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SISSY APPETIZERS by Throne "B... but Tanya, I didn't know you were going to... to make me... to have me put on..." He stood there, naked and ashamed. "What, Mitzy? To have you put on one of your pretty maid outfits?" "N... no. I didn't know you were going to make me wear those p... p... panties." "But you ALWAYS were panties, you silly simpering sissy. And all my girlfriends will be able to see them because your new maid uniform has the world's smallest skirt. Any briefer and it would be a belt." She chuckled at her wit. "It's just that those panties have... in the front... they're..." "Ohhhh," Tanya said as if she was understanding at last, even though she had known the cause of her husband's distress all along. "You're upset because the panties I selected for you have an open crotch. And your dick will be on display. But sweetie, all the girls already know that you're a guy. They've seen you as my husband and also as my pansy serving girl. So what's the problem?" "They've never seen my... part." "Your part? That's a cute way to refer to your dick. Why are you upset about that?" "Because it's so..." "So smooth and pink? Is it because I've had you get laser treatments and there's no hair down there? And never will be?" "Well, it's that but it's also (sniffle) because I'm kind of... small." "I see. You're embarassed that your penis is ridiculously tiny. That instead of having a big piece of meat between your legs, something that a girl would want in her mouth or pussy, all you have is a little -- appetizer. Just a small sample of -- finger food." She laughed at her clever way of describing his shortcoming. "Well, yes, I thought it was time for the gals to see one of the main reasons why I've spent the past two years turning you into my private sissy. Now they'll understand why you're not allowed penetrative sex, and only get to lick my pussy. And why I have Luke as my boyfriend. And how come you've had ALL your body hair removed and have to dress in pretty things all the time at home." Matt -- which was Mitzy's male name -- began to sob. "Please don't let them see how little my dick is." "Now, now," she soothed. "It'll be better in the long run if your shameful secret is revealed. As long as you hide it, you'll always be afraid of having it exposed. But when you slip into these -- " She held the pink panties, with a little bow on each hip. " -- and your itty bitty pricky pokes out through that clever opening, they'll all see it and you won't have to hide your inadequacy any more." He looked cute and pathetic at the same time, with his lower lip stuck out and his cheeks flushed by emotion. Matt's hair was short but she had gotten it cut so that it could be combed down in front to give him adorable bangs. He had on eye shadow and liner, mascara, and of course lipstick, the latter pink-bordering-on-red. The quivering husband worked the panties up his hairless legs and snugged them into place. His penis got pushed to the side and Tanya looked at it critically. When her gaze came up to meet his tearful eyes, he knew what she wanted, reached down, and tugged his organ through the opening. That brought a smile to her face, one that showed approval and amusement. She liked it when he obeyed so well, especially if she was making him do something he didn't want to. And it always tickled her to call attention to his undersized male endowment and witness his pained response. Tanya had him swivel his hips left and right, making the short length of flesh wag comically from side to side. She would have to remember to have him do that again after all the guests arrived. "Before you put on your maid costume," she said thoughtfully, "there needs to be one more touch. I was thinking about it earlier and came up with the perfect accessory." She checked her dresser top and picked up something small. It was a pink bow on a narrow elastic band. "Now slip this over your appetizer so that the pretty ribbon is at the top. That's right. Get it all the way up the shaft. Well, I don't know if you could actually call that a 'shaft'. Maybe just the nubbin." She giggled, making him blush deeper. "That's the way. You look so sweet with your finger food decorated like that. Now put on the rest of your outfit and touch up your 'face paint'. Put on those earrings with the big hoops. The ones that look like fried onion rings. Hey, an appetizer and two onion rings. You're turning into a regular snack plate." Laughing again, she departed the room, leaving him to get into the unwelcome maid outfit. Matt stood there for a moment, trying to get his emotions under control. At last he was able to put on the maid outfit, hating how brief it was, with just a bib front and a bit of lace that represented an apron. It was also snug at his middle, giving him a pinched in waist. Worse, it pushed up the soft flesh of his chest into small mounds that gave the appearance of modest breasts. He sighed and settled the tiny cap atop his head, pinning it