Proud To Be A Sissy Chapter 2

When I look back on those times now I realize that through my entire life I was conditioned to be subservient, from an over bearing mother to every playground bully, Jeff and Mr. Clark included. I would accept the humiliation and degradation just for the satisfaction of knowing that I could please someone in some way. I remember how a thrilling shiver went through my body that night. I remember reaching down to my little cock and pleasing myself before I fell to sleep.

I came down to breakfast the next morning to see my father, as usual with his Sunday paper and coffee but mom was not there.

"Good morning son." He said looking up briefly.

"Good morning dad," I replied going to the cupboard to get some breakfast, "where's mom?"

"Probably still sleeping I imagine." He put down his paper and looked over to me, "look son, I'm going to take a bit of grief over this, so don't let me down. You said you would, so you better make good on it and start out helping Clark next door. It'll be good for you and help your mom get over the fact you're growing up and almost a man and you need to start thinking for yourself. She's got to let go someday."

He stared at me for a moment shaking his head he sighed and raised his paper again. A man I thought as his words seeped into my thoughts, I don't want to be a man, I already knew at this point in my life I would never be and I thought that was just okay too.

As I left the kitchen dad looked over his paper and said, "I'm sure you're not fond of that old goat either, but I think your mother isn't going to be very nice to anyone for awhile. So why don't you just make yourself scarce. Go see what that old man wants you do." Then he grinned and added, "I'm sure the fiery pits of Hell would be more pleasant than this place when your mom gets out of bed."

"Thanks dad. " I replied. I don't remember the last time my dad had talked to me in this fashion, but it did make feel good.