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Their Slave By Tiffany Scott 05' I was a single parent of a smart 15 yr old daughter. My wife had passed away four years earlier and because of the stress of adjusting to being a single parent and all of the changes that had to take place it took me two years before I started to date other women. My relationship with my daughter Wendy was very good and rarely did we find ourselves in conflict with each other. There was the usual "You just don't understand" that all parents get from their kids and puberty was a trial of course. I was happy her mother had been alive to guide her through that when it hit. Right after her mother died she did start to get into trouble Because of the mental aguish she was going through and I had to punish her numerous times until she started to get back to normal. I was glad of that as at 15 she was getting a bit to old for me to pull across my knees to paddle her bottom. The last couple of times I had to resort to that she told me that she would get me back. "If it's the last thing I do!" She yelled at me, but that was a threat lots of kids make. It was forgotten in a very short time. That isn't to say that there weren't any problems. For Instance, when it comes to my ex-wife, er, dead wife. There were of course things between her and I that no one else knew about. Like during the 12 years of our marriage our sexual play had gotten to involve me dressing up in her things and then role-playing and engaging in sexual scenarios. By the time Wendy's mother died these games we played had become an almost daily event when the situation allowed. I had actually reached the point that I wanted to be in panties and a skirt every chance I could and with my wife's approval I had started to wear panties on a full time basis. My wife was insistent that when I took on the part of a submissive girl that we make love as lesbians while she dominated me. She actually took over and controlled every aspect of our lives. She was very creative and would think up games for us to play like "Kidnap". She would act as if she had abducted me and she would use a strap-on cock and engage in sex with her taking on the part of a man, or she would be a schoolteacher and I was the student who didn't have her homework and I would be pulled over her knees and punished. At times she would have me eating her while she teased me. She might treat me as if she were my pimp and would tell me that I was going to be a whore for her. "I'm going to put you to work satisfying all the horny business men." She would say. "And if you don't bring in enough money I'll auction you off to some other pimp!" She would add. This kind of play had become such a part in our sex that when my wife passed away I continued to dress up every chance I got, partly out of my yearning for her and loneliness, but also because I enjoyed it so much. Over the two year period following her death I did make several attempts to stop cross dressing, but no matter how sincere I was in my promise to never dress up again, I would always find that urge to dress and be a sissy developing to the point that I just couldn't resist doing it again. With my wife now passed away my adventures in dressing eventually had me exploring my daughters room where I found all kinds of cute flirty outfits and pretty panties, some with beautiful lace inserts and others in expensive satin. I didn't feel that I was violating my daughter in any way because she knew nothing about what was taking place when she wasn't there and it wasn't like I was borrowing her things every time was dressing. The truth was I had a fairly large collection of things that belonged to my wife hidden in the basement that I hadn't sent to the good will. When I did start seeing one woman almost exclusively, Wendy was very happy for me and she was delighted that I had found someone that I felt strongly about. She encouraged it and was always saying now nice Denise was and Denise and her hit it off so well they would often go shopping and such all by themselves. Denise of course knew nothing about my need to dress in women's things which made me take steps to be extra careful so neither her or my daughter found out. After a while Dense was spending several nights at my place and I was sleeping at her Apt. a couple of nights a week as well. On those mornings that I was at her apartment I would hang out until she had left, then spend a good couple of hours trying on her things. It wasn't long before I had tried on almost everything she owned that I could fit into. After a year or so of seeing each other almost daily I asked her to marry me and she accepted. Wendy had a field day helping with all the wedding arrangements and being the maid of honor for Denise. Once we had taken our vows all three of us got along fabulously. It was as if we had been living full time in the same house for years. But, with the two of them there 24/7 I found little opportunity to indulge in dressing. This caused something strange to happen. Because my dressing was happening less and less often I found that I would take things further then I normally did in order to increase the intensity. It just wasn't good enough to put on a skirt or dress, instead I would paint my fingernails and toe nails and I would put on makeup and style my shoulder length hair with a curling iron and blow dryer into a definitely feminine style. But not being able to dress as often as I wanted my craving really started to build up on me and about seven months after we married that need to be a girl got so intense that it was on my mind every minute of every day. It got so strong that I began planning a fake business trip out of town so that I could transform myself in the safety of a motel room. Then one Saturday morning Wendy and Denise headed out on a shopping trip to the big local mall armed with a long list of items they were going to search for. Well, as soon as the car pulled out of the driveway I found myself retrieving my stash of girl's clothes and heading up towards our bedroom. In my mind I had initially intended to make a quick transition just to satisfy this compulsive desire and I had and justified what I was doing by telling myself that I would be finished and would be back in my boy things by the time they returned. But as I was dressing I found that I just had to have some color on my fingernails and just one coat wasn't enough. To make matters worse I spent a long time on my makeup, which put the danger of discovery even closer. After a while I had gotten into a situation that even if I could undress fast enough once I heard them return, I'd never be able to remove the fingernail polish or get my makeup removed before they came into the house. But I certainly didn't let any of that bother me, in fact I didn't spend any time at all thinking about it. All I could think about was how nice it felt to have my slip brushing against my pantyhose encased thighs and how nice my lips looked coated with glossy lipstick. When I had finished my transformation I loved