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Mark's Diary Part 3
By Mark Dayette
(In this continuation of my real life story, my female family members
are not done humiliating me)
After reading those stories on Fictionmania and noticing my extremely
aroused response to them, I knew that the core triggers of my sexuality
were entirely submissive and largely focused on forced feminization. Now
this is not something that a man intellectually wants to admit to
himself. However, it was an erotic world that was on a daily basis
becoming internalized within me and which was showing up even in my
dreams at night.
In one vivid dream I was sitting in the backseat of a rapidly moving
limousine and I was feminized with dyed blonde hair, I had on red
lipstick, a pink mid-riff sweater, my fingernails were polished red, and
I was wearing a silver mini-skirt, I was also wearing white stockings
and pink high heels. There were ropes tied around my ankles and my
wrists so that I couldn't get away. Sitting next to me was an aloof,
middle aged, aristocratic looking Asian woman with long dark hair, who
wore classy dangling turquoise earrings, she was in a long black pencil
skirt with a black belt around her waist. She wore black high heels. Her
skirt was much longer than mine, and she was slowly sipping champagne. I
was confused and felt powerless, I asked her "Where are we going?" She
said without looking at me "It isn't any of your concern." I then asked
her "What are you doing to me?" And she said, "You will be worth a
pretty penny at the slave auction." I realized that I was being driven
to a slave auction where I would be sold into permanent sissy slavery. I
struggled against the ropes trying to escape but soon realized it was
useless, I was going to be a sissy slave. At that point it became a wet
dream and I woke up.
A few weeks later I saw my aunt again. Her, my mother, and myself ate
dinner together at a nice restaurant. My aunt was still looking good, I
found myself fascinated by the gold bracelet she wore on her wrist and
the gold hoop earrings she wore on her earlobes. Much of the
conversation wasn't significant. However, at one point I looked at a
woman who was in another booth from us and without considering the
potential implications of what I was saying, I said to my aunt and my
mother, "That lady has a cheap purse." Both my aunt and my mother
responded to my comment with big laughs. My aunt said, "It is sweet that
Mark knows how to spot a cheap purse." And when she said that word
"sweet" it was in a condescending tone. As we were walking out of the
restaurant my aunt surprised me by pointing at a different woman and she
asked me,"Do you like her purse?" I was a bit taken aback that she was
making me face up to my ill considered purse statement from earlier.
With no other idea of how to handle the uncomfortable situation I was
in, I gave in and said, "Yes, her purse is very nice."
Later that night when I went home and I was alone in my bedroom I had to
face that my aunt Jessica had humiliated me again. She was always
getting the upper hand over me, always treating me like a sissy or a
homosexual. However, this time it was my fault, I didn't think I had
talked about that woman's cheap purse on purpose, I didn't think I had
planned to be humiliated by my aunt even though I fully accepted that I
had erotic fantasies about that. Somehow that effeminate statement just
left my mouth without me thinking about the consequences. That I would
accidentally say something so effeminate shouldn't have surprised me
since I had other stereotypical "girl" or "gay" interests such as a love
of Hollywood gossip.
In the next phase of my life things turned really weird. Now I know that
my aunt and my mother were frequently talking to each other on the phone
so I have no idea if my aunt ever tried to hint to my mother that I was
gay but it seemed like from out of nowhere my mother started implying
that I was gay. I had gone back to college and I was working on my
master's degree in English but I still lived at home with my mother. One
night my mother saw an American Civil War book laying on my bed, it was
about the American Civil War issue of "Secession" and my mother saw the
book and she asked me, "Are you reading a book on how to seduce men?" I
was stunned, I was absolutely speechless, and I tried to change the
subject. I waited until she left my room and I thought, "What's going
on? Now she's talking to me like aunt Jessica does."
It wasn't that long before she did something similar. This was back when
those Spiderman movies with the actor Tobey Maguire were being made so
on that issue I found myself in a bad spot again. I heard my mother
talking about how she hated Tobey Maguire and that he was too much of a
wimp to play a hero in any movie. I said, "I think he's okay, he's one
of the best actors out there right now." Well my mother didn't like when
I didn't agree with her. A few days later when my older sister Leslie
came to visit my sister said to me at the kitchen table, "Did you hear
what Mom said about you? She said you were defending Tobey Maguire
because you think he's cute." And my sister couldn't hide her grin as
she was repeating what my Mom had said. I told my sister, "I never said
anything like that."
At Christmas time when my younger brother came home to visit there was
another bizarre accusation. Me and my brother were sitting on the sofa
together sharing a large blanket and my mother had left the room, she
returned when she heard us laughing a lot and I have no idea what made
her say this but she said, "What's with all of the giggling? Are you
rubbing your penises together?" I swear that's what she said, I couldn't
believe it, she was accusing me and my brother of engaging in the
homosexual incest act of rubbing our penises together. We both said,
"No, we weren't doing that." But we were so shocked by the extremely
degrading nature of her comment that we both thought it better to just
pretend it never happened and not confront her again over it.
I can't pinpoint what was causing my mother to suddenly treat me exactly
as my aunt had done. On the other hand, from my mother's point of view I
was in my 30's and unmarried with no girlfriend in sight. Perhaps that
raised some red flags for her that I could be gay and she wanted to test
the waters by forcing the issue in my face to see if I would "come out".
Eventually, feeling it was possible that both my mother and my aunt were
secretly conspiring to "out me" unleashed my deepest fears that I wasn't
going to be able to maintain any control over that aspect of my life. I
had a sinking feeling that a tremendous downfall for my ego was
inevitable. Whenever my aunt sent me boxes full of presents for my
birthday I was terrified that I was going to open the packages and see
that they were filled with lingerie, skirts, and dresses. And of course
in doing so my aunt would also send me an expensive new purse with a
note attached saying "I know you love nice purses." And I thought that
if I opened those packages in front of my mother I would have no choice
but to confess to her that aunt Jessica had bought me exactly what I had
wanted. The shock and anxiety of both my mother and aunt viewing me and
treating me as a sissy homosexual made me feel utterly defenseless. I
had been dominated by women throughout my life, it was ultimately their
decision not mine at how far I would fall. I trembled at the thought of
how far they could push me if only they desired so. I knew that if
either my mother or aunt offered to set me up on a date with a handsome
man I would droop my head in shame but I would still go out with him.
To Be Continued...
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