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SISSY SISTER SITTERS by Throne
Claire and Rosa stopped as they approached the front door of the latter's
house. They wore sexy outfits and a touch too much make-up, which was
appropriate because they had been out clubbing. They looked at each
other and began laughing spontaneously.
"This is SO funny," Claire said. "I mean, us going out for the evening
and leaving our husbands in the care of a sitter, like they were little
boys."
"You mean our SISSY husbands. And you should say 'like they were little
girls'." That triggered another wave of merry laughter.
"I couldn't believe it when I found Florence on-line. I mean, even just
reading what she wrote, I could tell she would be perfect for our wimp
hubbies."
"That's how I felt too, the minute that you showed it to me. I can't
wait to see how she dressed them. And to find out what she did to them."
"Did you see the looks on their silly faces when we introduced them to
her? Ha! And how upset they were when we said goodbye?"
"Absolutely. I think a lot of the way they felt was from being left with
an older woman, who had complete authority over them. That and being
seen by her, in all their sissy glory."
"Right. They still haven't gotten used to how girly we've made them."
"And I hope they never do. Half the fun is making them squirm."
"Hee, hee. Let's get in there and find out how entertaining their night
was. We got to flirt with hunky guys and those wussies we're under
Florence's thumb the entire time."
They composed themselves and entered Rosa's home. It really was hers
because, when she and her husband bought it, she convinced him to put it
entirely in her name, saying it was for 'legal purposes'. Since then she
had gotten everything into her name, which left him penniless. That was
just one more way she dominated and controlled him. As they entered the
home they heard moaning coming from another room, followed by the
sitter's stern voice. They glanced at each other excitedly before moving
toward the sounds.
When they got to the playroom, as they had dubbed it, they could see
Florence through the slightly ajar door. She was tall and imposing, a
middle-aged woman with a somewhat full figure. Her auburn hair was up in
a tight bun and she had glasses with small rectangular lenses, perched
halfway down her long nose. Her thin lips were turned down with
disapproval. She was wearing an ankle length dress with long sleeves and
a high lace-topped collar. Her feet were shod in black shoes with square
toes and blocky two inch heels. She resembled the strict teacher or
librarian of an earlier era.
Rosa coughed into her hand discretely to announce their arrival.
Florence acknowledged her with a nod and said, "Come in, please, ladies.
I'm afraid these sissies of yours have been rather unruly. Come and see
what they forced me to do to them."
The women entered and were delighted to see their spouses kneeling,
facing each other, dressed in shamefully non-masculine style. They had
on sleeveless tops and brief panties, along with dainty shoes. Their
hair, which fell just past their ears, had been brushed and and gelled to
give it a look somewhere between faggy and out-and-out feminine. On
their embarrassed faces were hints of eye cosmetics, as well as pale
lipstick. The wives thought it was the perfect look for their grooms.
But it was what they were doing that made the picture perfect. The two
sissies had their faces nearly touching each other, as if they were about
to kiss. But in their mouths was a single shared bar of soap, with each
of them holding one end of it between his teeth, the unpleasant tasting
surface resting firmly on their tongues. They looked at their brides in
desperation, their expressions begging for mercy from the stern woman who
had been minding them. But the women had no intention of ending the
double mouth-soaping anytime soon.
"Oh my," Claire said with theatrical concern. "What did Muffy and Dink
do to earn such a punishment?"
"Yes," Rosa echoed in the same tone. "Just how badly did they
misbehave?"
"Well," Florence said, squaring her shoulders and lifting her chin.
"They were a pair of little monsters. When I told them it was time to
get out of their slightly girly clothes and wear something that fit their
real personalities even better, they started whining and fussing right
away. I had to grab them by their ears and twist just to get their
attention. Then I marched them to Muffy's bedroom, where I had already
laid out the pretty things they're wearing now. They started their
backtalk again, as soon as I let go of their ears, and that's when I had
to face slap them, make them strip naked, and have them play statues for
a half hour."
"Play statues?" Claire asked.
"Yes. They had to stand their with their tiny penises exposed, and
strike pin-up poses. Every time I saw an especially cute one, I said
'Freeze' and they had to turn into pretend statues and stay that way
while I looked them over. I touched them too, testing their skill, but
it seemed that every time I stroked their nipples, which are as sensitive
as any girls, or blew into their ears, they flinched and moved their feet
or their arms..." She huffed at how frustrating it had been. "So I
found it necessary to turn them over my lap, one at a time of course, and
give them rather severe bare-handed spankings."