how I looked and how I felt. After looking myself over in the large full-length mirror I started making my way towards the basement once again where my secret stash of sissy magazines and paperback storybooks were hidden. By this time I was so consumed by lust that my wife and daughter returning home was the last thing I would have thought about. Instead I was focusing on how the high heels felt pushing up into the bottoms of my feet and how my skirt felt moving around my thighs. By the time I reached the last step I actually felt slightly dizzy. Taking it slow I navigated down the hallway towards the door leading to the basement and just as I reached out for the basement door knob the back door, which was about three feet from me swung open and there stood my wife, her arms filled with bags and a couple of boxes from the local mall. We both just kind of froze in place like statues for a very long and silent length of time that in reality was only a few fleeting seconds. Then without saying a word Denise wedged her way past me and disappeared into the kitchen. I was left standing with a confused and panicked expression on my face, but finding myself alone in the hallway there was no longer any thought of retrieving any of my sissy magazines or books. Those thoughts had been replaced by a panicked scramble of thoughts about what I should do. I came to the conclusion that it was probably best if I got my ass out of what I was wearing A.S.A.P. So I turned and started for the stairway. I exited the end of the hallway and made it to within two feet of the stairs when the sound of my wife's voice unexpectedly echoed from the walls and filled my ears so completely that I actually jumped. "Oh no you don't! Freeze right where you are!" She yelled in an authoritative tone I'd never heard her use before. "Don't you take one more step, not one or you'll be sorry for the rest of your life!" She added. I stopped, but I couldn't force myself to turn in her direction because I was terrified of making eye contact with her, but as I stood there I could hear the sound of my wife's high heels getting louder as she approached me. The clicking of her heels slowly made their way around me while she gave me a good looking over. She circled me once stopping when she was back in front of me. She reached out and grasped my chin with one hand and forced me to raise my head and look at her. I started to say something, wanting to explain, but she shushed me with a narrow brow and put one of her fingers to my lips. "Not one word understand. I don't want to hear a single word. Not just yet!" she said starring into my eyes. When she released my chin I allowed my head to drop again so I was looking at the floor. Several moments of silence followed. She was the first one to speak as I stood there like a mute statue. "I would never have believed this except I'm seeing it with my own eyes!" she exclaimed. She ran her fingertips over my blouse tracing one of the straps of my bra. As she did this the image of myself that I had seen in the long full-length mirror in our bedroom suddenly flashed through my mind and I remembered that the outline of my satin and lace bra could clearly be seen through my sexy semi-sheer blouse. "I assume your wearing panties under this skirt?" She asked as she brushed her hand against the pleated fabric. I moved my hands to keep the skirt from being flipped up so what I had on under it would be exposed, but I was too embarrassed to answer her. So I just stood there. After a few moments my wife raised her arm and pointed toward the front room. "March young lady. You have some explaining to do!" She Said. When I hesitated for just a second she gave me a quick shove on my shoulder. "I said move it!" She told me. But even when I did turn and start down the hall, I guess I wasn't moving fast enough for her because she gave me another encouraging shove to hurry me along faster. This caused me to almost stumble because of the tall spike heel pumps I was wearing but I managed to catch myself just as I reached the center of the living room. My wife told me to stand right were I was and I stood glancing down at the floor again while she sat in her favorite overstuffed chair. "I don't know what kind of story your going to try feeding me in explaining what he fuck your doing!" Denise said in a very unyielding, stern tone. "But before you start let me tell you that I had a suspicion that you had been fooling around with my things! Both at my apt. and then here as well." She shook her head in disbelief. "But I just couldn't imagine that you were using my stuff to dress up in!" I tried to tell her that she didn't understand, but she cut me right off. "Just what is there to not understand?" She asked. "You obviously have some want or desire to be a woman." She said. I tried to explain that I really didn't want to be a woman, that it was the sensations and emotions I felt when I was dressed and then I started to tell her about the games my ex-wife and I had played. She was very interested in this and for the next two hours I stood there while she questioned me about my dressing up. She didn't side step any question that she knew would be embarrassing either and by the time her curiosity was satisfied she knew all there was to know. She even knew about my having gotten into some of my daughters things. Once everything was said and done I started to promise her that I wouldn't do it again, that this would be the last time I would ever dress up like a girl. She sat there listening to me for a short time, then she held up her hand and motioned for me to be quiet. Well you could imagine my surprise when she told me that she didn't want me to do that. She got to her feet and came up to me, pressing herself against me as she gave me a little kiss. "You said that you get quite submissive and yielding when your all dolled up like this didn't you?" She asked. She smiled when I admitted that I did. "That is just fine with me. I would prefer to be the one in control of our relationship, the one who makes all the decisions." She pressed her pelvis forward against the lump that appeared in the front of my skirt. "If you were willing to be a submissive little sissy girl for your first wife, you should be willing to do the same for me!" She said. "I think that I would enjoy having you under my thumb just as much as she did!" She added. "I'll be the one in charge and you'll do exactly what I say just like an obedient, faithful little wife!" She said. "And you will be obedient!" She assured me. This whole time I couldn't bear to look at her and stood with my head bowed in embarrassment and shame. But I did manage to nod my head. "So you will continue to dress up like this and be the obedient little sissy girl that I will train to be exactly like I want you to be and we will both get what we want!" She explained. Once again she put her fingers under my chin and raised my head so I was forced to look at her. "Do you understand young lady?" She asked as if testing me. I was still too embarrassed to answer her, especially