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It's a Pink Satin Sissy's Life (And I love it!) by Missy Satinpanties Authors Note: I wish I could tell you that this is an autobiographical story, but it's not (sigh!). I'm a sissy, and there's no denying that fact. In fact, as I wrote this, I wore many of the outfits I described here (See E-Bay shops Simply Playful, Jolie's boutique, Birchplace Shop and I Love Ruffles, as that's where a lot of my sissy wardrobe came from), but I am far from looking like little Debbie, nor have I found a woman to indulge my darker sissy fantasies. But, I can live them out here in my stories. Now as for the story itself: I can't think of anything that depresses me more than thinking of a sissy at age 70, still running around dressed like a little girl, and often as a diaper wearing baby girl, On the other hand, I'll probably still be dressing like a sissy until I'm too old to dress myself, and hey, my diapers and plastic panties will probably come in handy! Anyway, I had to come up with what I thought was a fitting way to end this little story. I hope you agree that it's an appropriate ending. Now, I hope you put on your frilliest sissy panties and dress up in your prettiest, prissiest sissy finery, and enjoy the story! Satin and lace dreams to all! Missy Satinpanties [email protected] It's a Pink Satin Sissy's Life Looking down at the floor as I knelt at my wife's delicate feet, I could see her pedicured toenails that I had just painted no more than an hour ago with their meticulous layer of red polish. I could also see the white lace-trimmed hem of my black satin maid's dress. You heard right, my dress. My wife and mistress lifted one dainty foot, and I slipped the gossamer-thin, lace-paneled, black silk panties up to her ankle, and then repeated it when she lifted the other foot. I loved to see her in these panties as they were so beautiful, and made her look so sexy. I also hated to see her in them, as it meant that another man, or I should say a man, was going to get to remove them. I slid them up her smooth thighs that I had just shaved that afternoon, and asked if I might be allowed to settle them in place. She nodded, and I pulled them up the final few inches, adjusted them just so, and then looked back at the floor. I wanted to grab her and kiss her beautiful pussy so badly it almost made me cry, but I dared not. She sat down on the bed, and I rolled the sheer black stockings up her legs, then she stood, and turned around, so I could fasten the black silk garter belt around her waist, and attach the straps to the tops of her stockings, running the garter straps under her panties as ordered. (to be so close to that treasure, to feel the heat of her body, to have my hands just inches away...) My wife was going out with another man, and knowing that her panties were on over the garters told me what she had in mind for this very lucky man! Me? I was staying at home, dressed in my sissy lingerie and satin maid's dress like a good little sissy servant. I was lucky that she didn't require me to be in my chastity device and some form of bondage this time while she was on her date. This all really began not so long ago. We were engaged to be married, and I was so damn happy, I was walking on air. Melanie was my dream girl. 5'5" tall, long, thick brown hair, bright green eyes, small turned up nose, and breasts that while not huge, were perfectly shaped, and were tipped with the most delicious nipples. From our very first date, she was also a bit "take charge." Nothing over-the-top mind you, but she liked being in control, however subtly stated. We were lying in bed one evening, both exhausted after a long session of sex, and out of the blue, she asked me why I bought her so much lingerie. I told her about how sexy she looked in satin and silk, and how I loved the feel of the fabric sliding along her smooth skin, and just how wonderful it was to unwrap her delectable body for sex. What I did NOT tell her was that I had been wearing lingerie on-and-off all my life, and had a real fetish for all things satin, silk and lacy. To me, even the word "lingerie" was sexy. I could turn myself on with a recitation of the names of my passion: Lace, satin, chemise, panties, silk, peignoir, negligee, teddy, baby doll, corset, ruffles, frilly, etc. I had started wearing my mother's and aunt's silky nylon panties and other undies when I was only 12 or 13. My Mother's sister, Ann, had come to live with us after my father left, and I dearly loved her. She was ten years younger than my Mom, and wore all sorts of sexy underthings that would make their way to my room before heading back to the laundry. I remember one Saturday when I was 16. I had found a new pair of panties in the hamper in the bathroom. They were teal blue silk with lace panels on either side, and a small black bow in the center. There was also a matching camisole. I looked at the label, and found that these fragrant treasures were from Victoria's Secret. I stuffed them in my jeans, and darted back to my room. In my haste, I forgot 2 things. Aunt Ann had told me she was doing laundry that day, and to always lock my door. I had spent 15 minutes sniffing the crotch of these delicate panties, and finally put them on. Shivering with delight, I slid the camisole on, and was admiring myself in the mirror when Ann opened the door to see if I had anything for the wash. I just stood there, not knowing what to do, and she walked over to me, took me by the shoulders, and turned me to look at her. "Danny," she said softly, "I know you can't help yourself, but please don't steal my delicates. Come with me, sweetie." She led me back to her room, still in her panties and cami, and sat me down on her bed. We had a long discussion about clothing, and privacy, and I promised never to steal from her again, and she promised not to tell Mom. She then put me in a dress, stockings, and heels, and took several Polaroid pictures of me dressed up. Laughing at my attempts to twirl and pose, she finally had me take her things back off, and then dug a box out of her closet. She had a lot of panties that were worn out, and several pairs that had been given to her by a very optimistic former boyfriend who never got to see them on her, and never would. These were all silk or satin bikini panties with lace and ribbons. Not what you'd call sissy panties, but very girly. Aunt Ann was more into sophisticated and sexy lingerie. I should know, I tried all of her things on! They were all going to the trash, but the pretty panties she gave to me to have as my very own. She also gave me one white and one pink camisole, and a pretty black full slip with a lacy hem. She told me to keep them hidden, and wear them, and not her good lingerie. I thanked her profusely, and never wore her personal things again, well, not too often. I also never quit collecting and wearing panties., and when I did move out, somehow a few pairs of her panties ended up in my suitcase! In fact, even as Melanie and I lay there in my bed, I had a stash of panties, camisoles, and such in the back of my closet (yes, I still had all of the wonderful things of my youth from Aunt Ann, too!) not ten feet from the bed where we lay. I had even gotten into a new style of dressing that I had discovered on the internet, and had two pairs of ultra lacy sissy panties, one in baby pink, double layer satin trimmed in stiff white lace, and the other in virgin white satin trimmed in pink lace. Both had really lacy and sissy matching training bras. I also owned a pair of white patent Mary Jane shoes with a wide three inch heel, and a cute pink satin dress with lots of ruffles made of the materials. I had found two sites on the 'net that almost made my credit card jump out of my wallet: Birchplace Shop, and I Love Ruffles, along with that old standby, E-Bay. Well. the next weekend, she came over to my apartment, and instead of her little overnight