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SISSY SISTERS PARADISE? by Throne
The three feminized husbands had been left in Penny's bedroom, which was
a study in pink and white, with bold splashes of magenta here and there.
Penny had been sissified by his wife Marge over the past few years. She
had met other women who had done the same to their husbands and they all
formed a loose network for shared activities.
Penny asked Flo, "Did your wife tell you why they have the three of us
here tonight?"
"Not really," Flo answered in a wispy voice. "Just that it was some sort
of party."
"Right," agreed Amy. "And that there would be... a party game."
None of them liked the sound of that. They knew how their wives enjoyed
setting them up, making them expect something pleasant or at least
innocuous, and then springing a trap on them. What might that party game
be? Pin the Tail on the Sissy? Bobbing for Panties? Spin the Dildo?
The trio of girly men looked at each other. All of them were in party
outfits, except that they would be better suited to pre-teen girls. They
had on dresses with bib fronts, over blouses with puffy short sleeves.
The skirts of their dresses stuck out and were short enough to reveal the
colorful leggings they wore. Their hands were in snug cotton gloves and
their feet were neatly fitted into Mary Jane shoes. Each sissy wore a
cartoonish wig with either pigtails, sausage curls or multiple braids
decorated with tiny bows. In the first two cases the wigs had big
butterfly bows attached to their tops. It was so -- I mean SO --
humiliating.
But their appearance, including make-up that favored long drawn-on
eyelashes, round spots of rouge on their cheeks, and cupid's bows of
lipstick, didn't suggest what the game might be. They stood there
fidgeting, not wanting to face what was coming but also eager to put it
behind them. Maybe it would be a spanking game. Or some kind of bondage
contest. Or...
From the hallway Marge called to them, "Let's go, you little sweeties.
It's party time."
They filed out of the room with their eyes downcast, taking delicate
mincing steps, hands carefully in front of them at waist level. Woe
betide the sissy who forgot to behave properly. They swished into the
den and saw three low wooden chairs lined up in the middle of the room.
They had been regular-sized chairs before someone cut the legs very
short. The husbands each went to a chair and sat down demurely, crossing
their ankles and keeping their hands together.
Marge said, "You look so cute like that. Why don't you all join hands?"
The young men reached out to each other, worried that this contact would
presage something more intimate. They shuddered at the thought and one
of them let escape a faint whimper. The wives were seated across from
them on a long sofa. There was a coffee table in front of them on which
were arrayed snacks, bottles of wine, glasses, small plates, and napkins.
They helped themselves to the available treats while the sissies
nervously waited. The wives were in no hurry. Making sissies twitch and
fidget was fine sport to these ladies.
The females -- the real ones -- began to chat about this and that, 'this'
being the type of men they preferred, and 'that' being how their sissy
mates didn't meet any of the qualifications of the first catagory. Those
low chairs grew less comfortable with the passing minutes. Pantied
bottoms shifted uncomfortably on their wooden seats. The wives discussed
sissy fashions, and what sort girdle worked best with a butt plug.
The doorbell rang, which made all of the sissy spouses start. They
tightened their grips and glanced at each other uneasily. Flo's wife,
Jeanette, went to answer it. She came back leading three tall, good
looking guys, all neatly dressed and not in any way visibly feminine.
The trio of sissies squirmed. Were these guys there as dates for their
wives? Being cuckolded was an indignity that didn't lose its impact with
repetition. And there could be so many variations and shameful add-ons.
Penny remembered being made to sit on the floor with one guy's motorcycle
boots and buff them while the man was in bed with Marge. Flo recalled
Jeanette making him undress one of her boyfriends, very slowly, while she
kissed the interloper. And Amy had powerful memories of a demeaning
contest his wife Destiny staged, in which he had to try to seduce her
fellow away from her by making offers of all sorts of sexual favors. So
the three of them had plenty to be concerned about. But the newcomers
didn't go to their wives or show any signs of interest in even touching
them. The husbands were relieved... for the moment.