"I'm sure the little ninnies deserved every swat," Rosa said in support
of Florence's decision. "I'm just sorry you had to be bothered with
tanning their fannies."
"Oh," the authoritative woman said with a gleam in her eye, "I didn't
mind." She composed her face and resumed her serious presentation,
saying, "But then, when I made them pose together, hugging each other and
pressing their lower halves together, the way sissies like to do with
each other, they tried to rebel. They dared to speak back to me, and
even used some rough language. Both of them employed the 'B' word."
"You mean... bitch?" Claire wanted to know.
"I'm afraid so," Florence confirmed. "And that's when I had to use the
soap. But don't worry, I didn't take a bar of yours. No, I always carry
one or two of this brand in my bag." She nodded to the oversized handbag
that sat opened on a chair in the corner. "It's a type I find in the
local dollar store and all my sissies tell me that the taste is quite...
memorable."
The wives nodded approvingly. Claire said, "I'm so glad you handled them
that way, Florence. Besides the fee you mentioned, I'm going to give you
a bonus."
When the woman in the dark dress tried to say it wasn't necessary, Rosa
chimed in with, "Don't worry, dear. All of your payment is coming out of
their allowances. If they have to skip a few lunches this week at their
jobs, it will be a good reminder of how they disrespected you. And if
they don't have gas money and have to take public transportation, it will
give them more time to think about their bad attitudes. That's the way
it is with sissy sisters like these two. You have to work extra hard to
drive home anything you're trying to teach them." She squatted down
alongside the disgraced men, who obviously hated being treated as
sissies, as much as they did the punishment they were currently enduring.
Rosa stared hard at them and said, "Isn't that right, you naughty,
little-dicked, fairies?"
The husbands faces got pink and they blinked nervously. Together they
attempted to nod, though they were limited because they didn't dare to
drop the soap. Claire told them, "While we thank Florence and pay her,
you can stay just like that and think about your unruly behavior. After
your sitter leaves, the two of us are going to chat about the good-
looking guys we met at the club tonight, and about what ELSE we might do
to discipline you. See you in about an hour... sissies."
As the three females left, the unhappy husbands could only turn their
eyes to the side to watch them depart. The husbands admired their wives'
swaying backsides, wondering if any of the men they had flirted with had
patted or even pinched them there. It was so difficult being a sissy
with a small dick and no money except the pittance your spouse granted
you. And that situation was not going to improve in the foreseeable
future.
******
The sissy duo hated Friday nights. That was when their wives went out
with their girlfriends, sometimes to a club, other times to a movie with
a sexy male lead. This time they were going to a male strip show. What
made it so terrible for the submissive husbands was that their brides
insisted on having a sitter come and watch them all evening. Each time
it was a different one. And each one seemed to be worse than the last.
Who would they get this time?
The front doorbell rang and the husbands were told to go and answer it.
They didn't want to do that, not while looking the way they did. Both
of them had all their body hair removed and their eyebrows thinned just
enough to give them an epicene look. They were wearing short colorful
tunic tops that barely covered them below their waists. Their smooth
legs were encased in stockings and their feet were shod in girly
slippers. The two of them looked at each other worriedly as Candy
reached for the doorknob. Cookie wrung his hands and bit his lower lip.
When the door opened they got the shock of their lives. There stood Myra
and Amy, girls they had dated and then dumped.
One of the wives appeared and said, "I'm so glad you girls agreed to come
and sit our husbands. I'm sure you'll have lots to talk about...
especially the way they left you for us."
The other wife appeared. She picked up the conversation with, "Really,
isn't that typical of guys? They have sweet girlfriends and then they
abandon them for sluts like us, just because we come on to them a bit.
They even marry us. Too bad they didn't know we were just after their
money. Which, by the way, we now totally control."
Myra and Amy, two unspectacular girls with large busts, wide hips, and
big bottoms, smiled. Myra said, "Oh yeah. We'll have so much to chat
about. Like how they were happy to take us to bed until they got a
better offer. And how we put up with their tiny dicks and lack of
technique."
