I don't sense that Daddy is feeling in the mood for any shenanigans tonight, which is why I just wore my Hello Kitty nightshirt and a pair of pink panties to bed, but I sense wrong. He has me pull my panties down & begins shenaniganizing me. It doesn't take long for Daddy to find that "special spot" that sends that unmistakeable tingle all through me. He teases it, leaves it, comes back to it, leaves it. As Daddy points out, I'm not the least bit hard. Oh, he's come back to it again. Hard is what men get. And am I a man? Ha! What a silly idea. What am I? I'm finding it harder to talk, harder to think, even just saying the words "I'm a sissy Daddy" take a lot of focus. After a while I can sense that a sissy cummi is bobbing somewhere out there on the horizon, just close enough to seem possible, when Daddy asks me if I'd like it to come ashore and sweep me away and I say "Yes Daddy…" but that's when he tells me to pull up my panties, "not tonight," he says. "Yes, Daddy," I say and give him a kiss. Instead Daddy plays with my ass for a while which feels really nice in my sub-orgasmic state & I think he may cum there but instead he has me turn over on my back and begins thrashing my little clittie with his big Daddy cock. It hurts a little, depending on where he whips me with it, but it also feels good. I've heard of being pussy-whipped but I've never heard of being cock-whipped. Well, that's what's happening to me now. The last time Daddy did this I had a spontaneous sissycummi but tonight he's keeping just enough away from my "special spot" to take me to the edge & leave me there. Meanwhile, he's come right to the edge and enthusiastically goes over it, drenching my perpetually soft, forever impotent little clittie with copious amounts of hot Daddy cream. I'll never make a cummi like that! The only way I'll ever wet my panties with semen is if a man soaks them for me. 

Sissies don't make man-juice when they cum! Sissies don't make anything! Except for good cocksuckers.

Sissies aren't men, silly!