in place. Then he went to work on his make-up, adding to it so his face would be even more overly feminine. Next he put on those earrings that she was so fond of seeing him in. The slightest movement of his head made them sway, so that he was constantly reminded of their presence. Finally he stepped into a pair of tight shoes with two-inch stacked heels. Once he was ready he hurried to reinspect the den, where the group would be gathering. Everything was as it should be but before he could find a few minutes to relax, the doorbell rang. He hurried to answer it, taking practiced steps in those too-small shoes. When he opened the door all three of the expected guests were there, cell phones in hand to take candid photos of him. He squealed and stepped back but was in no position to demand that they delete the pictures. He knew that the shots would be posted on various sites on the web, ones that catered to guys who wanted to have done to them what was being forced on him. The women, each carrying a small package, went past him and straight to where his wife waited. When he got to the den they were all seated and waiting to be served. His bride had donned a tight top and short skirt. The others were all dressed sexily. Of course they were; his male self was sure to respond to all that eye candy. He felt his little penis pulse and took a deep steadying breath. They all wanted wine and snacks. He hurried out of the room with their comments burning his ears. "Love that look, Mitzy." "What's that between your legs?" "I see why Tanya has to go to bed with Luke." When he returned pushing a low serving cart, bent forward with his panty clad rump sticking out and wriggling, they were waiting impatiently. He rushed to give each of them a glass of wine and to offer the 3-tiered tray of snacks to everyone. As he neared a woman she would reach out to flick his tiny organ with her fingertips. He couldn't stop himself from getting hard and that provoked fresh remarks, these ones about how it barely enlarged when he got excited. Someone said, "It's like a petite four." "Well, it's certainly petite." "But I don't think it reaches the four inch mark. Not even when it's stiff." After another several minutes of mocking his inadequacy they settled into chatting about some reality show on TV. He wasn't allowed to watch much television, so he wasn't sure what it involved. The next half hour went by like that before he heard the sound of the front door opening. The only other person who had a key was Luke, but it wasn't a date night. What was he doing here? Before Matt could think about it any more the tall man appeared, smugly confident as always. He eyed the sissy husband and snorted derisively. Tanya got up and smiled at her lover, saying, "This is a pleasant surprise." They walked to each other and embraced warmly, sharing a deep kiss that made Matt cringe. He couldn't get used to seeing her with the man who had made him a cuckold. And it was an added indignity to have Tanya's friends seeing her with her chosen sex partner. Luke explained, "I was just heading somewhere and figured that, as long as I was in the neighborhood, I'd stop by and say hello. Make sure Mitzy wasn't getting out of hand. And that she didn't need me to give her a spanking. In front of all you sexy ladies." Suddenly they were all citing minor infractions the hapless husband had commited. A hesitation here or a lapse of speaking in his sissy voice there. They were unanimous in wanting the strong imposing man to give him a sound fanny whacking. Luke let that possibility hang in the air while Matt quivered with dread. But all Luke did was to put an arm around Tanya's shoulder and pull her close to him, angling his head for another unhurried kiss. Matt was mortified that they were doing it in front of the three guests. But why wouldn't they? Didn't the two of them get aroused from shaming him? Luke announced that the spanking would be administered some other time, said his goodbyes and left. The women resumed their conversation, moving on to talking about some new show that was about to start running. Eventually, however, they got around to Matt, his enforced girlishness and, more importantly, how humorously small his dick was. Tanya remembered her earlier thought and had him move his hips again to make it wag. Someone wanted to see him play with it, which he did reluctantly, causing his face to flush bright red. "Mitzi just loves to be the center of attention," the sissy's wife proclaimed. "Which is why she'll be thrilled that you each brought her a gift." Matt's eyes went wide. He stammered out, "But... but... why would they bring... bring me..." "Gifts? Because tonight is your coming out party. Or rather, your little willy's coming out. Since you were nice enough to finally show them your funny little dick, they wanted to thank you with some clever - - and useful -- presents." She turned to her visitors. "Ladies?" Each of them held out the package that she had been carrying when she arrived. Matt