"We even pretended to like it," Myra seconded. "We never pointed out
that they had no staying power. Stick it in and shoot it off, all in
under a minute. And still they left us. Jerks like that DESERVE what
you did to them."
"Agreed," said the first wife. "They're much better as sissies. It was
comical how quickly we were able to break them. A few spankings, a lot
of insults about their baby-sized dicks, and we had them eating pussy and
kissing ass in no time."
"Not only that," added the second wife, "but it was SO easy to get them
into panties and wearing perfume and lip gloss. Now listen, we're going
out to see some real men dance and won't be back until late. Keep an eye
on our pansy husbands and have fun. Do any damn thing you please to
them. In fact, there's only one thing you can't do with them." She gave
the men a sharp look and told them, "Lift up those pretty hems, sweeties,
and show your ex-girlfriends how we keep you from playing with
yourselves."
Candy and Cookie blushed as they reached down and gingerly raised the
bottoms of their tunics. Myra and Amy laughed when they saw that their
penises were locked into pink chastity tubes. The wives gave the sitters
warm hugs and told them once more, as they left, that there were no
limits on what they could do to their charges... except that getting them
hard would be impossible. The guys were totally disgraced by everything
that had been said about them.
As soon as the door closed, Myra said, "All right, wimps. When your
wives tracked us down and set this up, they said there's a nice
recreation room where we can play games with you two. Lead us to it.
And let's see those girly hips swish when you walk."
"And hold hands."
The shamed husbands gripped each others' sweaty palms and moved, pelvises
swaying, through the house with the amused pair following them. In the
rec room they had to stand side by side and lift their tops in the back
to show off their pale bottoms. Then they were told to stand back to
back, bend forward, and rub their rear ends together. They hated being
made to touch each other but were too afraid to stand up for themselves.
Myra and Amy had plenty to be angry about and there was a good chance
that they might show it by doing something worse then just humiliating
their exes. While the guys wriggled bottom against bottom, the women got
out of their blouses and skirts. They confronted their betrayers clad
only in bras and panties. Even as upset as C and C were, they couldn't
help staring longingly at the females they had once been able to take to
bed.
Next the men had to move to opposite sides of the room, so each could see
what was being done to the other. Myra went to Candy and said, "What's
the matter, stud? You always loved to get your hands and mouth on my big
tits... and now you can't. Feeling frustrated? Hmmm?" She reached out
slowly and began to tease his nipples through the thin material covering
them. He moaned and pressed his knees together. She brought her face
close to his and made an air kiss in front of his lips.
Opposite them, Amy got close to Cookie and ran her hands over his face.
She blew into his ear and whispered lewd suggestions about what they
might do together. Her hand went to his testicles and massaged them
lightly, getting him wildly aroused. Both men had their dicks straining
against the confines of their chastity devices, which caused them
discomfort and added to the strain of being denied sex by their wives.
Amy turned her back to Cookie and pressed her wide sitter against the
moaning male's crotch, making him quiver with need.
Now that the men were warmed up, the women wanted to make sure to spoil
any pleasure they might be getting from the encounter. So they had C and
C get near each other and embrace. "Go on," Myra insisted, "and show us
a nice long kiss. That's the way. Now let's see some tongue action.
Come on, if you don't want us to do something really nasty to you." The
guys whimpered as they exchanged unwanted kisses, licked each others'
lips, and nibbled each others' ears. They even had to give each other
love bites and leave hickeys on their necks. They dreaded what their
wives would think and say when they saw those.
"Of course," Myra said, sounding reasonable, "if you want to make up for
how you treated us in the past, you could do some nice things to show us
you're sorry. Like... I don't know... maybe... kissing our asses."
"Right," Amy said with enthusiasm. "And kissing other spots."
C and C had to kneel between their former dates and press their lips to
the seats of their panties. They were made to talk to the women, but had
to address their asses when they did it, making apologies in that most
demeaning way. The women had them pull down their panties and kiss them
on the bare. The poor guys were being demeaned and stimulated at the
same time. Their heads swam as they were ordered to bury their faces
between those full mounds and kiss deeper. Both husbands were close to
tears as the way they were being mistreated. The females lost their
panties completely and faced C and C, inviting them to kiss their
pussies. They even stood with their feet wide apart to give the men
better access. Sure, the guys were used to serving their wives that way,
but having to do it for the women they had left, had rejected, was awful.
