sissygasms

This days we don't give all that much importance to what our hair means, we concern more with the way it looks rather than it's symbolism, but it wasn't always this way. Hair used to mean a lot of different things along the way, for spartan men it was a sign of status, you see, long hair for a peasant is just not practical, all that hard work in the fields, under a merciless sun, not so hot to have long hair, not to mention all the time and effort to keep it well maintained, it's just not a good idea, luscious locks and around the clock hard labor don't go hand in hand. The aristocracy instead, things stood entirely different for them, they had the time and the resources to do whatever they well damn please, the spartan still did some work though, they wouldn't be spartan if they didn't fought all day long after all, but all the other aristocracy and wealthy men that came after them?     For a very long period of time long hair meant you are a ma...

I hate to break it to you but sucking cock must become your second nature. No, I don't mean go right now in the street and find the first dick to suck, sucking an actual dick is not the point of this. What the heck, now I'm confused, should I suck a cock or not?  You see, giving a blowjob is more than that, I remember when I first discovered my sissy side and had seen some hypno, all of it seemed strange, but something kept luring me back to it, but the part about blowjobs I just did not get into. Another man's filthy dick in my mouth? Fuck, that shit's gay! Giving head to a man was, back then,  one of the most repulsive things I could think of, because somehow this would seal the deal for me, and if I did it that would mean I'm totally gay, and I'm not gay, right? So I tried to put the idea out of my mind. But as I discovered more and more of my feminine side, I became ever more curious about it. Strangely enough, putting something in...

Guilt is sewn into the very fabric of our world, as though without it everything would fall apart, because without it only anarchy governs. And that, the loss of control, the unpredictable, the ever changing whimsical free will of this forever growing entropy that's devouring Universes  is down right the most terrifying thing we can imagine, and rightfully so, we are creatures of habit, we like our things neatly packed and in order, we relish the comfort of knowing what is going to happen next in a world we built for ourselves on principles of right and wrong.  But, sometimes, we find ourselves in an situation where what we want is opposing what we've learned is right, and every time we do it, here comes that feeling of guilt because our conscience flags it as being wrong, but what if the very thing that we see as wrong is who we really are and it's absolutely nothing we can do about it? As a sissy you will many times feel at war with the whole world, you will feel a...

You take the eggs and start beating them, then add some bacon, wait, no, this can't be right, I'm supposed to write a hair mask recipe for you, not about omelettes, well guess who's hungry (for cock) ? OK, let's recap, so you take one whole egg (if you are Rapunzel and you're reading this, grab two eggs) and you beat it, then you add about 2 tablespoons of yogurt and mix it with the egg. So far, so good. Now you apply the mixture to your beautiful, gorgeous hair, with your hands, yes, with your hands, get in there, get personal, aaand done. Put a shower cap on (if you don't have one any plastic bag or even cling film should do the trick), put a towel around your neck, to be sure it does not run on your back, and let that on for an hour. You can take this time to look at beautiful women with long luscious hair and die of envy, or do that omelette, it's up to you.   Now go rinse with lukewarm water, you don't want hot water, you don...