went around the room, unhappily aware of how his footwear made him swish his bottom when he walked, and collected them all. He got back in front of his wife, pressing his pale satiny thighs together and wishing he could hide his undersized member. At Tanya's order he began to unwrap the first item. Once it was revealed he stood there gaping at a length of rubber that was molded so that it was narrow at the end, grew thicker, narrowed again, and ended in a wide base. It was a -- oh no -- butt plug. Was he expected to...? "Put it in, Mitzi," his bride said cheerily. The woman who had gifted him with it suggested, "You might want to get it wet... in your mouth... to make it slip inside easier." There was snickering from all the onlookers as he shuddered while opening his ruby lips and inserting the phallic object. The women guffawed and coached him on how to best get it sufficiently wet. "Give it a few good sucks, honey." "Lick it all over, dear." "Slobber on it, sweetlips." Feeling utterly disgraced, but with even more humiliation to come, he removed the plug from his mouth, pulled down his panties in the back, and put the instrument's tip between his buttocks, feeling around for its target. He got it where it needed to be and began pushing, trying not to wince at the inevitable discomfort, but failing. Once the thickest part was buried in him, the narrowness behind it allowed his opening to contract, effectively holding the sex toy in place. His wife told him to leave his panties lowered and strut around and give everyone a good look at how neatly the plug fit. By the time he had circled the room twice he was sniffling and feeling more like a helpless sissy than ever. It was time for the second gift. This one was a rubber paddle and he didn't have to be told what was going to be done with it. His relief at having the spanking from Luke postponed vanished. The giver signaled for him to drape himself over her lap. He hesitated only for a moment before doing it, putting himself into an awkward and demeaning position. The young woman used the handle of the paddle to jab at the base of the inserted object, adding to his discomfort. Then she ordered him to request a paddling. "M... may I please have a paddling, Ma'am," he said shakily. When she didn't answer he added, "I know I deserve it. And I... want you to do it." "And WHY do you deserve it, Mitzi?" she wanted him to confess. Without thinking he blurted out, "Because my penis is so small, and of no use to any female, and nothing but a joke. Only an... appetizer." That set off gales of laughter. He blushed furiously. The woman over whose lap he was reached between his thighs and found his penis. She gave it a squeeze and announced, "I think I've got my fingers on your baby-sized dick but I can't be sure. Can you feel anything when I pinch it like this?" He yelped and then took a deep breath. "Yes, Ma'am. I'm sorry I'm so tiny down there. P... please paddle my sissy ass." She chortled and raised the semi-flexible slapper, paused, and brought it down hard across both his nether cheeks, producing a loud satisfying crack. The other women cheered as she delivered one blow after another, reddening Matt's butt and making him wail. He kicked his feet and pulled up his head. One of the women got up and took a close-up picture of his distorted face. The spanking continued and didn't stop until he had endured a total of two dozen swats. His backside was crimson and he was weeping profusely. The woman stood and rolled him off her thighs and onto the carpet. He lay there rubbing his sore sitter, unable to staunch his tears. The one who had smacked his sitter said, "I guess you'll be sleeping on your tummy tonight, missy." "And there's still one more gift to go," his spouse reminded him with a grin. His fingers trembled as he began to unwrap the last surprise. Someone made a joke about how any package he opened would be larger than his 'package'. As he got the paper off and removed the lid, he was confused to see a long needle, and a little silver bell with a short chain attached. Through the last link was a small ring that could be snapped open. The woman who had brought it opened her shoulder bag and produced a bottle of disinfectant and package of cotten balls. She knelt down in front of him and said he should pinch the tip of his tiny protruding tool and stretch it out. She swabbed that narrow piece of skin on the underside, where the head meets the rod -- the frenum. He began to understand what was about to happen. "Now hold very still," she cautioned as she took the needle and cleaned it with the liquid. "I wouldn't want to jab you right through the middle of your dick." The guest set the tip of the needle against the frenum and, before he could fully prepare himself, shoved it easily through. Matt yowled and shed fresh tears. She carefully cleaned the puncture and the ring, passed one half of the metal circle through, and snapped it shut. The bell hung down two inches from his now flaccid member. His wife