case, she brought a large suitcase, and several paper-wrapped packages. She didn't explain what they were, and I didn't ask. We went out to dinner, moved on to a small jazz club that has an amazing quartet, and finally got home around midnight. Melanie told me that she had to take a shower, and then I had to take a shower to get rid of the smell of cigarette smoke from the club. When she came out of the shower, she had my terry cloth robe on, and was toweling her hair dry. She told me follow her back into the bathroom, and told me to take off my clothing. Of course, not knowing, but guessing what was coming, I complied quickly! Once I was naked, I started to take the robe off of her, but was stopped. "You smell like an ashtray, and you have to do something with that hair," was her reply. I thought she meant the hair on my head, but, she told me to stand still, and put my hands on the curtain rod for the tub. She then began to spray something all over my chest, back, and legs. I asked her what it was, and she told me that if I wanted sex that night, or ever, I would just shut up, and enjoy. I did just that! I stood there for about 5 minutes or so, and the ammonia smell was overpowering, along with a slight burning sensation. I knew it was Nair, or some other hair remover, but I just stood there like a good little boy. Now might be a good time to describe myself. I'm only a half inch taller than Melanie and rather slender, and since I watch my diet, and swim 1000 plus yards every other morning at the nearby YMCA, I am in pretty good shape, without any fat to be seen. My hair is what you might call dirty blonde, and I share green eyes with my beautiful wife, although mine are a pale green. I have very little hair on my body, or should I say I had very little. Now I have none! When she told me time was up, I stepped into the shower, and using the proffered poofy scrubber, sluiced off what little hair I used to have. A bottle of shampoo was passed in next, and I was told to wash my hair, at least twice. When I was done, a bottle of body wash was passed in, and I was told to use it all over my body, and scrub really well. I noticed that the body wash was the same flowery fragrance as the shampoo. But hey, hair grows back, and flowery shampoo ain't nothin' if it means great sex. When I stepped out of the shower, Melanie was waiting for me with a big pink towel (I didn't know I owned any pink ones!) and helped me dry off. Then, she told me to stand on the toilet, and to shut up. She had changed into my one of my favorite negligees, a pale, mint green silk affair that accentuated her lovely ass and breasts, and really brought out the color of her eyes. Since her taut nipples were printing through the gossamer silk, I asked no questions and within moments, she had a can of shaving cream in her hand, and had lathered up my balls and crotch. With a careless, "Don't move, sweetie," she began to remove all my pubic hair, and the hair around the crack of my ass. After my "grooming" my dear fianc?e handed me a pale pink satin robe, explaining that she had spilled a soda on my terry cloth robe while I was in the shower, and it was in the sink in the kitchen, soaking. I shrugged, and slid into the robe, noticing at once that the material felt almost as good on me, as it did when I rubbed up against Melanie when she wore it. I was told to go into the kitchen and open a bottle of wine, and bring that and two glasses to the bedroom while she dried her hair. I told her I was going to go grab my slippers, and she just chuckled and tossed me a pair of soft pink ballet-style satin slippers. I just looked at them. She gave me a wicked smile, and reached for my cock through the satin of the robe. "Hmm," she said, "It seems like you are about as hard as I am wet. Play my little game with me, and I will make it worth the effort." With that, she ran her tongue around her lips, and I gave in. "What the hell," I thought, "If this is all it takes to make her happy, and horny, then...: I came back into the bedroom with the wine (and come to think about it, there was no robe soaking in the sink!) to find my wife-to-be stretched out on the bed, her hard nipples almost tearing through the soft silk of her gown. She sat up and took the wine and glasses from me, and set them down on the nightstand. She told me the wine was for later, but now she wanted me to open the top package on the bed. I tore off the paper, and found a pair of slippery black silk pajamas. She told me to take that silly girly robe off, and put the pajamas on. I did, and again the feeling of the soft material against my skin was electric! With that, she jumped on me like a tiger on a zebra! The feeling of the silk of my pajamas sliding on the silk of her gown was the most erotic thing I had ever felt. She wouldn't even let me take them off to mount her, she just pulled my cock out through the fly, and hiked the hem of her gown up. It was pure magic! We lay there for a long time, both of us happily exhausted. Finally, Melanie rolled on her side, poured herself a glass of wine, and suggested that I take another shower, and come on back in to see the rest of my "presents." At her suggestion, I went to the guest bathroom that had a small shower, taking my new shampoo and body wash, while she used the master bath to clean up. Fifteen minutes later, I was back in the pink satin robe and her ballet slippers. Funny thing was, I had taken a ratty old robe and my slippers to the bathroom, but when I got out of the shower, the robe, slippers, and the silk PJs, were missing. In their place were the silky pink robe and pink ballet slippers. Okay, if she wants to play some game, I was very game! Once more back into the bedroom, where I noticed at once that the linen had been changed, and instead of the somewhat soiled and sweaty white cotton sheets, I could see pale peach colored satin sheets with the pile of wrapped packages back on the bed. She, however, had not changed, and had just pulled a delicate sheer peignoir over her gown, and was wearing a pair of silver high-heeled mules that made her legs look divine. She handed me a glass of the wine, and told me to drink it before I opened my other presents. I tossed the wine back, and tore into the paper once again. This time, as soon as I saw the contents, I just froze. I couldn't look at Melanie; just stare at the contents of the package. "That's right, Honey, those are your panties, and your shoes, and your camisoles. I took them home on Wednesday, washed them and folded them neatly for you. And if you go the closet, you'll find your sissy dress all dry cleaned and pretty for you." She said this all with a syrupy sweetness that had an unspoken hard edge. I started to sputter and began to lamely explain, and was told to shut up. "I found these when I was over here last weekend, and you wanted me to help you find your blue sweater. Knowing you are a bit of a slob, I checked the floor of your closet and found a pink ribbon sticking out of a gym bag I've never seen you use. Imagine my surprise when all these frilly little things fell out! At first I thought they belonged to another woman and you were trying to hide them, but when I saw the size of the shoes, the tiny cup size of the bras and just how, well, how sissy it all looked, I began to suspect that they were yours! A little "detective work" I did on Monday made me sure they were all yours. Now, I think it's time that you and I have a little talk, and by that, I mean that I talk, you shut up and listen. Now I want a one word answer from you. Do you understand?" The last bit came out hard and cold, and seemed to brook no argument. I just hung my head and mumbled, "Yes." The very much one-sided conversation that took place over the next hour was surreal to say the least. She explained that she loved me, and still wanted to get married, but that things were going to have be a little different in our marriage. Not only did she