since she had flattened herself against me and felt my cock getting hard. Again I nodded. Then she start describing what our marriage was going to be like from then on with her being the dominant partner. "I will be in control, in and out of the bedroom. You will be my little sex slave and will serve me in whatever way I choose" She smiled. "You'll be punished if I'm ever disappointed with you and I will often be forcing you into embarrassing situations that befit a pathetic little sissy slut like you" She told me. But my embarrassment had kept me from agreeing with her and she was having none of that. She continued to grind herself against my cock when I hesitated answering her. "What's the matter?" She asked in a playful tone. "Don't you want to dress up for me and be my little sissy girl?" I felt myself blush as she looked into my eyes. "Your excitement tells me that it is something you want." She added pushing against the hard lump in my skirt. "So don't be a stubborn girl. Admit it. I want to hear you say that its something you want to happen!" She said in a stern tone. All I could manage to do was nodded my head, but then I did force myself to mumble a "Yes" that she could hardly hear. "What was that dear? Speak up so I can hear you." She ordered. "Y-YES" I gasped out. "It's something I want to happen" Admitting this to her made my knees go weak momentarily and I felt her hugging me slightly harder in order to help support me for a few moments. "Say it again. Tell me exactly what you want!" She ordered. "I want to be your sissy slave girl." I said. "Now that's a good girl." She told me. She leaned back so she could look at me. "And you want me to be the one in charge, the one making all the decisions and being in control of things? In control of you?" Again I answered yes, but as I had once again allowed my head to drop so I was looking down at the carpet she wasn't satisfied. She forced my head up again. "Look me in the eyes and tell me then. Tell me that's what you want!" She commanded. "Tell me that you want me to be in control of you, in control of everything and that you want to submit to me and be my little sissy girl!" Well it didn't take much more coaxing on her part before I was standing there telling her exactly what she wanted to hear. I told her that I wanted her to be in control and that I wanted to be her sissy girl and I promised that I would obey her and that I would be a good girl for her. "Please let me wear panties and skirts for you and I'll be so good!" I promised. "I'll be the best girl ever!" I told her. She made me promise that I would do as she said and that I would never argue or question any decision she made and she made me tell her that I wanted her to be the who controlled things in the bedroom as well. "Yes I promise to do whatever you want and I understand that we will only have sex when you say so and that I will not cum unless you have given your permission." I said. I also told her that I would wear whatever she wanted me to wear whenever she wanted. "Yes, yes I promise" I told Her. Then she made me agree to her having sex with anyone she wanted. I stood there blushing while I told her that I thought it was a good idea for her to fuck any man she found desirable. Then I looked at her with a bit of worry showing on my face. "But what about Wendy?" I asked. She just gave me a quick kiss and told me not to worry about her. "I'll take care of Wendy!" She said. "Remember, I'm the one handling all those types of things now. You just don't worry yourself about Wendy young lady!" Then moving back several steps she folded her arms under her breasts. "OK" she told me. "Now lets see how well you follow orders. Prove that you really want to be my sissy girl. I want to see what kind of panties your wearing, so lift up that skirt and show me young lady!" She ordered. I felt myself begin to blush as soon as she said that and I stood for several seconds playing my fingertips along the hem of my skirt until I took a deep breath, then I took my skirt into my fingers and slowly raised it up to my hips. "OH MY!" She exclaimed loudly when she got a good look at my exposed panties and the little bows above each hip. She reached out and ran her fingers over the lace inserts on each side of the front panel. "You really are a little panty wearing sissy aren't you!" She openly laughed at me for some time. "I just didn't think that you would be wearing such feminine panties!" She said still laughing. Finally when she got herself under control she moved to my side and gave my bottom a firm pat. "Your ass does feel just like a girls through your panties." She told me. "I am just so amazed that you pulled off acting like a real man this whole time!" She added trying make my shame even worse by embarrassing me even more. After rubbing her hand over both of my ass cheeks she told me to lower my skirt. "Now you go take off your fingernail polish and makeup and put on your normal clothes before Wendy gets home" She said. "But, leave your bra, panties and nylons on under your regular boys things" She added. I quickly hurried off up the stairs toward our bathroom and I did exactly as I was told making sure all the makeup was scrubbed off and my fingernail polish was removed completely. I removed the dress and changed into my pants and sweat shirt, but I could still feel My panties and nylons rubbing against my pants and I could feel the tug of my bra each time I moved and it was a constant reminder of what I was wearing next to my skin. The day passed with me worrying that my daughter would be able to somehow tell what I was wearing under my clothes, but nothing was said about it. I was very relieved when it was bedtime and all the lights were out and Denise and I were safely behind our closed bedroom door. I was told to take off my boy's things but to keep my girls lingerie on and I was given a short Baby doll nightie to wear over them. It floated down into place and the several layers of soft semi-sheer nylon felt fabulous moving against my skin and the matching lace trimmed panties felt delightful. But it was so short that I found myself tugging on it several times to try and get it to cover more of my panted bottom. Denise scolded me when she saw me doing that saying I would pull it all out of shape. "It's supposed to be that short so it shows off your cute panties and bottom inside them!" She explained. She sat on the edge of the bed brushing her hair for a few minutes, then she patted her lap and ordered me to lay over her thighs. When she saw the confused expression she told me that I was to be punished for keeping all of this from her. "I would have done it this afternoon, but there just wasn't time!" She told me. "I was afraid that Wendy was going to walk in on us as it was." She said. I ended up laying over her knees and she used her hairbrush to beat my ass until it felt like it was on fire. It turned out to be just the first of many paddlings I would receive at her hands. The whole time she bawled me out for keeping secrets and she called me a little sissy and