chortled as she remembered what she had made him do earlier and wanted to have him repeat for the girls. She told him, "Mitzi, swing your hips to make your baby pecker wag... and so your new bell will tinkle." Still weeping, his face all red, he did as he was told. The onlookers saw how his 'appetizer' swung and heard the bell's faint ringing. They howled with laughter. His bride toyed with his nipples, which was guaranteed to give him a stiffy. His dick stood up and, as she made him parade around in his heels, it bobbed and set the bell to making music. More laughter assailed his ears. The end of his miniature penis hurt. He knew the pain would pass as it healed, but this new mortification would last and last. "You know what's really going to be funny?" his spouse asked her guests. "When Luke comes here again, tomorrow night, and gets an eyeful of Mitzi's bell. He is going to be SO amused. I'll suggest that he let her stand and bend forward, with her feet apart, for her spanking. Luke can use that slapper that we just saw demonstrated. And Mitzi can put her plug in before he starts. While he's smacking her fanny, the bell won't stop tinkling for a second. She'll be enjoying all three of her gifts at the same time. Won't that be nice for her?" The girls all agreed that it would. Matt didn't like it at all but what could he do? And then his wife had another idea. She said, "While Luke and I are in bed, Mitzi will have to keep her bell ringing the entire time, which is usually about an hour. I'll let her play with her itty bitty appetizer but..." She turned to her shame-faced husband. "... I won't let her finish. That's how you have to treat a sissy, especially one with such an immature dick." ********* Barb smirked at her sissy husband John, who she always called Jennie. He was stroking his undersized penis and writhing with humiliation. It was bad enough that he had to be dressed the way he was, in a belly shirt and crotchless pantyhose, along with gaudy hooker heels. But to have to masturbate in front of his leering wife was awful. Though she made him do it frequently it was something that he could never bear. John was allowed to use only his thumb and forefinger, lest he forget how ridiculously small his manhood (if you could use that term) was. He continued rubbing it while she struck a few sexy poses for him. The helpless sissy panted, overcome by the way her see-through babydoll nightie showed off her heavy boobs and wide hips. She turned around and gave him an eyeful of her broad backside, so round and firm and fully packed. He moaned with need. "What's the matter, Jennie? Are your miniature balls bothering you? Do they need to be emptied?" "Yes. I mean no. Er, yes." She snickered. Of course he didn't want to finish, because she would make him squirt it into the palm of his hand and then lick it up. He also didn't wan't to climax because she made him do it so often that, except while he was performing, he couldn't get hard. And being soft so much of the time just called attention to the fact that he was laughably under-hung. Just then there was a knock on the front door. His wife said, "Jennie, be a good girl and go see who that is. Maybe some salesman or..." She added, "And don't stop wanking, love." On the verge of tears, fearful of who might be there, he went reluctantly to the door. When he opened it just a crack he saw that it was one of his wife's female friends, an older woman named Flo. John found it especially degrading to have the more mature, somewhat dignified lady see him this way. His hand kept moving as he stepped back, at the same time opening the door further, and allowed her to enter while hoping that no one outside would catch a glimpse of him. His wife used make-up on his face, but never enough to disguise his true identity. Flo shut the door and looked at him critically. "That nasty little pinky finger between your legs offends me when it's hard. I think we'll have to make you finish so it gets even smaller again. Shall we do that, Jennie? Make you shoot and then slurp up your mess?" He was upset but knew better than to disagree. In his customary sissy whisper, he replied, "Yes, Ma'am. You should make me finish. So I'll be very... small... again." She cackled at his discomfort. "Yes, but there's no hurry. It's comical to see you playing with that poor excuse for a cock. Keep at it, young lady. But do use your other forefinger to wipe the drop of clear fluid off the end. And then suck the finger." His wife appeared. She had heard what he was ordered to do. Cringing emotionally, he swiped the droplet up on his fingertip and then stuck the end of the digit between his pink-lipsticked lips and cleansed it, recognizing the familiar and unwelcome taste of pre-cum. His wife greeted her friend and they went to relax in the sitting room. He followed, continuing his manipulation and blushing furiously. He hated that, after he was finally allowed to bring himself to completion, his dick would then stay at its smallest for at least 24 