That was when Marge spoke up, saying, "We gals discussed what the next
step should be for you simpering sissies of ours. We came up with a
really fun idea. But it required the assistance of three men so we had
to go on-line and find them. As you can see, we had terrific results.
So now we're all ready to start that game we spoke about."
The husbands were pleading with their eyes. Pleading for information.
For good news. For an end to their quivering anticipation. They got the
first and third, but not that good news for which they were silently
begging.
Marge continued, "Are you three fairies familiar with a game called..."
She really did enjoy stretching out those tormenting final seconds. "...
called ..." The woman was just plain being naughty. "... called Ten
Minutes in Paradise?"
The husbands had to think for a few seconds before the particulars of
that party activity came to them, but you could read on their faces the
details of it that they were recalling. Still holding hands -- because
none of the wives had told them they were allowed to stop -- they cast
distressed looks toward each other. Not that there was any chance that
they could do something to prevent what was to come. But desperation was
in control of their emotions.
The next step. Those three newly arrived guys. Ten Minutes in Paradise.
It didn't have to be explained to the husbands. But of course the wives
WANTED to spell it out, if only to enjoy the way their well-tamed
husbands reacted.
"Here's how it goes," Jeanette said with a devilish smile. "Each of you
sissy sisters goes into the closet with one of these gentlemen. In case
your silly minds haven't figured it out yet, these helpful volunteers
might look straight, but they are very fond of meeting and... interacting
with... weak little girlies like you three. They might even introduce
you to some exciting new activities. Won't that be nice? And because
you'll have ten delirious minutes together, well, who knows what might
happen." She turned to the other wives. "Did I leave anything out?"
"Just one detail," Destiny offered. "Whatever happens behind that closed
door, you sissies are to be on your best behavior and not refuse these
nice men anything -- and we do mean ANYthing -- they want. Understood?"
As the husbands nodded wordlessly, they dared to sneak glimpses of the
unfamiliar males. All three of the outwardly masculine ones had wolfish
grins. They appeared... ravenous. The sissies swallowed drily and
secretly squeezed each others' gloved fingers.
Marge announced, "The spacious closet over in the corner has been mostly
cleared out. We left a few coats hanging in there just for atmosphere.
Would one of you helpful gents go and open the door so everyone can see
where the action will be taking place?" She smirked at the contrast
between her innocent words and the far-from-innocent acts that she felt
certain would take place in that cramped space. Being 'in the closet'
was going to take on a different meaning this evening. It was time to
begin.
The first guy got up, went to Penny, and held out his hand. The quaking
sissy let go of his neighbor and reached out to the stranger, who helped
him up from that low chair. He led Penny to the closet, took him inside,
and pulled the door shut behind them. Effortlessly, he turned Penny to
face him in the dark, then pulled him close and kissed him hard on the
mouth. Penny's lips were parted in shock and he felt the man's tongue
slide over his own. He wanted to flee but there was nowhere to go.
Besides, they had been warned to do whatever the invitees wished.
The man ran his hands up and down Penny's body, front and back. Suddenly
he was unzipping his dress and touching him on the bare skin. Penny
gasped as he was pulled against his captor, and felt a solid erection.
The man hissed in his ear, "Let's get that dress up in the back and those
panties down. I want to feel your smooth sissy bum."
He rotated Penny so that now they were front to back and as the sissy
cooperatively lifted his skirt and tugged down his panties, he felt that
stiff rod, still safely covered, pressing against his butt. There was
the faint but distinctive sound of a zipper being lowered and then the
sensation of an uncovered penis grinding against the center of his ass,
fitting itself between his buttocks, though it was pointing upward and
not threatening penetration... yet.
"That feels sooo nice," the man whispered throatily, his lips close to
Penny's ear. He began stoking up and down. "And if you're a good girl
and get me off, I won't take your virginity. Can you be a good girl?"
In a choked feminine voice Penny said, "Yes, Sir. I'll be very good.
