Slippery Sissy Sisters
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SHAMED SISSY SISTERS by Throne
Tammy and Ronette (formerly Tommy and Ron) were herded into the garage
by their wives, Jane and Kate. The husbands looked rather alike, with
their short stature, slender bodies, and absolute lack of any hair below
their eyebrows, which were subtly shaped by careful plucking. They also
both had longish hair, nearly collar length, and conservative but
noticeable touches of make-up. Both of them wore hints of eye shadow
and a coating of lip gloss, the latter in a shade called Titty Pink.
As if that wasn't enough to humiliate them, there were their clothes.
They each had on a snug sleeveless top that might have been meant for a
man... or a woman. Worse, they were wearing tights that hugged their
legs and outlined their cherubic bottom cheeks. On their feet were
bright slip-ons. Each carried a colorful change purse.
Tammy looked at Jane and said, remembering to keep his voice high and
soft, "Pleeese, dear, don't make us go out like this."
"Yes," Ronette seconded, "not where people will see us."
"Now girls," Jane said reasonably, "it's just a little shopping trip."
"That's right," Kate agreed. "You should be proud of what total sissies
you two have become."
"B... but..." Tammy managed to get out, sounding ready to cry. "All we
wanted... was to dress up... a little bit... at home."
"Too bad," his wife told him firmly. "You started it and we're taking
it the rest of the way. After all, if you want to play fashion games,
why not do the job right?"
Kate picked up the thread with, "Anyway, since the two of you fairies
have tiny dicks and empty your little balls before you get all the way
into a pussy, you don't deserve hot wives like us. At least not as bed
partners. Now, as your Mistresses, we're perfect. Don't the pair of
you think so?"
Defeated, as they always were when they tried to stand up for
themselves, the peculiar looking men let their heads hang down and
mumbled in unison, "Yes, Mistress."
"Well then," she went on with a grin, "into the car and let's get to
where we're going."
The husbands wanted to ask where that would be, but by then they had
given up trying to assert themselves. And their brides were, as Kate
had pointed out, hot wives. Both of the females were taller than their
spouses and boasted voluptuous figures, shapely limbs, and long hair.
They had cute youthful faces, as innocent as their bodies were
seductive. Men couldn't keep from staring at them, so whenever they
went out with their husbands, Tommy and Ron were painfully aware of all
the attention their wives attracted. But usually, when they left the
house, T and R were in male outfits. This was a first for them, being
outside in their sissy identities, and they were consumed by fear of
being seen.
Once the guys were in the back seat, each sitting with knees together
and hands on laps, the way they had been taught, Jane raised the
automatic garage door and drove into the night. She and Kate chatted
about several of their favorite male movie stars, speculating on how
large their cocks might be and what expert lovers they probably would be
in bed. T and R squirmed with discomfort. They suspected that it would
only be a matter of time before their wives began to cheat on them. The
guys peered out the windows, trying to figure out where they were
headed. Jane got onto a highway and headed for a nearby consumer hub
where several shopping centers surrounded a major mall. She reached
that area and pulled off the main artery, into the lot of... Mall Mart,
that huge store that carries a wide variety of merchandise.
After she parked, the women got out and waited for their husbands.
Reluctantly, the sissified pair revealed themselves. They meekly
followed their wives to the well lit entrance, where they drew curious
glances. As soon as they were inside, the wives stopped and faced them.
"Now," Jane said, "there's some money in each of your little purses for
the items you're going to buy."
"And," Kate added, "a list of what you have to get."
"So," Jane concluded, "we'll be browsing a few departments and you can
meet us near the check-out in about... an hour."
The husbands gaped at each other. They had to be out in public for an
entire sixty minutes? They turned pleading eyes to their wives, who
merely snickered and strolled away from them. Feeling vulnerable and
uncomfortable, the sissies hesitantly opened their small purses and
fished out the lists.
Tammy moaned and whispered, "I have to buy LIPSTICK."
Ronette whimpered and told him softly, "You think that's bad? My list
starts with... a feminine hygiene product."
Dazed by what they were being put through, they nevertheless had to get
busy. There were a half dozen items on each list and a quick comparison
showed them that there were no duplications. Plus, notes at the bottom
told them, they had to make their selections in the order they were
listed, taking turns. Without working out the details, they were pretty
sure the lists were arranged to keep them going back and forth,
traversing the length and width of the vast store over and over.
As they set out, trying to spot the cosmetics counter, they passed a
couple of tough looking young men in T-shirts and worn jeans, who
sneered at them and shook their heads in disgust. Without thinking,
Ronette clutched Tammy's arm, but Tammy shook free of him, hissing,
"Don't make it worse."