told me I was a pervert. She threatened to tell my daughter about me having gotten into her things and she told me that she was going to show me off to not only her friends but to people who knew me as well. When she had finished I had to crawl between her thighs and orally service her until she had cum so many times she was totally exhausted. The first week went by with me continuing to wear lingerie under my clothes. As soon as I got home I would strip and wait for Denise to come up to the bedroom and inspect me to make sure I was wearing everything I had been wearing when I left the house that morning. If Wendy was going to be out I would have to put on a skirt and blouse and then kneel and she would have me orally worshiping her sex. This was something I ended up doing several times a day. I was always so nervous when I would be fully dressed and wearing makeup in the evenings that Wendy was going to come home and Denise loved to see the worried look in my eyes. Once we had the bedroom door closed and locked she would often tie me to the headboard and then tell me that I was a pathetic sissy and that she was going to make me into the biggest sissy humanly possible just like I wanted to be. She would tell me that I would be more girl then boy by the time she was finished and that eventually I would never be allowed to have sex with her again. Each time I hinted that I wanted to cum she would laugh and tease me, telling me that a little sissy bitch like me needed to earn the privilege of cuming. She would tell me that it was ridiculous for her to even think about me cuming like a real man and that when she did allow me some relief that it would be saved and that I was going to eat every drop of my sissy juice that oozed out of me. She would keep it up until my embarrassment had killed my desire to cum, as she put it, "Like a normal man." But by the end of the second week this embarrassment she was forcing me to suffer through was affecting me in a different way. It had started to turn me on an she delighted in putting her hand right onto my panties so she could feel my penis swell up and grow hard as she forced me to endure the humiliating things she said. "I'm going to make you into a perfect little sissy girl and then show you off to all our friends" She would say and when she felt my cock growing hard she would tease me. "Oh you like that idea huh. You want me to show you off, let people see just what a little bitch you've become!" At the end of the second week on Friday night I arrived home and was told to go change into the skirt and top Denise had laid out for me on the bed. I was taken by how short the skirt was and I knew I would have to be careful of how I moved to keep from showing everything underneath it. By the outfit Denise had picked out for me I assumed that my daughter was going to be gone on a date or something and that excited me, as I knew that there was a good chance for our sex play to get quite kinky. After adding a bit of makeup, eyeliner and lipstick I slipped into my 4" pumps and proceeded down the stairs and back into the living room where my wife was waiting for me. Once she had checked me over she told me that she had a surprise and that I was to close my eyes. I followed her instructions and stood there with my eyes closed while she shuffled some things around and then she told me to tell her exactly what I was. When I started to open my eyes she reminded me that I hadn't gotten permission, so I stood there with my eyes shut and told her that I was her Sissy Sex Slave and her servant slut. Once I had done that she told me it was OK to open them. When I did my knees almost gave out from under me because there standing next to Denise was my 16 yr old daughter Wendy. They both had big grins on their faces and it was obvious that they were fighting to keep from bursting out laughing. I didn't know what to say and stood there like a mute statue as both of them slowly walked around me. "See I told you." Denise said, as they looked me over. "I would have bet my last dollar, but it's true" Wendy answered. They came back in front of me and stopped. "And I figure that He, er She could serve both of us, kind of like a house maid." Denise said to Wendy. Wendy nodded her agreement and exclaimed that she thought that was a great idea. "I can think of quite a few things for her to do for me!" Wendy said with a grin. They both turned and looked at me. "Of course she will no longer have the status that she once had. She'll be at the bottom of the totem pole so to say, just like any servant or slave." Denise said. They then talked quietly to each other, turning away so I couldn't hear them. After a short conversation they turned back around so they were facing me. "OK" Denise said. "The two of us have come to some decisions. You might not be totally comfortable with these decisions but that's something that you are going to have to get over!" Her stern expression left little doubt that she didn't want to hear any complaints or whining about what she was going to tell me and she quickly went on so there really wasn't an opportunity for me to voice my feelings about anything anyway. "I'm sure you'll be able to come to terms with the rules and regulations we've decided you should follow." She told me. Then in a very stern voice she told me that if I didn't like their rules I could pack a suitcase and leave, after she had given me a through beating. "In other wards there is one way things are going to be around here and that's our way!" She said. She asked me if I understood and had I to tell her several times that I did. Once I had done that she looked at Wendy for a moment, then she looked back at me. "We've decided that since you have this burning desire to be a woman, that you should dress as a woman, like you are now whenever your in the house" Glancing back at Wendy she waited until she saw her nod her head in agreement. Then she went on. "Yes. In fact you must get our approval before putting on any of your old clothes or covering up your pretty girls things. And you're also to have your face made up so your looking as pretty and girlie as you can look!" She added. "Yeah" My daughter added. "We want you to look just as cute as you look right now" My wife agreed. "Yes you must look as feminine as possible in case anyone comes by and sea's you" She told me. "We don't want other people to think that you're anything other then a proper and obedient sissy servant!" She said with a chuckle. I thought her smile was some kind of a trick, but then I started to think about her words "Other people." I looked at her. "Others?" I asked. "Yes others. Like whoever might stop by for a visit." Denise said. "My friends or the people I work with. There are all kinds of reasons someone might drop by!" She told me. "Or my friends" My daughter added. "I would hate to be embarrassed if any of my friends thought that you were a silly looking sissy or that you were not under our control!" She said. "Or your friends!" Denise repeated with a smirk. Denise's comment and the way she said it