I'll..." What exactly did the man want? Penny began to grind back
against him. "I'll do whatever you say if you just -- please -- don't,
um, pop my cherry."
The man laughed softly. He continued to work his shaft in that narrow
groove, breathing harder now. Penny kept his bottom moving, desperate to
satisfy him without having him go all the way. The man grabbed Penny's
hips and pulled him back. It wasn't necessary but it got him even more
excited. Penny felt violated, even though the man was going only that
far.
"That is such a sweet... silky... sissy rump. Why don't you clench those
cheeks? Let me feel you do that. Make me shoot, you dirty girl. Make
me spurt my load all over your sexy rear end."
Thinking only of getting the guy off before he decided to drive home his
tool, Penny began moaning, writhing, and trying to convince the other
closet occupant that he too was aroused by what was happening. The guy's
breathing got shuddery. His fingers dug into Penny's soft flesh. He
slowed himself down, knowing he still had time. The mortification went
on and on, with Penny forced to keep simulating passion. The man took a
few long strokes and Penny felt something change, as if the stranger's
entire body had stiffened. Suddenly he was humping like an animal,
frightening Penny.
But instead of jamming himself inside, he passed his limits of self-
control and shot his warm wetness against Penny's backside, between his
unmuscular cheeks. There were several blasts, of decreasing power, and
then it was over.
The man chuckled and told his prey to pull his panties back up. Penny
did it, upset by the feel of that sticky mess being trapped against his
skin. Even so, it was better than what MIGHT have happened. The sissy
husband breathed a sigh of relief and, moments later, the closet door was
opened. Trying to straighten his dress and reach around behind to zip it
back up, Penny blinked as he stepped unsteadily out of the confines of
the closet. Zipping himself up, the man followed. He gave Penny's
bottom a playful swat, which didn't hurt through the covering of the
skirt.
Already, the second guy was tugging Flo along toward the open door.
Seconds later they were inside. He told the helpless husband to get down
on his knees. Flo felt sick at what he expected to happen next, but the
guy just began to shove his pelvis against the sissy's face, rotating his
hips slightly, then gripped the back of Flo's head and pulled him close.
He said, "Go on, you slut. Nuzzle me. I know you can't get enough of my
cock. But I don't want to give it to you. I just want you to use your
mouth... through my slacks."
Flo's heart was racing. Was it possible that he was going to get away
without actually having to suck off that hard length of flesh that he was
-- almost -- touching? It was worth a try to do what the guy wanted and
maybe make him finish before he opened his pants and demanded lip and
tongue contact. Flo nuzzled for all he was worth with his lips and nose
and even his chin. He rubbed his face all over that straining cock.
Then, though it repulsed him, he opened his mouth and used his teeth on
it ever so lightly, careful not to bite down. The guy groaned
appreciatively and pulled on Flo's ears.
The fearful sissy kept up the friction against that threatening member.
Flo nibbled and kissed and rubbed his cheek along it. The guy must have
had some special kink for this treatment because he was getting more
worked up than that amount of attention might have caused. His fingers
teased the back of Flo's neck. He exhaled noisily and told the sissy to
do more. Flo leaned in with his lower face against the rigid length and
set a steady rhythm, which seemed to please the man. Holding onto the
standing figure's legs, Flo continued to apply pressure, maintain his
tempo, and added a few passionate vocalizations of his own that he hoped
sounded enthusiastic, as if he was enjoyed this perverse scene.
It worked. The guy grunted. Once. Twice. Three times and he began to
jerk his hips. The closet was permeated by the unmistakable scent of
freshly ejaculated sperm. It made Flo queasy but there was a sense of
victory in having given the guy what he wanted and, at the same time,
having prevented what Flo very much DIDN'T want.
The man stepped out of the closet, letting everyone witness Flo kneeling
and draw whatever conclusions they might. The guy must have planned
ahead and worn something that absorbed his load and prevented the
appearance of a telltale wet spot on the front of his pants. He went
back to his seat while Flo straightened up clumsily, straightened his
party dress, and tried to look dignified as he wiggle-walked back to his
low chair.