Their lists included panties, perfume, earrings, hair products, and
nothing that a man would purchase for himself... unless he was a sissy.
It was going to be a long hour.
******
Their wives called them Gina and Jen, never using their male names when
they were at either of their homes. And those houses belonged to the
wives, because after they had begun turning their husbands into complete
sissy slaves, they insisted on having everything put into their names
solely. Now it was a date night, and the women's lovers were soon to
arrive. As usual, Gina and Jen would spend the evening serving the
hostesses and their guests, first in the den where the foursome would
talk, drink, and eat. Later, the action would move to the bedrooms,
where the two pairs would enjoy each others' bodies. That was the worst
part of the evening for the husbands, though at least they had gotten
used to seeing their sensual brides being ravaged, each by her handsome
and capable man.
The women made a final check of their shy sissies. Gina and Jen were
dressed as schoolgirls this time, with white blouses that had red neck-
scarves, short plaid skirts held up with wide black belts, and
pantyhose. On their feet were Mary Janes with two inch heels. The
husbands had short hair but it had been fussed with and now looked
distinctly girlish. There were a few strokes of liner on their eyes and
pale lipstick on their mouths. They didn't look like real girls, but
like sissies trying to resemble them.
All too soon there was a loud knock on the door and the feminized pair
had to scurry to answer it. Blushing furiously, Gina opened the door.
Similarly pink-faced, Jen stood slightly behind her. They stepped back
and curtsied, holding the hems of their much-too-brief skirts, lifting
them extra high to reveal their cute pink panties with tiny bows sewn
onto the fronts. The undergarments showed off how undersized their
penises were. The new arrivals were tall and broad-shouldered, with
visible beard shadows. They wore casual clothes that emphasized their
maleness. One of them snapped an order for beers and the other barked
at the husbands to move fast if they didn't want their 'candy asses'
smacked.
In the den the wives and lovers sat, hands on each others' thighs, lips
frequently meeting, while they snapped at the husbands, threatened them,
and made jokes at their expense. That went on for about two hours and
then it was time to move to the main bedroom and the guest bedroom,
except that this time everyone went to the larger space. Gina and Jen
were immediately nervous. Any change in routine tended to mean trouble
for them. When they got there one of the guys wanted to know if
something he had brought last time was around. It was in the hall
closet and Gina was sent to fetch it. When he returned with a paper bag
in his hand, his unease had risen even higher. The bag turned out to
contain two rubber balls with little bumps all over them. They were
hollow but made of very thick material, and had a hole the size of a
nickel on either side. They were dog toys and the dates stuffed them
into the mouths of the husbands, getting them wedged behind their teeth.
Also in the bag were two rolls of duct tape, the kind with bright
designs on it. One was pink with red hearts and the other yellow with
blue flowers. They used this to tape over the balls so that they
couldn't possibly be pushed out. They were careful not to cover the air
holes. Then they took short, pre-cut lengths of rope, narrow like
clothesline, from the bottom of the bag and began to bind the sissies.
When they were done, Gina and Jen were pressed together, their narrow
hairless chests tight against each other, their hands behind each
others' back, and stuck that way. Both of them had their faces turned
toward the wide bed.
The men told the wives to go to their spouses and pinch their butts.
Hard. Not quite sure what was happening, but liking the idea of hurting
their husbands in front of their lovers, they did it. Gina and Jen both
made muffled sounds of pain, while came through the hollow dog balls.
Next came the big surprise of the evening, when one of the big men
suggested, "How about if we switch partners this time?" The wives
appeared uncertain at first but then their husbands tried desperately to
protest, their dismay signaled by emotional vocalizations coming through
their clever gags. That made the decision easy for the brides. Giving
their sissy spouses so much added distress delighted them. Just hearing
how they were carrying on, and how helpless they were to express
themselves, was a turn-on.
"Damn," said one of the women. "My pussy is getting wet just thinking
about how stressed this will make our sissies."
"Really," said the other. "My nipples are hard from hearing those two
wimps make sad noises."
The cuckolding females began to undress their borrowed lovers, who
returned the favor, all of them freely exploring their partners bodies
with their hands. And mouths. Seeing their wives with new bed mates
drove the sissies crazy. They strained futilely at their bonds and kept
up their useless noise-making, all of which got the couples hornier.
Soon one pair was on the bed, demonstrating inventive foreplay. The
other wife was on her knees, worshipping a king-sized cock with her
hands and mouth, licking balls, and reaching up to massage a muscular
chest. The copulating began, the pair on the bed in the missionary
position and the one on the floor doing it doggy style. The husbands
couldn't control their frantic reactions to seeing their wives
sluttishly change partners.