made them both laugh. "Of course there is no need for us to have to explain your status when you're in this house." Denise said. "In this house you shall have no status" She said gleefully. "Also, if I am not here your to obey Wendy just as you would obey me if I was here." She added. "Your not to argue with what she says or make a fuss in anyway because if you do you will surely regret it for years to come!" "And you had better be a good girl" My daughter warned. "Because if you're a bad girl I'm going to paddle you. Just like you used to do to me." She stood up straight as if she were suddenly almost taller then me. "No more spankings from you. I'll be giving them instead! So you better be a good girl!" She warned shaking her finger at me. I looked first at my wife, then back at Wendy, then back at my Wife again. They could easily see that what they were telling me was causing a bit of panic and worry. "But, but people will..." I started to say, but Denise cut me off flat. "But nothing!" Denise yelled as she crossed the three feet that had been between us. She quickly reached out her hand and slapped my face. It wasn't hard, yet it still stung. I stood there rubbing my cheek not believing she had just hit me. "I told you that we had decided how things were going to be around here and what we were going to do with you! And you are going to do exactly what we tell you to do!" She said angrily. "But I would die if anyone saw me. They would laugh" I objected. My daughter sat up as best she could while still having her legs folded under her. "Well I guess so!" She assured me. "Just what would you expect them to do seeing you in your pretty little panties and a dress prancing around the house like you were a real girl?" She asked. Denise agreed. "I'm sure that many of them will hold you in contempt. They will look at you as a perverted, pathetic excuse for a man!" She snickered at her description of me. Their teasing didn't do a thing to ease my worry. In fact I felt my panic rising inside me stronger then it was just minutes before. Denise put her hand on my shoulder. "I understand your concerns." She told me in a sympathetic tone. "I understand that all those things you did with Wendy's mother was just role-play. Fantasy. And this is much different because this is real!" She brushed her fingertips over the side of my face. "Also this isn't going to be hidden behind some locked bedroom door!" She added. "This is going to be out in the open. After all everyone has a right to see just what a little sissy fagot you really are! They have a right to see that you wear pretty girls panties with lacy elastic waistbands and see that you wear pretty bra's with lace covered cups." I was blushing again and could feel the warmth my embarrassment caused flush down onto my chest. "And they also should be able to see you submitting, surrendering all control to the two closest women in your life. Your daughter and your wife. Submitting to them and being their little sissy slave girl" She told me. I glanced up and saw my daughter covering her mouth with her hands to keep her laugher under control. "I know that my friends are going to think she looks darling in her pretty panties and skirts" She said managing to keep herself from openly laughing. My wife looked over at Wendy for a moment. "You do think she looks cute don't you?" She asked. My daughter nodded her head. "Yes!" She said. "I think she is. Don't you think that he looks really cute dressed up like he is?" She asked. Dense turned and stood looking at me. "Oh yes she looks just darling!" She replied in sarcastic tone. "She looks just darling!" "See Dad!" My daughter said. "And I know that any of my friends who might see you would think the same thing." She chuckled. "They might tease you a little, but any sissy like you would have to expect that!" She said. "And I think that some of them are going to want to see the panties that you'll be wearing, but that's just normal I think" She added. I felt powerless. I hadn't expected things to turn out like this. I certainly didn't expect my 16 year old daughter to be a major part of it like she was obviously going to be. As I stood there with my thoughts a mass of confusion and fear they began to coax me to accept their terms and agree to them willingly. Denise moved up against me so that the front of her crotch was rubbing against the hard lump my cock was making in my skirt. I hadn't softened one bit this whole time and the truth was it had been so hard for such a long time that it actually ached. "You know you want this just as much as we do!" My wife half whispered into my ear as she licked at it and kissed it. "You know that you want to be made into the most feminine sissy bitch as is humanly possible. You want everyone to see you in your panties and skirts, see you trying to be a pretend girl" She added. Each time she pressed against my swollen cock a ripple of pleasurable sensations flooded through my loins, inner thighs and groin. "And you know that this is exactly what you deserve" She went on saying. "That this is the only thing I can do with you now that I know about you!" She pulled her head back and looked into my face. "How else can it possibly be between us now that I know that you want to wear panties from now on and make yourself pretty and feminine looking. Certainly I can't go back to treating you like a real husband like I did before!" What she was saying made me feel even more shame and guilt then I was already feeling. "And think of how this is for me!" She said. "I mean here I am looking at you and thinking of how it's effected me." She shook her head. "Just sexually. I mean now that I know how you are the idea of us having sex is just so ridiculous I doubt you will ever get to fuck me again." She hugged me tightly when she saw my pained reaction to what she had just said. "I'm just so lucky that you have a real talent using that magical tongue and mouth of yours. I thank god you are so good going down on me or I would be feeling more frustration and pent up sexual desires then you must be feeling by now!" She said. She moved around to my side and I was surprised to see my daughter step up to the other side of me. I could hardly believe it when she too began to press up against me. "Yes Daddy" She said reaching down and actually rubbing my erect cock through the front of my skirt. "We both know that you want to do this. That you want to be a good girl for us and do as your told!" She cooed. I felt one of my wife's hands drop down my back until it was resting my ass. "Yes" Denise asked. "You want to be a good girl, don't you?" I glanced at her and saw that she was grinning and when I glanced at my daughter she had the same big grin on her face as well. "It wasn't that many days ago that you were begging me to let you be my little sissy sex slave." Denise said reminding me what had taken place the day she discovered me being girlie. "I remember that you begged me over and over to make you into my little girl" My daughter gasped. "He didn't!" She asked. I swallowed hard, then