hours, with no hope of growing. During that time he would feel so... disabled. He sighed, softly enough that they couldn't hear it, and put himself where both women could easily see him while he went on with his self abuse. The ladies chatted about clothes and shoes that they liked, eventually drifting into fashion choices for John, though they never used his male name. He had to stand there like an exhibit in a sideshow. Eventually Flo got up and went to him. She stood very close, intimidating him but also getting him more excited. He responded with elevated excitement to her reserved demeanor and how it contrasted with her voluptuous figure and tight (though elegant) clothes. She said in a cultured voice, "Miss, it is time for you to make yourself orgasm. Do you require my assistance?" He hated it when she used her expert touch to drive him over the edge but also couldn't resist it, had to have it. In a choked voice he said, "Yes, please, Ma'am." He knew what else she wanted to hear. "Please help me make my wee winkie squirt so I can catch the mess in my hand and lick it all up like a good girl." "Well," she responded in her most aristocratic tone, "I suppose I could do that for a sweet sissy like you, if it doesn't take too long. After all, it's worth it because after we're through, your dickie will stay small -- small -- small for at least a day." As she uttered those unsettling words her hands came up and she took his nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, through the thin material of his top, and began to roll the little nubbins. John whimpered and his narrow hips jerked. He got his other hand under the end of his dick as he rubbed it. His eyelids fluttered. His mouth opened and closed. As his passion reached its zenith he made a pitiful sound and his dick twiched and warm wetness struck the center of his palm. His dove's-eggs balls couldn't produce much, but he still had to gather it up with his tongue and draw it into his mouth, sickened by the flavor and knowing what he had just done and that two women his witnessed his sissy self- disgrace. John got all of his spunk and swallowed it down. Flo called him a 'most cooperative sissy girl' and patted the top of his head, which just made him feel worse. He always suffered a letdown after he was forced to spurt. The knowledge that now his penis would remain limp and oh-so-tiny made him shudder. It was awful how those open-front pantyhose showed off his shortcoming. His lips quivered and his shoulders sagged as the two females dominated him with just their stares. "What do you say to the nice lady, Jennie?" his wife wanted to know. To Flo he said, "Thank you, Ma'am. I'm so glad you made me shoot my little serving of sissy sugar-water and let me lick it all up and eat it. Yummy yum yum." He nearly choaked on the ego-shriveling words. But he'd better add more if he didn't want to risk their disapproval and maybe a punishment. "I'm so happy that now my mini-dick won't show itself off by standing up and revealing that it doesn't get any bigger than one of those little party franks. Even when it's big it's small. Like a one- bite appetizer." The women nodded approvingly. Barb's husband had learned his lessons well. They loved making him empty his little testicles often, so that he could never get hard any other time. His tiny peter, almost always soft, made it impossible for him to ever escape the sissy life they had given him, and he would remain helpless as they made him less and less of a man. The women shared a silent smile as they both thought about how entertaining it would be to continue his emasculation for years to come. ********* "Sweetie," Margaret called cheerily. "Nursie is here. Time for your milking." Joe mewled sadly and nodded. He was wearing a fishnet top and matching stockings, which showed off his hairless slender figure. His wife had made him apply overdone make-up: long artificial eyelashes, bright red circles of rouge on his cheeks,cartoonishly generous amounts of lipstick. Stuck atop his head was a pixie-cut wig, blond with blue streaks. Margaret went and admitted her friend. Nurse Bettina was in an old fashioned uniform, starched and accompanied by a tiny cap. The skirt was short and the top tight, so that her substantial curves were well displayed. She carried a black medical bag. She sneered at Joe and said, "And how are we this evening, Josie?" Making sure to use his 'girl' voice, he said, "Very fine, Nurse B. And eager to have my milking." "Yes," she said with obvious delight. "Because it will prevent that itty bitty thing between your thighs from trying to get big. And it will get rid of any foolish desires you have for a real orgasm. It's SO much better to let me drain you without ANY pleasure. Well, at least without any for you. Margaret and I get quite a bit of enjoyment out of emptying your small balls like this and preventing you from ever being able to get a real hard-on or being able to wank." She chortled. "And I know you appreciate what good