and undid his tie and pulled it off. He then pushed away from the doorframe and walked toward her and crouched beside her. He gently ran his hand.