make more money than I did, by a large margin, but on the day of her marriage, she would take control of a very heft trust fund left to her by her grandfather. This, she explained, was why I was going to quit my job before the wedding, and take care of the house, and her. She explained that she had taken a day off work and bought some software on Monday. She now had a nifty little program that allowed her to sit at home and see what I had been accessing on my home computer. This included Sissy Kiss, Fictionmania, Crystal's Story Site, and Birchplace Shop, I Love Ruffles, along with many other sites that had sissy and cuckold stories, and many more that sold sissy clothing and adult baby items. Since I was so interested in sissies, I would become the household sissy maid. I would take care of all of the household chores, laundry, shopping, etc. Furthermore, I was to keep my body shaved, and to wear only lingerie under my male clothing when I went out, even to the doctor's office. At home, I would only be allowed to wear clothing suitable for little girl, baby, or maid. If I had any doubts about this arrangement, I was to tell her now, and she would leave and not return. I couldn't say a word. I was then told to put on my pink satin sissy panties and matching training bra, my little ankle sox, my little girl shoes and sissy pink dress, and to stand in the corner for 1 hour while I thought about it. I was not to say one word until the hour was up, and then I was only to say one of two things. I could either say "Goodbye," or, "Yes Maam." Numbly I put on my sissy finery, and allowed myself to be led to the corner. As I stood there, Melanie walked back to the bed, and took something out of her overnight bag. Standing behind me, she told me to put my hands behind my back, and handcuffs were placed on my wrists. What was I getting into? Now, she told me to open my mouth, wide. Like a robot, I did as I was told, and a large, rubber gag shaped like a penis was jammed into my mouth, and the straps buckled behind my head! I was bound and gagged in sissy clothing just like in my favorite stories, but I wasn't sure if I was aroused, or scared to death. Finally, the terrible hour passed. My calves and the balls of my feet were in pain as I had only worn these shoes once, and then only for a few minutes. My jaw was numb and I was drooling around my gag. While I was in the corner, Melanie had taken a shower, and changed out of her gown, and was just sitting on the bed looking at a magazine. Finally I heard the bed squeak, and soft footsteps behind me. With a warning to only say one of two things, my gag was unbuckled, and I was told to speak my decision. My choice really wasn't hard. I loved to wear lingerie, and I think I secretly longed to be dominated. Proof of that was the docile manner in which I allowed myself to be placed in the corner, gagged and cuffed. Plus, I had to admit to myself that I really and truly loved Melanie. With my mouth free, she took my shoulders and turned me around. I could only glance at her, I was so embarrassed I started to cry She was wearing a pair of cotton pajama bottoms and a loose top, and I was dressed like a simpering sissy. I looked down at the silver high heeled slippers still on her feet and with tears running down my face, said only two words, "Yes Maam." With that, Melanie wiped my tears with a tissue, hugged me tightly, and told me how much she loved me. She led me back to the bed and helped me out of my sissy outfit and shoes. She knelt at my feet and began to massage the pain away, and all I could do was sigh. "Now my darling little sissy, don't get too used to me massaging your feet, but since you aren't used to your high heels yet, I'll do it for you tonight." It was now very late, or rather early in the morning, and she suggested that we finish the wine, and go to bed. She handed me one last package, this one a large flat box wrapped in pink paper. With great fear, and a little prayer, I opened it, and found a satin baby-doll nightgown in baby blue, trimmed in white lace. It was so silky soft and smooth I just wanted to stand there and rub it on my face all night. I stood up, and she held the delicious nightie over my head. I held up my arms, and the soft silky baby-doll slithered over my head, and fell in a soft cloud around my waist. She reached into the box and handed me the matching panties, and I thought I would die when she pulled them up over my once-again hard cock, and snugged them into place. We hugged, and I began to cry again, but this time for joy. I had wanted to dress openly for someone for so long! I had always wanted to wear lingerie for someone who cared, someone who would love me, not only in spite of the lingerie, but because of it. I had truly found a soul mate. The days leading up to our wedding flew by, until it was only a month away. At Melanie's urging, I took the 45 days of vacation that I had banked so we could get ready. That Saturday, Melanie's mother came for a visit. A visit that, unknown to me, would radically change my life. We had already moved out of our respective apartments, and put a down payment on a nice little California craftsman style bungalow. The house was sort of bare, as my mismatched furniture had gone the way of the Goodwill, and Melanie had decided that she didn't like her sleek modern furniture in this style house. In fact, the only room that had any furniture to speak of was the bedroom, and we had bought it all new, including a new mattress. I like a soft mattress, and Melanie prefers a harder one, and I was rather surprised that she didn't even ask me at the furniture store, just ordered what she wanted. Hmmm, that should have been another clue, but I was totally clueless. Anyway the house was supposed to be the reason for her mother flying out early, as she was not only going to help her daughter get ready for her wedding, she was going to help us with furnishing and decorating the house. Melanie woke me up early that morning, and told me to hurry up, take a bath, use my razor like a good girl, and then go into the back bedroom (The house had 4) and put on the clothing that she had laid out for me. I did as I was told, and when I got to the little room, I could see a dress hanging there. Not only a dress, but a nightmare of sissy, baby pink satin, white lace, and frills! It was a fantasy French Maid outfit, but in pink and white, instead of the usual black and white. I looked on what used to be my old dresser, and saw a white corset trimmed in little pink roses and bows, a sheer white, ruffle-edged pinafore apron, white thigh high stockings, pink satin fingerless gloves, frilly cap and choker, the works! I didn't notice Melanie had followed me into the room, and as I spun around to find her, there she was. "Honey," I spluttered, "I can't wear all of this when your mother is coming today! You must have made a mistake!" Her stern reply caught me off guard, "I made NO mistake, sissy. You will shut your mewling mouth, and put on the clothing that I took the time to buy and lay out for you. For you impertinence and lack of gratitude, I think we can add a bit of punishment to your day." I was scared, but decided that this was some sort of a test. Maybe her mother was coming this evening, or tomorrow, and Melanie wanted to scare me. I took a deep breath, and relaxed. Maybe I should have run, right then and there! First, I was told to grab the closet bar, and not to let go. She took the pink towel off of me, and proceeded to wrap the corset around my middle. Telling me to take a deep breath, she pulled it as tight as she could. I exhaled, and she told me to take another, deeper breath. It didn't seem possible to breathe, let alone take a deep breath, but I tried, and she got it to go even tighter around my middle. "There," she said with a satisfied tone to her voice, "That looks much better." Within a very few minutes, I was standing in front of my fianc?e, who