The lovers didn't hold back their moaning and panting. They
complimented their partners repeatedly and and compared them to the
husbands, who came up short every time.
"My Gina could never fill my pussy the way you do, baby. Not even
before she started wearing panties all the time."
"Jen always finished before I was barely started. She doesn't deserve
sex with a woman."
It went on and on, with the studs demonstrating their prowess, technique
and endurance. The sissy husbands couldn't prevent rubbing up against
each other and, inside their pretty panties they got unwanted erections.
They began weeping, their noses running, their cheeks flushed from
distress. By the time the stallions finally emptied their heavy balls,
the husbands were exhausted. They sniffled and hugged each other
consolingly. Those shameful erections persisted. As the sex partners
were basking in their afterglow, one of the wives noticed the small
hard-ons and pointed them out. The room filled with raucous laughter
and the husbands were humiliated all over again.
"You know," one of the bull-cocked men commented, "that was a real kick.
We'll have to find some more fun ways to get those pansy boys all bent
out of shape."
"Yeah," agreed the other hunky guy. "We'd be doing them a favor. I
mean, it did get them hard, didn't it?"
That set everyone to laughing again. Everyone except the tied up,
mouth-stoppered, sissy sisters.
******
It was so, so, SO disgracing. Ruby and Pink, as their wives now
addressed them, were cousins who had married naturally dominant women.
When the two brides got together and discussed how weak-willed and
malleable their spouses were, it led shortly to turning the men into
their new sissy selves. Because Ruby and Pink had known each other
since boyhood, seeing each other in their female identities and being
put through their paces together was exceedingly embarrassing. They
used to practice football one-on-one; now they helped each other dress
and apply cosmetics. As if all that wasn't bad enough, two weeks ago
they had been made to attend a party where their wives went with other
men. R and P had been made to greet guests, take coats, and perform
menial tasks like getting down on the floor to buff the men's shoes and
holding ashtrays in their mouths while cigarette ashes were tapped into
them and butts were stubbed out. Now it was time for another get-
together. They had been dreading it all week and were horribly afraid
about what might take place THIS time.
They had to get each other prettied up for the event. They didn't want
to do it but had no choice. If they didn't make their outfits girly
enough, they would get into trouble. So they outdid themselves to
create looks that were guaranteed to embarrass them. This time they
started out with thong panties that pouched their small genitals and
left their smooth buns bare. Next came belly shirts, which might not
have been so bad, except that they were made of some clear filmy
material, so that R and P's smooth chests and pert nipples, showed. To
heighten the effect, they tugged up the tops and used rouge to darken
those delicate pink circles. All the touching got both of them aroused.
They didn't like using their fingers on each other, but it was part of
achieving the effect they needed to keep their wives happy. Sure, they
could have done their own nipples, but if they were spotted taking that
shortcut it would earn them punishment.
In just the thongs and belly shirts, they paused to look at themselves,
at their hairless bodies. Their faces grew red as they blushed vividly.
Why did they have to look SO girly? Couldn't their brides let them be a
least a LITTLE bit manly? They already knew the answer to that as they
went back to the dresser and closet to make their next selections. This
time it was patterned stockings, ones with elastic tops. The first pair
had images of birds and plants, done in a classic Asian style. The
second pair featured letters from some Far Eastern alphabet. They were
trying to decide who should wear which ones, when Ruby suggested that
they each take one stocking from both pairs. When they put them on it
created a weird image, as if R's legs were mirror images of P's. They
hoped their spouses would be pleased by such creativity.
With just those few items on, they felt practically naked. They didn't
want anyone seeing them that way. Still, it was what was expected of
them. So they left it at that and began fussing with each other's hair,
teasing it up and spraying it, giving themselves punkish locks. That
left only their make-up. They searched among the plentiful cosmetics
for exactly the right choices. Ruby worked on Pink, giving her overdone
eyes and then drawing on long lashes, top and bottom. To that was added
bee stung lips, achieved by using a large outline and filling it in with
bright crimson to make her mouth appear much larger than it was. After
that, Pink took her turn on Ruby's face. She applied dark blue shade to
her upper and lower lids to make her eyes 'pop', and gave her pale pink
lipstick to downplay her mouth. It was an eerie look, which she made
even stranger by drawing shadows on the sides of her face to create the
impression of dramatic cheekbones.
They put on low heels and headed for the recreation room, where the
guests were already gathered. Maybe their role would be simply to show
up and be pretty. A few hands might find their way to R and P's
bottoms, but that wouldn't be too terrible. Little did they know...
