Deliberate acts of obedience
Stories and pictures themed around female domination and male subjugation and servitude. Unsuitable for children, for alpha males, for hard-core practitioners with an interest in the politics of bdsm and the mechanics of complicated rope work. Of interest to perverts like me, basically.
First Sissy
I was in bed with Katherine (President of the USA) and we were having lots of fun. Unexpectedly the phone rang and Katherine sat up and answered. As she spoke she signalled for me to get dressed and go. She obviously needed to be alone. I don’t know what that was all about, but I was upset. Not because she needed to speak to someone but because I was dismissed, she didn’t trust me to be in the same room, listening to her.
The press has been speculating about us since Katherine first got elected. Am I a ‘man’ or a ‘sissy’, what influence would I have as First Sissy, was I a tease or a genuine democrat?
And then there was what I wore. Were my dresses bought or loaned, did I buy American or maybe French clothes.
What did I do when Katherine was away or too busy for me.
Well, guys, I swim and go to the gym, I don’t visit homeless shelters or hospitals but I do go shopping and meet friends My job is to be Katherine’s husband and sissy, to be glamorous and be high profile at award do’s and parties and fun things.
I was sitting in the lounge area, leafing through Vogue magazine when Katherine came out and sat down and gave me a hug. She was aware I was upset.
”Hey sweeties, sorry about earlier, I just needed to concentrate on the call, couldn’t cope with seeing you their, understand?”
”Yes, Kat, I understand. I just felt a bit used, honey.”
”Don’t be silly. What are you doing today?”
I was getting glammed up to go to the Trans Woman of the Year Awards, when I will be presenting the award for ‘most successful Trans businesswoman of the year’. It was so exciting.
Zoe
First Sissy
Katherine got out of the limousine and waved to the cheering crowd. I was wearing a minidress in blue with heels and my hair was up. When the press saw me they went wild. I waved to the crowd and they cheered and clapped. It was exhilarating, absolutely. We were at a rally to celebrate the withdrawal of rights for men to own property and to divorce their wives. Katherine was also going to introduce a new law, which she hoped would go through, excluding men’s paternal rights, even if they are the biological father of the child.
As I walked on the red carpet, a few steps behind Katherine the press asked me questions. I had the President’s permission to answer.
”Maisie, do you support the President’s legislative programme, how would it affect you as a sissy man?”
‘Well, Tom, thank you for asking. I do support the government in putting men in their rightful place as second class people. The property laws are fair, I don’t own any property because that is not my place as a sissy. Only women can own property. It has been true for many years and now it is law, to stop any confusion.”
”Are you wearing a Tommy White dress, Maisie?”
”Yes, I am. I love American dresses, always wear them, all the time.”
”Did you buy it, Maisie.”
”Well, actually Katherine bought it for me, last week, from her private funds.”
”Are you a sissy father, Maisie.”
”As you know, I was married for ten years before I was divorced by my wife, we have three children, and I married Katherine a few years later, and we have two children. As a gynarchy sissy I am not a ‘father’ nor do I have any paternal rights. My children belong to their mother and I am their sissy. It is really simple.”
”But, don’t you have rights as a father?”
”I have obligations, and my children call me ‘daddy’, but in law I am the sissy to my first and to my second wife. Everything is through the mother, nothing through the ‘father.”
”Thanks for talking to us, Maisie, you look so pretty this evening.”
”Aww thanks guys.”
In the limousine going back to the White House the President and I kissed and she hugged me. Her press attache had reported to her that I had wowed the press and charmed the opposition.
”You did well, Maisie, I am so proud of you.”
”I love you Mrs President.”
Zoe
Thank you, Zoe.
People say the First Sissy is just there to look decorative, but actually they can play valuable supportive functions, as well as providing a role model to look down on.
Best wishes
S
A sissy husband gives all to his wife. He praises her to make her feel desired; he works for her and takes care of her. He only lives for appreciation from her. He doesn’t want to be ignored or taken for granted. He only wants to be loved by her; then he’s prepared to do anything for her.
That is so true, Anonymous. I live for Katherine. I would do anything to please her, but I have needs too. I need to be told I am beautiful, that she adores me, that she will help me with my security, so that the media don’t become too intrusive. I need to feel like I did when we first met. She adored my sissy ways, my fluffy brain, my not understanding things, my being a bit unpredictable.
Yesterday, I was feeling a bit low, Katherine arranged for flowers to be delivered with the sweetest note attached, saying she loves me.
That is all a First Sissy needs.
Zoe
I have my sissy moods from time to time. Her attention can really uplift me. I would rather be spanked than ignored.
I am constantly expressing my gratitude for the diligence with which my SO notices me and every fault I commit. How awful it would be to be ignored and uncorrected.
Best wishes
S
To be honest, I would happily wear either version.
Mr M
I know what you mean Mr M, although for me it would depend on my mood. There’s days I just want to wear something pretty, days when I’d rather be restrained, restricted and repressed.
Fortunately, it doesn’t matter what I want.
Best wishes
S