by the way, was wearing nothing but a sheer black lace robe and slippers. My state of dress, on the other hand, was just a bit different! From bottom to top, I was wearing white patent Mary Janes with a rather narrow3 inch heel, white stockings, a pair of pink satin panties with enough lace to make a wedding gown, a painfully tight corset with garters running under my satin sissy panties, and a very short, pink satin, French maid's dress, also trimmed in white lace. The outfit was completed with a white satin pinafore style apron, white lace choker, pink satin half gloves (with bells on them, for heaven's sake!) and a lacy cap. A thick layer of lacy petticoats forced the very short skirt of the dress up and out, revealing my lacy panties for all the world to see. Melanie then reached up on the closet shelf and pulled a box down, and told me that it was the last part of my outfit, but that we would open it later. For now, I was led to the hallway, just inside of the front door. I was told to stand with my back to the post that ended the banister for the stairs. Taking my wrists, she wrapped a nylon and Velcro cuff around each, and then secured them behind me, tightly, around the post. She then did the same for my ankles. I was shocked, and scared. She then produced a wide band of stretch neoprene that she told me was a weight loss belt for fat men, and should be perfect. Perfect for what I had no idea, but I found out quickly. She wrapped this band around my legs, centering on my knees, and fastened the Velcro behind the post. I could not bend me knees, or move at all, except for my head. "Now, Sweetie," She began, "I'll just go upstairs and get ready. Mommy's taxi should be here in about 20 minutes!" I was on display and would be the first thing anyone saw as they opened the door! I started to tell Melanie that I did not like the situation one little bit, and she just sighed, and produced the penis gag. As soon as I opened my mouth to protest, she jammed it in, and buckled it tightly. What in the hell had I gotten myself into??? Just a few minutes later, Melanie came back down the stairs in a pair of black slacks that hugged her like a second skin, a white satin peasant blouse, and black high-heeled sandals, and from the look of it, no bra. She looked elegant, sexy, and in charge. Moments later, I heard the taxi pull up. I could hear a woman's voice ask the driver to bring her cases, and to my relief, she told him to leave them on the porch. Suddenly Melanie threw the door open, and ran out to hug her mother. Arm in arm they walked back into the house, where her mother just stared at me, and began to giggle. I wanted to die! For the past three months things had been great! We had "played" with my dressing up, which always resulted in great sex. Sure, I had started to wear panties under my clothing all the time and quite often went to work with not only panties but a garter belt, stockings, and a camisole under my clothing. But since I worked as a graphic designer, I didn't have to wear a suit, and under jeans and a shirt and sweater no one would have known if I was wearing a superman costume, let alone lingerie. The soft girly things kept me in a state of excitement all day, knowing that I might be "caught," knowing how naughty it was, and how it felt against my smooth skin. But even though Melanie "punished me," by standing me in the corner and even on occasion, spanking me, it was all very light-hearted and fun. I sensed things were about to change. Melanie's mother finally fell silent, and just looked at me. "Well, well, well," she began, "Where do we start? I suppose that I had better fill you in on a few details of what has been going on behind the scenes." For the first time, I took a really good look at her. While Melanie was only 28, her mother didn't look old enough to be her mother. While Melanie had a sort of classic English look about her with milky smooth skin, her mother was a Nordic goddess. She was almost six foot tall, long blonde hair, ample breasts, and long dancer's legs that were exposed under the gray tweed skirt. High heeled black pumps accentuated her legs, while a pale blue satin blouse did nothing to cover up her breasts. A simple string of pearls hung in the valley between her bosoms, and made her look oh-so-sexy. "You see, Daniel...Oh my, that will never do. Let's see, I know! Your new name is Debbie. Now, Debbie, where was I? Ah yes. You see, I have known about your dressing up for almost as long as my daughter has known. I need to tell you, that even though she is my step-daughter, we are very, very close. She tells me everything! So, that brings me to my little visit. You see, you need training to be my darling daughter's new wife. Your time as her man has ended. Now, to be fair, you will be given a choice. You can go ahead and marry my daughter, and be her loving wife and personal maid, or you can pack your things and leave. You still have your job, until you quit tomorrow, and we will even give you enough money to pay for the expenses of moving into nice new apartment. BUT, when you leave, you will leave forever! You will never even contact Melanie again. But then you sort of know that would be the case." She stopped, and looked thoughtfully at the floor, and finally said in an offhand manner, "Oh, and the pictures of you in your sissy panties and such, painting your nails, putting on your little nightgowns might just slip from my e-mail inbox into the world wide web. "Oh my God!" I thought, "Melanie had sent those pictures she took for fun, to her MOTHER?" Now Debbie, my daughter will take your gag out, and you can give us your decision. Melanie stepped up on the stairs behind me, and unbuckled the gag. I worked my jaw around a bit, and tried to get some spit into my dry mouth. "Now, sweetheart, I want you to know that I love you, and love you unconditionally," Melanie began, "But for this to work, there can only be one boss in the family, and that will be me, as you seem to enjoy the sissy girly role more. So, will you marry me, or do we part company, today, here and now?" I stood there for a long few minutes, mulling things over, and finally told her that I wanted to marry her, no matter what our relative status was. With that, she clapped her hands, and kissed my cheek. She also announced that my decision had taken too long, and I was to be punished for hesitation, and for my earlier bad behavior. With that she jammed the gag back into my mouth. As though they had rehearsed this, Melanie went pulled up a hard wooden chair, while her mother unhooked the band around my knees. My wrists were uncuffed from the banister, but again hooked behind my back quickly. My ankles were still bound to the post, and suddenly, her mother sat down in the chair and Melanie pushed me from behind, causing me to fall across her mother's lap! My skirt was pulled up, and she began to wail at my panty encased bottom with a hair brush, until I was crying, and screaming, and begging her to quit, although all she heard was crying and muffled screams. When she was finally done, I was helped to my feet, my wrists and ankles were unhooked, and that horrible gag was once again out of my mouth. I stood there, in my own living room, dressed in a fantasy pink satin maid's dress, dripping with lace trim, matching panties, a corset, stockings, and high heels, bawling like a baby in front of my wife-to-be and her mother. What had I allowed myself to become? How much lower would I, or could I, sink? "Now," Melanie's mother began again, "Some more information for you, little Debbie. First of all, I made a side trip three days ago, and have been visiting with your mother. She told me all about you sneaking into her room to try on her frillies, and how you would steal and wear your aunt's panties. Yes, honey, she has known for years! I showed her my little picture album, and while she is very disappointed to have a sissy for a son, she still loves