It was Amy's turn. The final husband felt the back of his neck held in a
viselike grip as he was walked to the closet. He shivered after the door
was closed, despite the warmth of the tight space. Right away the guy
began to speak.
"You like this, don't you, pansy?"
"Uh, I..." It was important to keep this person happy, Amy knew. He
said, "I do. I really get off on this."
"Well, I'm going to get you heated up more than you've ever been before."
With deft hands he unbuttoned the front of Amy's pretty dress and parted
the halves. His fingers went unerringly to the sissy's nipples in the
dark, and began to toy with them. Amy took a deep breath, amazed at how
stimulating it was. The man leaned in a got his lips on Amy's neck,
sucking and then delivering love bites. His leg came up just enough that
his thigh put pressure on Amy's crotch before he began to pump his foot
rhythmically. The multiple stimulations had the intended effect. Amy
mewled and responed by rocking in time with that moving limb, increasing
its effectiveness.
The guy chuckled, pleased with the quick results of his actions. He
licked Amy's ear and whispered, "You never knew you could get turned on
like this, did you, girl?"
In the soft voice he used when he was dressed, more breathy than usual,
Amy agreed. "It's... just... incredible."
What was he saying? He was a straight guy. If his wife hadn't made him
over into a sissy he wouldn't look like he did or talk in that way. But
now, after only minutes alone with his clever man, he was being made to
react in ways he wouldn't have imagined possible. His small dick was
getting hard inside the frilly panties he wore. That couldn't be
happening. Yet as the guy sucked on his ear lobe, Amy began to leak pre-
cum. Practiced hands slid up and down over his hairless skin beneath the
dress, activating nerve endings and heating up erogenous zones.
"Don't hold back," the man said soothingly. "You know you want to cream
in your panties. That's what sissies like you love to do. To cream in
your pretty panties because some stud is touching all your pleasure
centers, touching all the right spots in the right ways, saying all the
correct words. Hmmm?"
Amy couldn't deny what was happening. He wriggled under those ever-
moving fingers and felt his balls drawn up tight. OMG, he didn't want to
cum. He didn't want to have some man make him finish. He tried to tell
himself that he was only becoming over-aroused because his wife almost
never let him finish, because it was extreme physical contact, but not
because he really had any sissy tendencies, not because he was capable of
being turned on by another man. Even so, his excitement continued to
mount, to rapidly approach the point of no turning back.
And then it happened. Behind the crotchband of his panties, his penis
pulsed and gave a tiny but distinct jerk. All at once he felt his warm
spunk spreading behind the thin material of those panties with the bows
on the sides. He began to weep silently, even as the undeniable pleasure
peaked and began to wane. His breathing slowed gradually. His shoulders
shook. He would never be able to deny what had just happened. No
rationalization would negate the fact that it HAD happened. The guy who
had gone into the closet with him was a master of mind manipulation and
psychological devastation. That must be his kink. Amy felt woozy as the
door at last opened and he was able to stagger out, steady himself,
resume his hip-swinging walk, and reach that short-legged chair to sit
back down, bringing his knees close together, imagining that everyone
knew exactly what had transpired in the lightless closet.
The women didn't know the details, but it was obvious that serious events
had taken place, and that their sissy husbands had indeed been taken to a
new level, and most importantly that they would never be able to revert
to being less sissyish than this had made them. The wives might let them
think that they could backtrack, that they would never be taken this far
again, but the men would always be aware of how vulnerable they were.
Their wives would put them together in Penny's room later, so they could
exchange stories, full of shame but compelled to share of their
individual Ten Minutes in Paradise sessions.
And then, maybe a month from now or perhaps six months, they would again
take them that extra distance by some devious method and, when the time
was right, to another plateau beyond where they had gone this evening.
It was fun for the ladies and, in the long run, something you had to do
if you wanted your sissies to develop properly, with no hope of turning
back, no chance of reclaiming their lost manhoods.
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