A dozen and a half people were there, holding drinks and chatting. As
the husbands entered, someone loudly said, "The sissies are here."
Another added, "Time for the floorshow." That didn't sound good. Their
wives didn't hold back while giving kisses to their brawny dates, the
guys they had been having sex with. The cuckolds watched, feeling
awkward and, without thinking, R used his right hand to clasp P's left.
Ruby's wife said he should bend over and cover Pink's bottom with
kisses. He did it, his lips against bare buttocks, wishing he could
tell the amused onlookers that he didn't enjoy that sort of contact.
Then Pink's wife made him run his hands all over Ruby, starting at his
neck and working downward -- slowly -- to his knees. The watchers
chuckled and made lewd comments. More than one mentioned how much the
sissy sisters must be LOVING the games they played. It would be hard
for them to deny because they both had small erections in their
revealing thongs.
Next Ruby's wife's date ordered Pink to lick Ruby's nipples. Pink eased
up his cousin's belly shirt, in no hurry to have to perform this new
indignity. As he began, Ruby couldn't help moaning with pleasure, which
elicited more remarks. After that, the guy with Pink's wife decided
Ruby should give Pink a few love bites on his neck. When that was
finally done, they had to reverse roles and commit whatever had been
done to them on their partner. A tall muscular man in jeans and a
leather vest stepped to the front of the group and said he had an idea.
It started with the two husbands getting onto the floor, Ruby on his
back and Pink kneeling over him, so they could slip aside the thongs and
let their erections show how 'eager' they were to do 69. With everyone
staring intently, R and P had to simultaneously mouth each other's
dicks. There was a scattering of applause, as well as spirited
exclamations.
The man in the leather vest squatted down and said to the actively
sucking pair, "Now here's what you're going to do. First you're going
to make each other cum. That shouldn't be too difficult. From what
you're wives told us before you got here, both of you have been waiting
quite a while to empty your little balls. But when you get a load in
your mouth, you will NOT swallow. You're going to need that serving of
spunk for a game you're going to play." Incredibly shamed, they
nevertheless licked and suctioned. Soon they were groaning with need,
writhing and clutching each other's hips and thighs. After another
minute and a half, the first came and then the second. Now they had
mouths full of cream, even though their output was less than any other
man in the room could have produced.
"Up on your feet," Leather Vest barked. "I want to see you lock lips."
He took out his cell phone and hit a button to start music playing. It
was a sprightly tune. "You're going to do some snowballing. That's
where you pass all that messy stuff back and forth from one mouth to the
other. When the music stops, whoever has the load has to hold it until
I start your theme playing again. Got it?" With their cheeks filling
up as saliva was added to the sperm, the two nodded. They pressed their
faces together and Ruby lowered himself slightly to indicate that Pink
should push his share into his sissy sibling's mouth. It went back and
forth several times, growing as more spit was added. They struggled to
prevent leaking. A drop escaped the corner of Ruby's lips. A dribble
got away from Pink.
The music stopped with Pink holding the entire mess, looking distressed,
breathing audibly through his nose. Ruby gulped a grateful breath. But
then the music resumed and so did the snowballing. Cum-drool got away
from both of them and soon their chins were wet. Ruby's nose began to
run and Pink shed tears. When the music suddenly ceased, Ruby had the
slop straining to escape. He made a sad sound as he failed to contain
it all, with a thin trail running from either side of his sealed lips.
He quivered and fought not to have an embarrassing accident. The music
came back on and he grabbed Pink, got their faces together like he was
administering mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, and desperately passed the
cum-spit mix back, with plenty smearing their lips. It got onto their
cheeks and dripped onto their shirts, to soak through to their hairless
chests.
The final time the music stopped, they were in mid-exchange and each
held half of the mixture. Leather Vest told them that on the count of
three they would swallow. He unhurriedly said, "One... two... and...
three." The sissy husbands forced themselves to ingest the slimy liquid
and then broke down weeping, showing everyone what weaklings they really
were. Their wives made some nasty remarks about how difficult it was to
be married to such pansies, and how thrilled they were to have the real
men they were dating to take them to bed and give them proper sex. That
provoked another wave of amusement. The unhappy sissies stood there,
absolutely disgraced, not permitted to clean themselves up, but made to
kiss passionately so no one would mistakenly imagine they were mad at
each other.
That was when their wives announced that at next week's party the
simpering sissy sisters would put on another performance, something
different, that would demonstrate again what total wimps and perverts
they were. The demeaned husbands could only stand there, looking
ridiculous, and anticipate what new insults might be inflicted on them.
******
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