you, and agreed to go ahead with the wedding that you have been dreaming about." "What wedding?" I managed to get out over my tears, "When did I say anything about what kind of wedding I wanted?" "Well, you simpering sissy, there just is no way you could wear a tuxedo and pretend to be the man at a wedding now, is there?" "You two will be married at my home, you will be married by the Justice of the Peace, and YOU, little Debbie-Poo, will be wearing the bridal gown! It will be a small wedding, just family and a friend or two, and then you will live happily forever as woman and sissy maid." "And," added Melanie sweetly, "If you work real hard between now and the wedding, I'll even allow you to consummate the marriage, instead of me using a real man as a proxy!" With that, I stopped sniffling and just stared at her, my mouth hanging open. In the next few hours, they outlined my duties and my training schedule for the month. Among some of the "highlights" were things such as calling Melanie's mother, "Mummy" from now on. I was told that the next day there were some men coming to redecorate the back bedrooms, just for me. While there were here, I would have the option of either dressing just as I was right now, and "entertaining" them (I had NO idea what that might entail, and wasn't about to ask!), or I could bound and gagged in the master bedroom. Duh! Of course I chose bound and gagged! So, the very next morning, I was placed back in my corset, which they pulled even tighter than yesterday. I wondered if that was all, but I knew it wasn't. I was pushed back on the bed, and a large, thick looking white cotton cloth was produced. I didn't have to wonder what it was for very long, as they lifted my bum, and tightly pinned the diaper around me. Next came a pair of translucent yellow plastic panties that were tugged into place, making sure all the diaper was tucked in. Finally, a daffodil yellow satin suit of some kind was produced. It looked like some kind of like a loose fitting teddy, with short sleeves, and leg holes that ended just below my bottom, like a pair of Melanie's boy shorts. The difference was that the sleeves and leg openings were trimmed in white lace. The two ladies proceeded to button this baby outfit up in the back, and I heard a little "snick" when they got to the collar. "There, sweetums," Mummy crooned, "Your widdle satin baby romper is locked on so no bad boy can take it off of you!" I was told to put my hands out in front of me, and thick mittens with no finger or thumbs were shoved onto my hands. They were lined with satin, and covered in the same pale yellow satin, but the material that was between the satin felt like an oven mitt. They then tied the ribbons tightly around my wrists so I couldn't slide them off, and my hands became useless. I wondered what else was coming, and realized that I didn't want to know. Matching booties were placed on my feet, and I was told to go to the white chair and sit down. I had to waddle, as the diaper was really, really thick! I looked down at the wooden chair, and noticed two things right away. The first thing was that it had arms, which was not unusual, and the second thing was that it was cut off to about a foot from the floor, which was unusual. I was helped into the chair, and quickly my arms were bound to the chair arms, and a strap went around my waist. My feet were drawn in to the chair, and strapped to the legs, so that my knees were severely bent. This was uncomfortable, and if they left me here long, it would become painful, I was sure of that. "Now widdle Debbie-Poo," Mummy giggled," as promised, we have you bound. Why are you dressed like a baby? Well, since we are going to go shopping, we were worried that you might have an accident! So, we thought of adult disposable diapers, and then decided you would make a cute widdle baby girl, so we bought you some real diapers, and, well, the rest is history! And now, I think it's time to gag our baby girl, as the nice men are pulling into the driveway right now!" With that, she hiked up her skirt, whisked off a pair of baby blue silk panties, and before I could register surprise that my future Mother-in-Law had just done this, she stuffed the pungent panties into my mouth. Immediately Melanie jammed a huge NUK size 5 pacifier in on top of the panties, and tied the ribbons tightly behind my head. The plastic shield was jammed against my lips, and between the pacifier and the panties, it was a pretty darn good gag. They jammed a matching yellow satin bonnet, frothing with lace on my head, and tied it under my chin. Melanie kissed my cheek and whispered, "I know this is uncomfortable, and you will be in pain, but bear with us honey. Mom and I are going into New York City to buy you some new clothing at a special shop we found through the internet. Now, it will take us two hours to get there, and two back, plus our shopping and lunch, so you won't see us until sometime late this afternoon. Now, I hope those naughty workmen don't come snooping around the house, because this darn bedroom door just will not lock!" Now Melanie and "Mummy" stepped back and a digital camera was produced. They took at least a dozen pictures of my in my baby outfit, tied to a chair. With another kiss on the cheek, they were gone. Throughout the rest of the day, I could hear men downstairs banging, cutting, and moving things around. I could also smell the pungent aroma of latex paint. I was very uncomfortable, and had to pee badly. Finally, around noon, I could hold it no longer, and sighed with relief as I filled my diaper. I dozed off and on, and became more and more uncomfortable. I was hungry and very thirsty. The silk panties in my mouth seemed to absorb any moisture, leaving my mouth painfully dry,, and of course, with the large pacifier stuffed in my mouth and tied tightly, there was no way to lick my dry lips for relief. There was also the matter of a cold wet diaper. I would doze off, and then wake with a start as I thought I heard someone coming up the stairs. I was horribly aware that if the door to the bedroom opened, my bound, diapered form was the first thing anyone would see. Finally, around three in the afternoon, I heard a woman's voice downstairs, but could not hear what she was saying. She seemed to be giving orders to folks, and I heard another round of clumping feet and thumping as heavy things were moved about. This went on for about 2 hours, and finally, with a loud slam, the house was quiet. I sat there as the shadows lengthened, and waited in my cold, wet diaper, my legs on fire, and my rest of my body numb. Just after six, I heard the garage door open, and the laughter and talk of Melanie and Mummy, as they came and went back and forth from the garage into the house. Finally, after about 15 minutes, they came up the stairs to release me. They were talking and giggling, and told me that my life was about to change forever. I thought it had already changed way too much, but since my mouth was full of panties, I couldn't tell them that. I was untied from the chair, and they had to help me to stand, as my legs were numb and wouldn't hold me. Holding each arm, they walked me around the bedroom until the blood started to flow again, and I could stand on my own. I was then informed that we would go downstairs to see my new bedroom, where I would do all my sleeping in the future. I started to protest through the gag, and they both just laughed. Melanie giggled and said, "You surely didn't think I would want to sleep in the same bed with a sissy who lets herself be dressed like a baby, and pees in her diaper, did you? And tell me, have you EVER heard of the maid sleeping in the master bedroom? No, you will live in the maid's room, which we have had done up, just for you! In fact, you lucky little thing, you will have two rooms to call your very own!" We were now at the bottom of the stairs, and I was very quickly getting the idea that this