Sissy on the Phone

Let me tell you about a particularly pathetic sissy that calls me up on the phone around three times a week. For the benefit of this blog post I’ll call him Sissy, simply because he is! (and I do respect confidentiality as long as you don’t piss me off, or want me to expose you). Well Sissy usually calls me after work before his wife gets home from her job. He usually has around 30 minutes from when he walks through the door to when she comes home. This is what he does. He calls me up and acts all macho, with his deep, ”man voice” as I like to call it, and within three minutes he’s whimpering like a kicked dog!
I tell him to go to the wardrobe and pick out his wife’s prettiest little summer dress; one that looks particularly girly. Then he is instructed to put the dress on to the best of his abilities (sometimes this can take him quite a while!), and also some of her smallest pinkest panties, and then he describes himself to me and how he feels like a complete and utter Sissy. “Well,” I say to him, “you are a sissy aren’t you? You’re a pathetic sissy who probably only has about an inch of cock in his little pink panties aren’t you?” He doesn’t have much to say to this except agree. He tells me that he loves it when I tell him how pathetic he is and what a little sissy he really is.
You see, all this macho bullshit is just a cover for what you really are isn’t it? I know who you are, and you do to. If you want to give me a call like Sissy does then go for it, and see how soon I can break you down!