cleared my throat. "I know." I said admitting that I had done just that. "But I hadn't any thought of my own daughter being involved." I explained. Denise kissed my ear. "Oh I couldn't leave her out." She told me. "How could I do that knowing just how much she would enjoy having you at her beck and call and just how much satisfaction and fulfillment she would get from having total control over everything you do!" Wendy reached down and slipped her hand under my pleated skirt, the slid it up along my thighs until it moved from my thighs to the fronts of my panties. I felt her wrap the soft slick nylon around my throbbing erection, then she started to slide the seductive and addictive nylon up and down the shaft of my cock. "I'm going to enjoy having a Sissy Slave girl for a Daddy." She said gleefully. I shuddered each time she playfully rubbed my panties over the head of my stiff cock before forcing it to slide down the rock hard shaft again. Up and down, over and over. Stroking me. Masturbating me. "Does that feel good Daddy?" She teased. Soon one of Denise's hands joined my daughters and they both squeezed my member tightly, yet not too tightly so that they could fuck that tunnel of nylon up and down my rigid cock. "She must really enjoy all the things we're telling her because she is harder then any guy I've ever dated" My daughter said with a but of laugher that was supposed to humiliate me even more. "You want to be a good girl don't you Daddy?" My daughter whispered in my ear. "Be a good obedient girl for your Wife and me?" I looked my daughter. She was nodding and coaxing me to say yes. "Come on, tell us" my wife encouraged. "Tell us the truth. Tell me and your daughter that you want to be our slave girl!" "Come on Dad. Do it!" Wendy said loudly. "Let us turn you into our little sissy bitch! Wouldn't you enjoy being our girl, our little bitch?" She asked. I was silent for a time. "Admit it so I can have you worshiping my Puss just like you do Denise's" Wendy told me. "Confess that you want this so I can start turning you into my little sissy pussy eater!" "We all know that you want us to take total control of you and abuse you and force you to become even more feminine." Denise said. "I can tell by how hard you are that you want us to embarrassed you. You want us to make you display yourself to all your old friends and to show them just how much of a little pathetic sissy you really are!" My Daughter said with a chuckle. "Don't you?" She asked. "Admit it." My wife coaxed. "Tell Wendy that you want to be our girl" After a short time of them urging me on and the two of them rubbing my hard penis I turned so I was looking directly at my daughter. I felt embarrassed and had to take a deep breath. Then I did like they wanted. "Yes. Yes I would like that." I confessed to my own daughter. As soon as I said it I felt my face grow warm and I knew I had to be blushing. I was ashamed of having admitted that to them. My wife pulled back a bit and looked at me. "No, no." She said shaking her head. "You can't lollygag like that when you're asked to make a simple choice. It makes me feel like you really don't want to do this!" She added. After a moment she smiled. "Make us believe that you really want to be turned into our girl!" She said. "Beg to be a girl!" She said sarcastically. I heard Wendy starting to laugh as I looked at my wife. "You heard me. Beg!" Denise told me. "Yeah beg to be allowed to wear panties Daddy!" She teased. "Come on you can do it." she told me. "I want to hear you beg to wear pretty nylon panties!" My wife moved one hand up to my face and started molding my lips and mouth. "Now just repeat after me" She said forcing my lips and jaws to move. "Say, 'I want.'" she stopped until she had gotten me to say that. "I want." I said. "To wear girl's clothes." She told me. "To wear girl's clothes." Well you get the idea. So she prompted me to stand in front of them and say that I wanted to wear pretty girls panties and wear makeup." It ended with me saying, "Please, please let me be a girl for the two of you. Pretty please?" They were both trying to control their laugher and frequently glanced at each other. Once I had started begging them I lost any sense of shame and I began pleading with them. Begging them to turn me into their sissy girl. I was promising that I would never disappoint them and that I would always do as they said and that I would do anything they wanted if they just let me be a little sissy bitch for them. "Please I want to be your slave girl so badly. Let me be your sissy slave. Please!" I pleaded. Suddenly my own daughter was telling me that I was just a little sissy slut and my wife was agreeing. They began to say that I wanted to be a girl so that boys would want to use their cocks on me. "Yes I can tell she wants to be a little slut." Wendy said. "I think she does" My wife answered. "If that's what she wants then that is exactly what we should turn her into!" My wife exclaimed. "Oh lets do!" My daughter eagerly agreed. My wife looked right into my eyes. "Do you want to be a slut Sissy?" She asked in a stern voice. "Be a slut and show the boys your panties and let them touch you and push their fingers into your tight little sissy hole?" "I bet she does. I bet she can't help thinking about their hard cocks and how cum squirts out of them and how it would feel to have them fucking her all day and night!" My daughter exclaimed. "She's just a nasty little wanna be slut is all!" She said sliding her hand down and grasping my balls. She gave them such a hard squeeze my legs buckled, but my wife ordered me to stand up straight like a good girl. When I did my daughter crushed my balls in her tight fist a second time. I moaned as I started to double over. "I said stand up bitch!" My wife yelled, then she slapped my face. "Stand up you little cunt!" She ordered. Once again when I had regained my composure and managed to stand fairly straight my 16 yr old daughter squeezed my balls hard and kept squeezing them. I couldn't breath and then the aching cramp in my tummy doubled me over and I dropped to my knees. But she followed right along with me continuing to smash my balls into each other in her tight squeezing fist. "I'm going to hurt your ugly boy balls like this every chance I get" Wendy told me with an evil look. "I want them to hurt, hurt all the time so you'll hate that you have them. Hurt them more and more until I have ruined them and they won't be doing what they used to." She squeezed them harder making me drop onto my side. "I want to hurt them so badly that they are ruptured and have to be chopped off!" She yelled pulling her hand away. I laid there for a moment in agony as she looked up to my wife and saw Denise nod her head. When she saw that she doubled up her fist and drew back then punched her tight fist right into my panties and my testacies hidden under them. I doubled up in a fetal position but she forced me onto my back and pried my legs open. Once she had done that she used her other hand, punching that fist right into my hurting and aching