might no longer be just for fun. In fact, I didn't think I liked it at all! We went down the hall, and turned into the back bedroom. I was shocked! The walls had been painted in a light pink color, with glossy white trim around the baseboards, window, doors and ceiling. The room was full of furniture, too. A white double canopy bed, made up with a rose colored satin comforter and several pillows, and a canopy made of rose colored netting took center stage in the room. I looked around and saw a matching dresser, lingerie chest, and a vanity table with a small padded chair. The window had white lacy curtains held back with rose colored ribbons, and the window itself was covered with an ivory colored roman shade. Barbie dolls and cutsie stuffed animals lay on the bed and dresser. It was a fantasy room for a 6 year old girl, but I was a 26 year old man! I just stood there and stared. Finally, the enormity of the situation hit me, and I began to cry, great heaving sobs racking my body, nose running, and tears falling like rain. Melanie and her mother both held me as I cried, taking turns to wipe my nose and eyes. After what felt like hours, I was cried out, and they led me to the bed. Melanie reached under the bed, and pulled out a plastic sheet which she used to cover the bed. I was helped up on the bed, and onto the sheet. My sweaty romper was unlocked and unbuttoned, and gently removed My bonnet and pacifier were removed, and the soggy panties were pulled from my mouth and dropped into a white wicker hamper. I was stood up, and to my blessed relief, the corset was unlaced and removed. They told me to be very quiet, and Mummy produced a baby bottle of apple juice, and told me to lay back and finish the bottle like a good widdle baby. While I was doing just that, mummy removed my diaper, and proceeded to use baby wipes to clean me up. The attention to my nether regions resulted in the usual reaction, and Mummy and Melanie looked at each other, and giggled again. The rest of my outfit was removed, and I was told to take a shower in the bathroom that connected the two downstairs bedrooms. I was told to take the Venus razor in with me, and to make sure there were no stray hairs, or stubble. I dutifully washed my hair in the now familiar perfumed shampoo, used the perfumed body wash, and whisked the razor over my trouble spots. I stepped out of the shower, and used one of the pink towels that were laid out, and then used the blow dryer on my hair, which Melanie had insisted I allow to grow for the last several months. Finished, I brushed my teeth, and after looking around for clothing, put on the sheer pink negligee that was hanging on the door hook, and went out into "my" room. The bed and floor were now stacked with bags, boxes and packages, and I could see through the open closet door that there were a bunch of clothes in pale blue cleaner's bags. I didn't have much time to speculate, as I was told to put on a pair of slippers that were thrust at me, and some panties, and come out to the kitchen to eat. I was starved, and grabbed the maribu trimmed high heeled mules from Mummy, and slipped them on along with the proffered sissy panties. They heels were too high, and I had to be helped to the table. Dinner was take-out Chinese that the ladies had picked up, and no gourmet meal ever tasted better to me. After dinner, it was back into the bedroom as an array of lingerie was unloaded, tried on by yours truly, and folded away into drawers. Sissy panties of all colors and descriptions were packed away, along with sissy ankle sox, two new corsets, slips, petticoats, stockings, three garter belts, and embarrassingly, a dozen pairs of plastic panties, some covered in satin and lace, and a large stack of thick cotton diapers. I did notice that all the clothing was either white, or some pastel color. There were no black or red, anything. When I asked Melanie about that, she told me that those sexy colors were reserved for real women, not sissies. I was once again laced back into my hated corset, as now it was time to try on my new dresses. Thanks to the "generosity" of Mummy, I now owned 4 maid's outfits. I had my "original" in pink satin that I used to "greet" Mummy, a long sleeved, long skirted black satin outfit, a very revealing short black satin creation that would have made any man drool had it been on my wife, and a final one in baby blue, trimmed in miles of white lace. Five new sissy dresses were also tried on. Yellow, baby blue, two in pink, and one in peach colored satin. Any one of them would have been appropriate for a little girl in a beauty pageant Of course, each maid's outfit had its matching cap, choker, gloves and panties. Each one of the sissy dresses had matching panties, sox, wrist cuffs, and what looked like baby bonnets. And then came the shoes. There must have been 30 pairs to try on. They had purchased high heeled, Mary Jane style shoes in 6 colors, high heeled sandals, slippers, and pumps. There were two boxes of shoes that I was told not to worry about, as I would learn all about them later. Finally, there was just one little blue box on the bed, but I was not allowed to see the contents, not yet, anyway. Still in my corset, My hands were once again cuffed behind my back. I was now cuffed and naked except for an overly tight corset. The penis gag was unexpectedly shoved back into my mouth by Mummy, who was standing behind me. Melanie knelt at my feet, and told me to spread my legs. From under the bed she pulled a bar with nylon cuffs at each end, and fastened this around each ankle, forcing me to stand with my legs painfully spread. Mummy left the room, and when she came back in, she had a basin with something in it. They then helped me to the bed, and got me lying down on my back on the plastic sheet. Now both women stripped down to just panties, garter belts, and stockings. Mummy was in red, and Melanie was in black, and in spite of my condition, I became as hard as a rock! Mummy looked at Melanie and told her that she should take me as the sissy shouldn't be allowed access to Melanie's treasure until the wedding, if she earned it. With that, she removed her panties, and draped them across my face, then climbed up on top of me, and slipped my hard cock into herself. She then rode me to a fast orgasm. I was in bliss, and in shock! I was just fucked by my future mother-in-law with my fianc?e watching! Melanie then removed the panties from my face, and for a further surprise, she held them to her nose and inhaled deeply! She then removed my gag, and before I could utter a sound, Mummy positioned herself over my mouth, and was grinding her pussy into my face! I could taste her sweet nectar, and could also pick out my own salty cum. I ate her to at least three orgasms, and then sweating, she climbed off. No sooner that I had taken a breath, but Melanie's own sweet pussy was pushing down on me. I ate her to several orgasms, but by now, my tongue and jaws were in agony. Mercifully, she rolled off of me, and the two naked and beautiful women embraced, kissing each other deeply, I didn't see anything else, as Mummy's panties were once again draped over my eyes, and the ladies left the room. I didn't know what was going on, but I know what I saw, and a spark was definitely there. After just a few minutes, they both came back in, wearing jeans and t- shirts, and working together, got me off the bed, and standing up. I was glad to get up, as my wrists hurt from being cuffed, and laying on them. Melanie went into the bathroom, and came out with a wet washcloth, which she used to clean up my little man. Once again, he showed his appreciation for being touched in a quite obvious way. That was very short lived, though, as Mummy reached into the basin, and pulled out a dripping plastic bag, which she pushed against my crotch. It was a bag of ice, and I screamed with pain as my penis shriveled up until I looked like a 5 year old boy standing