A lot of boys seem to have drifted into a regime of punishment at the hands of their mother, aunt or perhaps a dominant wife or girlfriend. For them it’s perhaps hard to identify the moment their lives changed and they became either a sissy. Not so for me. Looking back I can identify the precise incident which lead to me being what I am today – a submissive sissy, meekly accepting his wife’s every whim. It was around the end of the Christmas term in my final year of junior school, so I would have been ten years old....