care we take of you. Right?" He blushed and said softly, "Yes, Nurse B. I'm so happy that you... help me... to stay girly." It had been three days since his last milking and he was able to feel at least a bit of male need. Nurse Bettina's thrusting bosom, wide hips and jutting bottom were exactly what he had always liked, back before his wife had decreed that he was going to be turned into her sissy, and her outfit had a certain amount of retro-fetish appeal. He felt a brief tingle in his penis. Almost as if she sensed his reaction she said, "Let's get this done. Wouldn't want our little lady having any naughty ideas in her pretty head." She took him by the ear and marched him through the house. He whimpered but didn't dare to reach for her hand. His tiny dick remained small as she led him to the living room, forced him down on his knees in front of an upholstered footstool, and made him bend over it. Then she opened her medical bag, took out a pair of rubber gloves, and made a show of donning them. Joe glanced up, feeling aroused by the sight but with his body unable to respond. The tingle in his dingle reoccured and he hoped desperatly that he might at least experience a genuine stiffy before she expertly coaxed his sperm out of him. But she was already opening a small tube and applying lubricant to several fingers. He moaned as she inserted two fingers and began to explore. His wife chuckled and moved into his line of sight. Margaret said to him, "You know, the longer we keep doing this to you, the more feminine and pliable you become. And its already been a year since you've been allowed to finish without Nursie invading your butt. I think that before much longer we'll have you turned into a complete sissy. You're already an expert pussy licker. And there's such a lovely swish in your hips when you walk. I especially like all the girly gestures you make and poses you assume. I mean, now you do it without being reminded. You can feel it happening, can't you Josie? You can feel yourself crossing entirely into the Sissy Zone." What he could feel was Nurse Bettina probing and exploring. She knew exactly where his prostate was but always took her time, intentionally prolonging his humiliation. He gazed up at his sexy wife, wishing more than anything that he could be allowed one more erection, maybe even the opportunity to have sex with her a last time. But she had always been disappointed by his undersized member and that was the main reason she had decided to rob him of his maleness. The Nurse got her free hand under his dick and worked her inserted fingers with confidence. Though there was no pleasure for Joe, he did feel it as he was milked of his fluids. Then she held up her hand, getting it right under his mouth. Bettina wanted to know, "What does a sissy want to do when she smells spunk? Hmmm? Show me, Josie. Show me, little pussycat. Show me how the pussycat likes cream." His throat constricted but he stuck out his tongue and began to lap up what had been coaxed from his balls. They would keep this up, making it impossible for him to get hard, to have sex, to play with himself, or to ever see his little dick except at its soft smallest size. He sobbed as he finished cleaning the palm of her gloved hand, tasting his own output, and admitted to himself that they really were going to persist and not stop until he had been reduced to complete sissyhood. He sighed, turned his eyes up to his wife, and felt Bettina withdraw her fingers. The second woman appeared in his field of vision, stripping off the soiled covering from her hand, turning it inside-out. Joe's lips quivered as he said, his voice sounding oh-so-femmish, "Thank you ladies, for helping me to avoid those awful male urges I used to have, for keeping my baby-sized dick flaccid, and for helping me to become the sissy I was always meant to be." "No problem," his wife said with a nasty smirk. "But if you really want to show your gratitude, let's go to the bedroom, all three of us. I know how much you like to play at being our lesbian lover." "Mmmm." Bettina nodded. "Our totally obedient, anxious to please, lezzie slavegirl lover." She reached down and took his upper arm to help him to his feet. "And it makes it so much more fun for us to know that while you're using your mouth and hands all over our luscious bodies, you won't be distracted by any of those rude animalistic male instincts that we've eliminated again by milking you. I think that tonight we can add something new to our foreplay, Josie. Imagine yourself with your face jammed between by ass cheeks. Or your wife's. I'm sure we'll both want to try you in that position. And then imagine what you'll be doing with your busy tongue while your face is buried between those warm mounds of flesh. And how much we'll both enjoy it." "Yes," added Margaret. "And how much you WON'T enjoy it." As he was led down the hall with each woman holding one of his hands, Joe went helplessly, trying to contain a sob but not quite able to do it. *********