balls three times in quick succession. I laid on the floor unable to breath as she got to her feet. My hands had gone down toward my crotch to protect my hurting gonads, but towering over me she reached down and unexpectedly yanked my hands away from my now exposed panties. Then before I could react she kicked her shinny black Mary Jane in between my thighs landing a direct blow on my defenseless balls. I doubled up again and squirmed, rolling onto my side, then back and then my tummy before ending up on my side again while groaning and gritting my teeth. My wife grabbed my hair in her two hands. "I told you to stand up you lazy cunt!" She yelled slapping my face then grabbing a fistful of hair again. She used my hair to pull me up onto my feet where I finally remained, wobbling from my weak legs and hurting swollen balls. "Get your skirt down like it should be slut!" My wife ordered slapping her hand against my cheek. "See I told you" Wendy shouted. "She wants to be a slut. Wants everyone to see her pretty panties!" She added. "Well then we'll just make sure that happens, in spades." My wife said. She tugged on the tight waistband of my skirt. "Hike that skirt up slut!" She ordered. I fumbled with the waist then managed to roll it so the hem moved several inches higher. It was now covering me to just above mid-thigh. "Higher!" My daughter said and my wife agreed. "Yes higher. Sluts like their skirts to be higher!" She said. I was tugging at my skirt but it didn't move any higher. Seeing this my daughter asked me if I wanted her to play with my balls some more. When I told her no he warned me that I had better get my skirt up several more inches then. I struggled and managed to roll the waistband over two more times so that my skirt stopped at between the bottoms of my panties and mid- thigh. The hem was actually only 4 or so inches below my panties. "Yes that's perfect!" My daughter squealed excitedly. My wife also approved and instructed her stepdaughter to take one arm. Once she had they half carried me, dragged me to the back door, opened it then pushed me out. "Its trash day tomorrow. Take out the three cans to the curb!" My wife ordered openly laughing. "And be quick about it slut! Or else!" My `16 year old daughter added. I stood outside the back door, my tummy still suffering from rhythmic cramps from having my tender balls abused. I could feel the cool night air wafting up around my pantied ass and crotch, which just reminded me of how dam short my skirt was now that I had hiked it up. My 4 inch high heel pumps clicked on the hard cement driveway as I made my way over to the alcove where the trashcans sat. Each step I could feel the hem of my short skirt brushing against my upper thighs and its shortness caused me to be very wary of anyone seeing me. As quietly as I could I made sure the lids were pushed down into place then bent and took a handle in each hand. I tried to keep the can from rubbing against my nylons so I struggled to hold it out away from me as far as possible. Straining to hold the can away from me caused my abdomen to tighten up and that caused the dull ache my hurt balls had started to begin developing again, but I still managed to get the cans out to the curb. But as I was walking back down the driveway toward the back door the four bright floodlights suddenly came on washing the whole drive and me in brilliant illumination. It was so bright I actually had to squint slightly and I knew that anyone who could see down the drive had a perfectly clear view of me in that ridiculously short skirt. But as I tried to make my way to the back door as quickly as I could I felt my cock start to harden from the risk of being seen by anyone who happened to look this way. Seen in my slut skirt and my tall high heel pumps. When I did get to the back door it wouldn't open. It was locked. I knocked and begged the girls to let me in but they just peeked out the window and laughed. They made me stand out there for a full 20 minutes or so before they told me to come in through the front door. I had no choice so I just steeled myself to the fact that I was going to have to do that and started back up the driveway. I made it up the drive and down the front walk and up onto the front porch and as they had said the front door was unlocked. But as I stepped inside and turned to close the door I saw the man who lived next door standing at a side window of his house starring at me. I quickly shut the door and wondered just how long he had been watching me. I instinctively ran my fingertips along the back hem of my short skirt feeling to see if my panties had been on display the whole time I was taking the trash out and I was relieved to feel that my skirt did at least cover them. Once the door was closed I didn't take more then three steps before my wife was in front of me. "Well did you enjoy getting to show off your pretty panties slut?" She asked as she wedged her hand between my upper thighs. It was impossible for her not to feel my semi hard cock through the nylon crotch band of my panties. "OH MY GOD!" She exclaimed as she ran her cupped hand over my hard member. "Wendy I think you were right. Being outside in that slutty little skirt excited her!" She said looking into the living room. Denise grasped my shoulder and shoved me towards the living room. "Get your nasty ass in there slut!" She growled angrily. She forced me to move directly in front of my daughter. "Stand right there!" She warned as she settled on the sofa beside Wendy. "OK Lets see" Wendy said. "Lift up that skirt so I can see if you did get excited parading around outside in that skirt bitch!" She told me. The idea of lifting up my skirt in front of my daughter caused me to turn a bright red, but she didn't care how I felt. "I told you to get your skirt up. You want another punishment session like you had before?" She asked. That was all she had to say. I quickly bunched my skirt up around my hips so most of my pretty lace trimmed panties were exposed. I actually shuddered when she reached out her 16 year old hand and slid her fingertips over the V shaped crotch band that disappeared between my thighs. "You nasty little bitch!" She hissed as she felt my cock, which had gotten even harder when first my wife's hands and now my daughters had rubbed my panties against it. "I told you!" My wife said. "A real little tart!" Wendy sat back. "What should we do about it stepmother" She asked. "You decide." She said. Wendy got to her feet and ordered me to hold my skirt up higher, then she made me spread my feet to shoulder width. She stood in front of me and stared right into my eyes. Without the slightest warning she suddenly kicked her foot up between my legs so it landed a direct blow on my already hurting balls. I dropped like a rock as I grabbed my crotch, squirming from the pain that filled my tummy and groin. As soon as I could stand my wife got to her feet. "Get out of that skirt of right now slut!" She ordered. I didn't hesitate in unrolling the waistband and lowering the zipper holding my skirt closed