Stuck In Sissy Mode
STUCK IN SISSY MODE by Throne Chuck Clark shivered as he left his house by the back door. It was a balmy spring day but even so, he wasn't wearing enough to keep him warm. All he had on was a stiff collar that held his chin up unnaturally high, a tight corset that gave him a wasp waist, fishnet stockings, and shoes with two inch stacked heels. He left the steps and paused, looking back. The smiling face of his wife Tess was framed in the kitchen window. She gestured with her hand,...