Whyguys,
Thanks for sharing this well-written and inspiring story. Good to see that the New Age Lifestyle is cross-cultural.
To answer your question of whether a real life "Margie" has ever come into my life, the answer is that a kinder, gentler, but nonetheless Margie-like Mother-figure has indeed come into my life.
As years passed, I remained meek and submissive with women. When other boys started chasing after girls, I remained close and submissive to Mother and Margie. They enjoyed feminizing and having so much power over a young male -- grooming me as a lifelong sissy.
I remained a virgin. My sex life was confined to my room. Dressed and girlishly mincing about in makeup, lingerie, nylons, and heels that Mother and Margie had given me as presents, I harmlessly made sissy-boy love to myself. This went on for some years.
Later, when Mother passed and Margie moved away, I met Thelma. After two failed marriages to macho womanizers, Thelma was attracted to my gentle, submissive, feminine nature. Thelma is older than me, taller too. In a way she resembles and dresses like "Aunt" Margie. She eventually asked me for a date after which one thing led to another and she asked me to move in with her.
We enjoy each other's company and share many non-sexual interests. In the bedroom, though, Thelma is in charge. Psychologically incapable of coming on like a Man, I gratefully submitted to her taking my virginity. Sexually our roles are reversed. For the most part we relate more like Mother and son -- SISSY son -- than man and wife.
Thelma thrives on assuming the dominant role -- having complete control -- in the bedroom. She finds it empowering. As compensation, she indulges my desire for role-playing, especially in re-enacting my erotically-charged, submissively feminine relationship with powerful, emasculating Mother-figures. Assuming the role of Mother or Margie, Thelma will tease and ridicule me about my undersized "peenie." She'll dress me up in a cute little maid's outfit -- complete with fishnet stockings, spike-heeled shoes, and lacy apron and cap. Then she'll train me to girlishly mince about in heels and demonstrate my submissive devotion by performing a delicate, little curtsey. After this I brush her hair, polish her nails, and help her in and out of her many pairs of sexy high heels. Kneeling at her feet and kissing her powerful, emasculating spike-heels, I harmlessly and humiliatingly cream my panties. For obvious reasons -- revenge against two macho exes on her part, acceptance by an emasculating Mother-figure on mine -- we both find this fulfilling.
It's not for everyone, of course. But it works for us. Mother would be so pleased!
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