around me. Slowly I let it slide down my nylon encased legs until it made a ring around my feet. Denise reached out and grasped my hands and pulled me toward the large center window in the front of the living room. I struggled to kick my skirt from around my feet in order to keep from tripping on it. She forced me to stand right in the center of the large window in just my panties and pantyhose. "You want everyone to see your pretty panties?" She asked gleefully. "Then you can just stand there for 15 minutes and show them all you want!" she said. I heard Wendy laughing as I begged my wife not to make me do this. But my pleading fell on deaf ears as they both decided to ignore me. It really wasn't as bad an ordeal as I had envisioned. Because of the late hour only three cars passed by during the 15 minutes and they were going fast enough I didn't think they had the chance to get a good look if they happened to even glance in my direction. But as I stood there I was subjected to a constant narration from my daughter as to what was in my future. "Now that we know you want to be a girl we'll start you on hormones. Two of our birth control pills each day will do until we get stronger estrogens prescribed for you." She told me. "And you'll have permanent makeup, permanent eyeliner and lips that will always be a dark red fuckable color." About then my wife broke in. "Yes and maybe you and your daughter can even double date!" She said gleefully. Wendy thought that was a delightful idea. "Oh, I hadn't thought about that!" She exclaimed. "I'd love to double date with you Sissy Daddy!" She added in a teasing sarcastic tone. "I bet we could find a good looking horny stud that would love to take a little virgin like our sissy out on her first date!" My wife said laughing. "Would you like to double date with me Daddy?" my daughter asked knowing how embarrassing the question would be. "Would you like me to fix you up with some young horny stud?" She asked. I was too embarrassed to answer. "Would you let him slip his hand under your skirt and inside your blouse?" She asked. My wife started laughing. "You know the little slut would!" She exclaimed. "I bet she wouldn't be with her date for more then five minutes before he had a handful of tittie!" They kept up the demeaning comments and jokes for about an hour while I cleaned the dinner dishes and straightened up the living room. While I worked the two girls sat at the table doing some paperwork. At about 10:00 PM Wendy, my daughter announced that it was late and that I should be in bed. "You'll sleep in the spare bedroom." my wife told me. "I can't be expected to sleep with the likes of you." She explained. "From now on only real men will share my bed with me" Both of the girls saw the disappointed look on my face. My daughter got up from the table and came over to where I was standing. "Aw, Sissy Daddy is pouting" she said sarcastically. She stopped about a foot from me. "You know she is right" She said. "No real woman would ever consider you a man, let alone a husband or a sexual partner" My wife interrupted her. "You go get ready for bed" She told me. I put a cute little nigh tie on your bed for you to wear. Go change and then come back and get your list of chores for tomorrow we made up for you to do!" I stood looking at her for a moment. "Well get going!" She told me in a stern voice. Not really believing what was happening I silently made my way down the hall to the spare bedroom. Just like Denise had told me there was a very cute peach colored baby doll nightie with the matching panties laying on the bed. I undressed hanging my skirt in the closet and was surprised to find that my entire collection of women's clothes that had been stashed in the basement was now hanging in the closet. I was in for another surprise when I pulled open the drawers of the small dresser and found that all of the panties, nylons and other lingerie had been separated and put in the dresser. When I held the panties that went with the nightie open to step into them I saw that they were doubled layer. Once they were pulled up into place the sensation of the two layers of smooth nylon rubbing together against me caused a raging erection. I tried to think it down but it remained swollen so it made a huge bulge in the fronts of the panties. I stood in front of the two of them as they sat on the sofa my head bowed and my face a bright red from embarrassment from my cock being so visibly hard. "Well just look at the pathetic little slut!" My wife said. "Your no man! Only men have erections!" She added as she reached out and pulled the front of my panties down far enough to allow my cock to stick out over the tops. "Wendy get me your hairbrush." She said as she teased the head of my cock with the tips of her fingernails. Wendy quickly jumped from the sofa and disappeared into the hallway. "Yes, I love you being my slave" She said to me with a big grin she continued to tease my cock. Every now and then it would jerk when she traced her fingernails over a sensitive spot. "You're never going to be a man again." She told me. "Your daughter and I are going to transform you into exactly what you fantasized being. A controlled sissy sex slave and you had better work hard at keeping us happy because if you don't we'll get rid of you" Just then my daughter returned and handed my wife her flat wooden hairbrush. "This is what you can expect whenever you get one of these nasty erections!" She told me, then she smacked my stiff cock with the hairbrush. I jumped and started to reach my hands toward my stinging penis, but she told me to keep my hands at my side. "Your ridiculous sissy clitty will be beaten until it goes soft every time you do something manly like this." She said. Then she ordered me to just stand like I was then she began smacking it with that brush as if she were hitting a ping-pong ball. She swatted it from the sides so it would swing far enough to almost hit my hips and also from the top and bottom so every side of it was a bright red. After `12 or 13 swats it started to go limp. Once it was totally soft I was allowed to put it back inside my panties and pull them up into place. "We'll need to buy a device to keep that under control!" She said putting the brush on the sofa beside her. "Oh that's a marvelous idea" My daughter exclaimed. Something germinate! Something so she won't ever be able to have sex again!" My wife nodded. "Yes exactly. Some kind of chastisement device that cant ever be removed." She agreed. Hearing them talk about putting me in germinate chastity caused my stinging cock to swell up again and when Denise saw this she lowered my panties and once again began swatting it with the hair brush. Real tears were running down my cheeks before it had shrunk down like she wanted it. "Next time you let that happen Wendy is going to be the one punishing that ugly little weenie!" She told me gleefully. "I bet she would love beating that useless thing!" Wendy laughed. "I bet she would love to have me doing it!" She said. Her comment made both of them laugh.