At last the women decided to take a break and sent the men off the fetch
them glasses of wine. In the kitchen the pair glanced at each other,
embarrassed by the scenes they were being forced to play. They hurried
back to their sitters, not wanting to upset them by being too slow. Myra
and Amy were on the couch, side by side, their bras removed. They
accepted their drinks and had the males kneel before them. Between sips
they leaned far forward and let the guys suckle their big breasts. C and
C were panting from bottled up desire. The women spread their legs and
slid their hips forward, so the men could lower their heads and get their
faces back into their moist crotches, lapping and probing, making Myra
and Amy sigh and hold them by the hair. That went on until both of the
ladies had loud wet orgasms.
They declared that the sissies might like to let each other taste the
fluids from the pussies they had pleasured. C and C looked at them
uncomprehendingly for a moment and then realized what was expected of
them. They turned toward each other, shuffled forward on their knees,
and kissed -- passionately, sloppily, noisily -- the way they knew their
captors wanted them to. It was extremely uncomfortable to have to do it
and, worse, to be watched while they did. At the same time, they
actually were sharing the juices from their licking. They were
instructed to touch each other, tease each others' nipples, and play with
each others' balls. They couldn't stop blushing. Their chastity tubes
stood up from the semi-erect state of the flesh inside them.
"You know," Myra said thoughtfully, "I think these sissies aren't trying
hard enough."
"It's true," Amy said with a nod, "and that means they're disrespecting
us. And the punishment for disrespecting your betters is..."
"A good hard spanking. So they should go and find something for us to
use on their backsides. One should go to the bedroom..."
"And the other to the kitchen."
More distressed than ever, the men hurried off. Cookie returned with a
hairbrush. Candy carried a large wooden spoon. The women accepted those
instruments and slapped them meaningfully against their open hands. The
guys stood by unhappily, licking their lips and hugging themselves. The
women laughed at them and took up positions on two wooden chairs that
stood against the walls, facing each other. The men had to remove their
girlish tops and drape themselves over their exes' full thighs. The
women patted their targets, letting their victims worry for a few extra
minutes.
Then it began, the females taking turns, delivering a half dozen swats,
provoking gasps and yelps, trading off so they could each watch the
other's efforts. Those male rumps got redder and redder. Their legs
kicked and they began to sob. Their tormentors continued, occasionally
targeting the tender backs of their legs. It went on until both guys
were weeping openly, unable to disguise how weak they were in the face of
pain. The women stood up abruptly, dumping their charges off their laps.
Myra said, "Would you girls like something to make your sore bums feel
better?" When the men nodded, she told them, "All right. You have our
permission to kiss each others' rear end and sooth them."
The guys were shocked. That wasn't what they had wanted. But they were
so defeated by then that they went straight to the middle of the room and
took turns pressing their mouths to each others' blazing backsides. They
had to do it for over a quarter hour, ending with some intimate oral
contact between the damaged cheeks. They hoped that their ordeal was at
last over but they were mistaken.
"As I remember it," Myra began, "when we were dating, you girls never ate
our pussies the way you do for your loving wives. You know, the wives
who took all your money and turned you into sissy wimps."
"That's how I recall it, too," Amy said. "But your demonstration a
little while ago showed us that you're well trained now. Which you
should be, since that's the only kind of sex you get to have. The kind
where your face is between a woman's thighs." The females chuckled at
how humbled the men appeared. "So how about if we head for the bedroom
and you can give us another round... or two or three... of what you do
best."
The women got up and left the room. The men started to rise but were
told to stay on their hands and knees and move that way. They crawled
after their former bedmates, tanned bottoms shown off. When they got
there, Myra and Amy stretched out on the wide bed alongside each other
and spread their legs. The men got into position and Myra was struck by
an idea. She said, "You know, you two might not even like women. Let's
do a test. Eat our pussies for a little bit and then, when we tell you,
take a break and lock lips again. Feel each other all over. Lick those
stiff little nipples. That way you can compare and see which you prefer.