there. That, apparently, was the idea, and while I was flaccid, Melanie picked up the little blue box and opened it. I could see a small, bent, and perforated clear plastic tube and some other unidentifiable things. She painfully pushed and pulled my soft, cold-numbed cock into the tube until just the tip of the head was sticking out, and wrapped another piece around my ball sack, and then I heard that horrible "snick" sound. I looked down, and sure enough, I was in a chastity device, and it was locked onto me. Mummy looked at me and laughed again. "You won't be getting any more attention down there until your wedding night, and that will only be if you are a good girl, and learn your lessons well. You're lucky Melanie loves you, sissy. I wanted her to get the permanent kind of device that requires you to be pierced, with a non-removable screw installed!" That statement scared me silly. Over the next month I had to go three times a week to a salon for laser hair removal, and each time I had to take off my jeans and shirt to show the sissy lingerie below, and then strip to just my chastity device. The two girls there thought I was "adorable." I, however, wanted to die. And my lessons! I was taught how to walk in heels, how to give manicures and pedicures, how to curtsey, how to serve meals, how to do laundry (with special attention to My Lady's frillies), how to iron, to clean the house, and all the other things that I would be doing from then on. Any time I forgot a lesson, or messed something up, I was punished. I was either spanked, or bound in a corner for hours in my diapers, or some other form of discipline. The worst punishment came out of those shoe boxes on the bed that I had not been allowed to see. Both of them contained the most hellish shoes ever devised. One pair had 7 inch heels, and were NOT for walking! These forced my feet into a horrible arch that hurt as soon as I put them on. I would be forced to stand for an hour or more in these torture devises, my feet and legs screaming in pain. The second pair was even worse! These had the same heel height, but ended in ballet style toes, forcing me to actually be on my toes! I could only wear these for ten minutes before I was in tears of agony. Finally, with the wedding just two weeks away, I was told to get dressed in the clothing I would find laid out in the master bedroom. (I had not been allowed to go in there, only to come in to clean and make the bed). Once there, I found a pair of ladies jeans that ended well above the ankle, a pair of pink satin panties trimmed in pink ruffles, a matching pink satin training bra, and a white nylon blouse. A pair of pink nylon sissy sox were there, along with a pair of white high-heeled Mary-Jane style pumps. As I took off my robe, I could hear Mummy, and Melanie having a discussion. They finally came in, and told me to put on a white waist cincher with the outfit. I did as I was told, and then went downstairs. I looked in the mirror, and saw a man in ladies clothing. Yes, my eyebrows had been plucked to look feminine, and I had a sort-of girly hair style, but I did not look like a girl. I was called into my room, where Melanie handed me a tube of pink lipstick, and pastel pink nail polish. I was told to put them in the little pink satin bag on the bed, and to take the bag and come with them. As we got to the door, I began to panic. I protested that I could not go out of the house dressed like this! I was told, in no uncertain terms, that I was going, and it would either be dressed as I was, or in my full, pink maid's dress, my punishment heels, and be cuffed and gagged. Then, I was informed, we would still go out! I hung my head, went out into the garage, and got in the back seat of the car. We drove about 2 hours to a large mall. With every click of my heels on the pavement, I knew that everyone was looking at me, and laughing. Once in the mall, we went straight to a store called Claire's, where my wife-to-be announced that her sissy boyfriend wanted his ears pierced. The giggling young salesgirl produced some gold earrings, and Mummy and Melanie picked out a few pairs. Two sharp snaps, and two sharp pains later, I had a solid gold heart earring in each ear. From there it was on to a large department store, where I had to endure a make-over. My ladies chose make-up, lipstick, eye liner, blush, etc for me, and the girl at the counter showed me how to apply it. From there it was on the hair and nail salon, where my long hair was cut and layered in a very feminine style, and my nails, fingers and toes, were done, and painted with the shiny pink polish that I had been told to bring along. I thought things couldn't get any worse as I was allowed no respite from humiliation, since Melanie told everyone that helped us that I was just a sissy boy who wanted to look as girly as I could. I'm very surprised I needed any blush that day, as I know my face was bright red! As we left, Mummy told me that the best was yet to come. Best? So far the worst! We got back in the car, and drove for a few minutes and stopped in front of a huge bridal emporium. I got very nervous, and had to be half drug into the store. As soon as we got past the door, a beautiful young girl who couldn't have been more than 19, greeted us and asked how she could help us. It was NOT my imagination, she was staring at me. Mummy took the ball here. "My daughter is going to marry this mincing, prissy, sissy of a man, and he (jerking her thumb at me) kicked and screamed until we gave in an allowed him to wear the bridal gown at the wedding, and so, here we are!" I wanted to floor to open up and swallow me, right then and there, but nothing. Without missing a beat, but staring even more, she led us to the bridal gowns. I have to admit that I just stood there and stared at all the beautiful, feminine gowns. If it hadn't been for this plastic torture device on my penis, I would have been in heaven! A spirited discussion began between the ladies, which ended with me in a dressing room while Terri (that's what her name tag said) told me to take off my jeans and blouse so she could measure me. I started to protest, but Mummy told me to obey the nice girl, or I would be taken home, punished, put in my maid dress, and be brought back. Of course this threat was loud enough that Teri heard it, and began to snicker. I sighed, and took off the heels, jeans and blouse. Melanie told me to put the heels back on, and then Terri measured my bust, waist, hips, arms legs, and neck. Another discussion ensued as to whether I would be wearing a corset, and the decision was made in favor of me wearing one. So, cheerful little Terri nipped over to the proper department, and returned with a white satin corset trimmed with pale blue ribbons and bows. I stood still while the waist cincher I was wearing was removed, this new indignity was tightly laced on, and Terri promptly measured me again. Terri looked at my panties, and then went over to Melanie, and whispered in her ear. The answer caused her to laugh. Melanie came over to me, and to my shock. pulled down the front of my frilly panties to show Terri my chastity device and said, "You see, sweetie, this is why the little sissy can't get hard, I just won't allow it!" Then, it was back on with the jeans, blouse, and pumps as we went in search of my gown. I must have had a hundred gowns held up I front of me, and must have traipsed back to the dressing room to try on half that many, with either Melanie, Mummy, and a few times, Teri rejecting the gown for one reason or another. Melanie was prowling a few racks away when she yelled, and pronounced triumphantly that, "This is the dress!" I was duly taken back to my dressing room, back off the jeans and the blouse, and the dress gently pulled over my head. It was a three quarter sleeved dress, with big poofy caps on the shoulders, a lace illusion neckline, low back, and a very full skirt that would require petticoats. The