The Origin of Sissy Ineke

“The Origin of Sissy Ineke” was written for BDSMforyou.nl by Sissy Ineke.

I'm Ineke, 37, married. Married to a woman, and in daily life I'm a man. I discovered at a young age that I liked rummaging through my mother's wardrobe. In itself that isn't strange, because I think every child does it. At eighteen, though, I was still doing it. A few years later I married my wife, a woman of the world, by the way. And my desire for women's clothing faded. My wife is quite dominant in our marriage. I have absolutely no problem with that. I need it, too. My submissive side also emerged within our marriage. Or let me put it this way: I didn't know it yet. We sometimes went to a swingers' club, but we didn't feel at home there, until we came to a themed party. A BDSM party. And I loved it. So did my wife, by the way.

BDSM couple

We enjoyed our BDSM lifestyle for years, with her as the Mistress and me as her sub/slave. Wonderful. Until my wife started using the whips more and more often. She loved it. And at first I was fine with it, but I noticed that I didn't feel very comfortable when she worked me over with her whips. I found it painful, too painful. Honestly, I didn't have much of a thing for all that whipping. At BDSM parties my wife also amused herself with other subs. I was fine with that as long as she didn't go at me so hard. I enjoyed her enthusiasm. And I liked going along with her, but just staying in the background. Fetching her a drink, kissing her feet. Perfect.

Caught!

I had a day off and for a while I had been noticing an itch. An itch to take a closer look at my wife's clothes. We're different sizes, but I tried on a few of her dresses anyway. Her shoes were far too small for me, but I gave it a go regardless. I looked in the mirror and thought: "Wow, that feels good." Suddenly I was curious for more. I wondered where my wife kept her make-up. I had never really paid attention to that, but now I really wanted to find a lipstick. I walked to the bathroom and saw her case standing there.

Red lipstick

With trembling hands I picked up the red lipstick and carefully began to put it on my lips. What a different face! I walked back to the bedroom, put on some music and started dancing in my wife's clothes. Suddenly the bedroom door opened, and I got the fright of my life! It was my wife. She looked at me, startled, and said: “What are you doing?” “Er…” I stammered. And I wanted to tear her clothes off like mad. “Stop,” she said. I looked at her, and she began to smile. “Come and sit next to me on the bed,” she said. I did. And she told me she'd already had the idea that I was more of a sissy. And that she was fine with that, but not with her. Simply because it isn't her thing. She's more into punishing, hitting hard, beating masochists.

Freedom with other subs

Her words shocked me, and I thought that was the end of our marriage. But nothing could be further from the truth. “You know, I have my freedom with other subs thanks to you. I want you to look for a Mistress, and I'll help you look if you like, one who wants to give you sissy training. Who wants to go shopping with you. I hate shopping, online too. All I want to know is where you are, who you're with and, of course, for you to tell me, or write down, what you experienced. In the end we shouldn't have secrets from each other, and above all, we do everything safely. And I already know a lovely name for you. Ineke!” I immediately thought it was a lovely name too.

Searching

My wife and I went looking for a Mistress. We ended up with Mistress Moriah. She regularly hosts sissy parties but also gives sissy training. I'm not a daredevil; my wife is braver than I am. Luckily I could send an e-mail first to see whether Mistress Moriah might have time for me and to ask about the costs. Mistress Moriah then asked me all sorts of things too. Including whether I was in a relationship or single. Whether my partner knew about it. I told her what had happened, and that my wife gave me all the space I needed. "That's genuine love," Mistress Moriah said in a later message. And she asked me what I already had in the way of women's clothing, shoes and make-up. Well, nothing yet, I said. I asked her whether she had a list of the clothes and things I needed.

List

She would put together a list for me, but the very first thing I needed was a CB. By then I knew what that was. She said, “If you want to go through life as a sissy, then you don't need a cock. It can be locked up under lock and key.” I clicked on the link she had sent me. There were quite a few CBs on it. I scrolled through the page, what a choice. My eye fell on the red CB Now I didn't really know what our relationship would become, but I still asked her permission to buy the red one. 'Excellent choice," she said. Thank goodness.

Having coffee

Mistress Moriah and my wife had meanwhile been in touch via messaging. It's important to Mistress Moriah that there is no trouble within my wife's and my marriage. That's good to hear. And I'm glad too that they're getting to know each other. And that my wife supports me having another Mistress. Because two Mistresses in this situation wouldn't be practical. Once this coffee date has happened, Mistress Moriah will make an appointment with me for a sissy training session. I can't wait!

Sissy Ineke