Won't that be good?" Though they absolutely didn't want to do any of
that, the men nodded submissively and then got their mouths busy. The
women lay there moaning with pleasure and occasionally purring. Every
time they got close to finishing, they would stop the sissy husbands and
make them put on another show, kissing and feeling up each other. They
even had to lick balls and then put their mouths over the chastity tubes
and suck on them.
The bedroom session lasted for over two hours. The guys were made to
kneel behind each other and pretend to have back door sex. They had to
worship the women's asses and then kiss each other, pretending to love
what they were doing. By the time it was at last done, something inside
Cookie and Candy had changed. Whatever scraps of their male egos they
had managed to preserve had been severely damaged. They were uncertain
about whether or not they really did like kissing and touching each
other. At any time before this evening they would have been certain of
the answer. Now they were confused, and their mixed feelings were
permanent. Their former dates had calculated well. This would leave the
men who they so resented in a sexual-preference limbo, never sure of what
their true desires were. Of course they were still straight, but their
confidence had been shaken so badly that they couldn?t be definite about
it ever again. A process of involuntary bonding had been started between
them and, unless someone worked hard to make it stop, it would go on and
on, growing stronger and stronger, yet always upsetting them.
Eventually the wives returned. They had plenty to say about what a
wonderful evening they'd had and how they had enjoyed looking at and even
touching the hunky male dancers. Then Myra and Amy described in detail
how they had spent their time. As they lovingly recounted each incident,
the men had to squat in the middle of the room, still naked, rumps
looking as sore as they felt, both of them hanging their heads and
sniffling. The wives understood what direction the male personalities
had been taken in and vowed silently, with glances at each other, to
carry on what the wicked visitors had begun. The husbands would never
have a chance to recover. The women exchanged hugs and Myra and Amy
left.
"Well, well," said the first wife. "I want to see how much you two
sissies have learned about your affections for each other."
"Or should we say your lust?" wondered the second wife. "Maybe sometime
soon we'll even take off your chastity tubes and let you go all the way.
I bet you could make each other VERY happy. Or you could just go on and
on without any orgasms. Maybe we'll let you make the choice." The
females snickered at how uneasy that thought was making their spouses.
"But for right now, we're both heated up from watching all those muscles
and those big packages."
"So you girls have a long rest-of-the-night ahead of you. We're both
going to want lots and lots and lots of pleasure. Hope your tongues
aren't too tired already."
"And hope you're not too busy thinking about each other to do a good job
of pleasing us. Because if you don't do a good job, Mommy will spank."
"Both Mommies. And I don't imagine you want another hard swatting on top
of what you've already been given. So you'd better show extra effort in
satisfying our pussies."
"And our asses."
"All putting on a good show for us with each other."
"Like you're going to be doing every night from now on."
******
The two tall brawny men who had escorted the wives all evening came into
the pink bedroom. Their dates' sissy husbands were there with their
nanny-for-the-evening. She was a plump Black woman in her early forties,
with an amused expression on her face. She had the effeminate pair on
the bed, atop a spread that matched the color of the room. They were on
their sides in the classic 69 position, but positioned so they could
smooch each others' rear ends. She made them shift their bodies forward
more so they could bury their faces between each others' buttocks.
"That is too funny," one of the men said in a gruff voice. "While we're
screwing their wives, this pair is wearing baby doll nighties with their
faces in the other one's rump. What a couple of perverts. The girls
told us they found out after they married them that they're fruity fruit
boys."
"That's the truth," said Thelma, the Black woman. "I can barely keep
them off each other. So I always let them have their fun but never let
them cum. They haven't emptied their balls for almost two months now."
"Amazing," said the second guy. "And with such hot wives." He stepped
closer to the bed, looking both fascinated and repelled. He spoke to the
cuckolds, saying, "That's how it goes. We get to bang your wives while
you do this." The pair continued their mutual butt mouthing, with their
small members stiff. Going so long without orgasms meant that any sort
of intimate contact aroused them, even though they didn't enjoy what they
were doing and had no desire for male-on-male encounters.
"Well," said the first guy, "it works for me, us two getting all the
pussy while they -- almost -- get off on each other." To the couple on
the bed he said, "So I guess this is it for you two. We do all the
banging and you lay there making those sad sounds. Your world ends not
with a bang, but a whimper."
******
(Hope you'll take a look at my previous Sissy Sisters stories and leave
comments. Thanks.)
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