dress was made of heavy white satin, and the floor length skirt was covered in sheer glass silk. The bodice was trimmed with seed pearls, and there was a large satin bow on each sleeve and a huge satin sash that tied in the back. It was truly a gown for a fairy princess' wedding. I guess I qualified (or would soon qualify) for the fairy part. Terri called over another lady, who began to take measurements for alterations, and without even batting an eye she asked Mummy if I would be wearing breast forms, or would I go as is. Again there was a discussion, and in the end, the dress was pulled off my shoulders, and a tight push-up bra replaced my wispy training bra, the dress was back up, and the measuring resumed. Twenty minutes later, she pronounced it done, and the lady told Melanie that it would be ready in five days. Back into the jeans, blouse, heels, and my new bra and corset, and it was back out into the store to find a matching veil and short white gloves. The veil was attached to a tiara made of white and ivory silk baby rose buds, and was heavenly! The gloves were white satin (Of course!) with seed pears on the back of the hand. Melanie took them to Teri, and had a quick conversation, and returned to tell me that the nice lady was going to sew some small white lace around the cuff of each glove to make them as sissy as possible. Whew! When I was finally allowed to make my way back to the car, I was exhausted. I was also very frustrated. I think every crossdresser dreams of being able to wear the ultimate symbol of femininity that is the wedding gown, but here I was, trapped in this chastity device, and unable to enjoy the release of orgasm, and hell, in pain from even trying to have an erection with my penis trapped in a tube that was barely big enough to fit in when it's soft! We stopped at a nice restaurant for dinner, and with my new hairdo, makeup, and figure enhancement, I felt a lot less self conscious, and the new bra at least gave me a tiny bit of cleavage so I looked more like a young girl, and less like a sissy boy. About half-way through the meal, I asked to be excused to go to the bathroom, and Melanie giggled. "Which one, sweetie? Boys or Girls?" Oh my, I hadn't thought of that! I mean, ever since Mummy had come into the picture, I had been required to sit down to pee, and now that my penis was locked into the curved chastity device, I had no other choice, unless I wanted to pee on myself. Melanie took pity on me, and we both went to the ladies room. After we finished our business, She helped me to touch up my lipstick and adjust my blouse a bit. I looked into the mirror, and was at least glad to see that the white satin push-up bra didn't scream for attention through the white blouse the way the lacy pink training bra did. I noticed for the first time that I did look like a girl! There was almost no indication that there was a man under the clothing, and for some reason, that thought made me smile. After dinner, we went home, where Mummy looked at Melanie, and asked, Well, should Widdle Debbie take the next step tonight, or do we wait? I think that there is no time like right now." Now, I had no idea what "the next step" was, and was not anxious to find out. Quite frankly, whatever it was scared the hell out of me. It turns out I was right to be scared. Melanie sighed, and said that we might as well get it over with. Scared and shaking in my panties, I was led to my new bedroom where I was told to strip. I was handed a very sissy pair of pink panties dripping with white lace, and told to put them on. I didn't look at them, just did as I was told. Next came a very sissy pink satin top that came about halfway to my panties, had ruffled shoulder straps, and matching pink ruffles and lace. A matching skirt went on next, along with a pair of ruffled sissy sox and a pair of white Mary Jane style shoes. The whole time I was dressing, Mummy was taking more digital pictures, which really kind of bothered me. Had I known about the video cameras that recorded the evening, I really would have been bothered!!!! Finally, Melanie walked over to me, and told me that I was not going to like what was about to happen, but I needed to be brave, because it was training that I needed to be the very best sissy I could be for her. She wanted me to know that she loved me, and really wanted me to try to be a good girl. I nodded, now very scared, with my stomach in knots. She reached into the nightstand and picked up the penis gag, telling me that it would help me get through this. Like a docile little sissy, I opened my mouth, and at the last moment, Melanie pulled down her jeans, reached down, and plunged the gag into her own sweet pussy, then shoved it into my mouth, again buckling it very tightly around my head. The first thing I noticed, other than the wonderful taste, was that this was not the gag I was used to. This one was much thicker, and longer, and I started to gag. Mummy told me to relax and breathe slowly through my nose, and the gag reflex finally went away. Now, my ankles were painfully locked far apart with that damn spreader bar, and my wrists were cuffed together, but in front of me this time. These cuffs forced me to hold my hands together, as there was only one tiny link of chain between each one. A nylon and Velcro strap was placed around my forearms, just below the elbow, forcing my arms and elbows together. A collar was placed around my neck, which turned out to be a heavy leather strap covered in white satin, with a thick D ring at the front. A short rope was then tied between my cuffs and this ring, forcing my hands up into a parody of a little girl praying. The thing was, I really was praying! I didn't know what was coming, but I knew I didn't want it to come! With the ladies half lifting me, and me half crawling, I was placed on the bed on my hands, or rather elbows and knees, my face pushed into the comforter. Another rope was tied between my elbow straps and the spreader bar, which pulled me tighter into a tucked position, and now as I thought about it, it forced my exposed bottom up above me for whatever was coming. More pictures were taken, now the short skirt was flipped up, and another picture taken of my bottom. Mummy then brought the camera around to show me the screen. There I was, bound and gagged in sissy pink, and then I saw the panties. To my horror, there was a large, round hole, surrounded by pretty white lace, which centered right on my bum hole! Oh my God, They are going to shove something into my bottom! I had imagined a horrible spanking of some kind, but this?! I tried to yell out, but only managed to make a mumbling sound and drool. I tried to squirm out, but all it took was a moment to realize I was stuck, and stuck tight. All I could do was wiggle my pantied ass, which caused no end of amusement to the ladies. Melanie just laughed, and came around and put a towel under my face to soak up the drool. Telling me to relax or it would hurt even more, she stuck a finger up my bottom, and smeared lube inside of me. As soon as her finger pulled out, she began to push what felt like a full-size automobile up my ass!! I screamed and cried into the gag, strained against my bonds for all I was worth, and prayed for release, but it was to no avail. Melanie kept telling me how much she loved me, and how, if I loved her too, I would take this plug like a good girl. Relentlessly, she kept pushing, while at the same time, wiggling and twisting the monster until it began to push past my sphincter. Pushing hard now, she imbedded the plug in my burning bottom, ignoring my tears and muffled screams for her to stop. Slapping my pantied ass hard, she ran her hand over my wet cheek, and said, "There now, honey, that wasn't so bad, was it? All good girls like to have something up their pussy, and since you don't have a real pussy, we'll just have to pretend, now won't we?" With that, the two ladies began to laugh, and lef