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It had started out simply enough. Two kind-of-boring guys married to
two rather attractive young women. After a while each gal suggested
spicing up their love lives by trying some new things. The guys went
along with it enthusiasticly. Wife #1 introduced super-sexy lingerie
and a vibrator. Wife #2 decided on 'hooker' shoes and some prolonged
foreplay with massage oil. The guys were ecstatic. So when their
brides each suggested putting them into chastity, explaining how it
would heighten the guys' arousal and get the women very turned on, too,
both husbands were happy to cooperate. Of course, the wives had planned
all this together. And their spouses, though they were buddies, were
too shy and un-macho to talk about it to each other and wouldn't even
think about bragging.
Next the ladies, who were both short, with modest busts but fuller in
the thigh and bottom departments, got their husband's penises locked
into snug little tubes, assuring them when they had momentary doubts,
that this was SO exciting to females. Then they explained breathily
that part of the game was for the men to learn to eat pussy. What?
Both husbands had always been against that. Not wanted to do it.
Considered it demeaning. Literally and figuratively distasteful. But
after a few days in chastity, with the wives showing off in their
bedroom fashions and using those additions they had introduced (vibrator
for one and oily foreplay for the other), the guys were impossibly horny
and started to break down.
The wives assured them (keep in mind, this is going on in two different
households) that it would be fun and that, once the guys got good at it,
they would be freed from chastity and enjoy some delightful
reciprocation. So the fellows -- who were also short like their wives,
I should mention, and unmuscular -- went along with it. The gals were
thrilled and had many loud and animated orgasms. And yet what they
experienced was never quite as good as it might be, or so they claimed.
They made a point to mention guys they had known when they were single,
and how much better they had been at it than the husbands were now.
They also added -- sort of dreamily, without seeming to mean to -- that
those guys had been better in bed in other ways, like during
intercourse, lasting longer and having superior technique and being
better hung. The husbands felt the first inklings of inferiority. And
an increased need to compensate by trying harder. Which meant more
pussy lapping.
After about a month of that ("But can't you unlock me just for one
night?" each guy begged, sounding very needy.) the boys had completed
the first phase of their new lives and were ready for more. That was
when the wives told them that because they weren't currently allowed to
use their dicks (Not ALLOWED? When had THAT started?) they shouldn't be
permitted to cover them up like men did, with masculine underwear.
Instead, the wives patiently explained, their fellows would have to wear
panties. Objections were silenced with long sessions of teasing, which
led to plenty of oral worship. Oh, and the latter now involved kissing
of the feet and working one's way slowly up those plump shapely legs to
your goal. The guys became even more submissive.
And if you're wearing panties, the wives argued reasonably, you really
should get rid of that hair below your belly button. The logic wasn't
conclusive but because the males were already so broken down, ego-wise,
they gave in quickly. And if you're getting rid of that body hair --
just until this situation is resolved you understand, not permanently --
you might just as well also eliminate what's under your arms and that
little bit on your chest and, well, everywhere. Right?
So all of a sudden -- it certainly seemed sudden to the husbands, even
though the mental changes that made it possible had been gradual -- the
men were in panties and totally denuded of body hair. I mean, they were
smooth and pink everywhere. Their wives even joked to them that they
would make good lesbian lovers. And hinted that when they had been
single they had experimented with girl-on-girl encounters. When they
weren't with those tall, athletic, well endowed studs. The poor
husbands each were suffering a crisis of ego loss. Being in chastity,
constantly yearning for what they couldn't have ("Let's keep you locked
for another week. At least."), worrying about when they would finally
be released ("Now if you're going to whimper and whine, let's not even
DISCUSS letting you out of your tube. What you need is an attitude
adjustment. That should take another two weeks."), and with their wives
behaving so sexily whenever they were around them, well, it wasn't easy
to deal with.
The boys, as they were now often referred to at home, were instructed to
say "Yes, Ma'am" and "May I please...?" and use soft voices. They
should avoid overly masculine body language. And were told that
watching sports on TV just made them all testosterone-driven, so that
activity was to be eliminated too. Housework was put into their
schedules to fill some of the time that had been freed up. And if they
were doing housework it only made sense for them to wear -- the wives
acted like this was a sudden inspiration to them -- aprons. And there
just happened to be some nice ruffled ones with big floppy ties in the
back, aprons that the boys didn't remember ever seeing before.
They might have objected at that point. But it was difficult for them
to stand up for themselves while they were busy around the house,
dusting and polishing, hand washing their brides' delicate lingerie,
while wearing nothing but thong underwear and aprons (and their
chastities, of course), with their hairless satiny limbs on display,
their bare bottoms left uncovered by those minimalist panties. There
were other changes. The wives forbade kissing on the lips. ("Now dear,
you're kissing me on my OTHER lips so often that we wouldn't want me to
smooch you and get a taste of my own pussy. Would we? Of course not.
So no more kissing above the waist for you, little boy.") And they
didn't want their guys to get a chill so along with panties and aprons
they supplied them with stockings and, at bedtime, some darling short
nighties. ("Oh, you look so sweet in that. Just yummy. Now be my good
little boy -- no, make that 'my good little girl' -- and slide up
between my legs so you can get that talented tongue busy.")
The wives also developed a tendency to giggle at their spouses, to
mockingly patronize them, and to gently but firmly correct them,
sometimes even having to make them bend over for a swat -- or two or
three, depending on the severity of the offense -- on the bare rump.
Another trick they used -- acting like it was just a joke -- was to
suggest that they might misplace the keys to those chastity devices. In
a moment of anger one of them said that maybe she should take the key to
the supermarket, where they had a plastic bucket to collect unwanted
keys and earn money for charity. She described dropping the key into
that container and stirring it around with the many other ones already
in there, so that it would be lost immediatly. The other wife said that
maybe she should mail it to someone far away so they could hold it for
her, and so hubby couldn't find it and use it without permission.
Though, as she mused aloud, it MIGHT get lost in transit.
I imagine you can see that the path they were all on was going to
stretch a lot further. For that to happen, however, for it to occur
the way the ladies wanted it to, there was another essential step and it
was time to take it. The gals announced to their husbands that there
was going to be a little get-together. Just two couples. Alana and her
husband Tim (now being called Timmy) would stop by to visit Grace and
her spouse Perry (who was upset by her new pet nickname for him,
Pantie), just to share a glass of wine and some chit-chat. The guys
were uneasy to be going anywhere, knowing that they would be wearing
panties (and stockings, most likely) under their street clothes, with
their bodies still hairless and sleek, their dicks securely locked up
and their balls aching (which they were pretty much all the time) and
yet, as mentioned earlier, the time when they might have protested had
passed. Even when the guys wanted to say something, they were
intimidated by the chance of being bent over while in their feminine
scanties, and spanked.
So it was that the foursome got together in Grace's den (Not Perry and
Grace's, or at least it was hard for him to think of it that way any
longer, with her controlling all the money and making every decision.)
where the women conversed while the men sat awkwardly. The ladies each
had a tall glass of red wine, while the men had somehow been relegated
to being given plastic cups (decorated with silly cartoon animals, no
less) half full of ginger ale. Warm ginger ale. Flat ginger ale. And
they were too dominated by then to even mention it, let alone complain.
There had been talk about work and TV shows and fashions when, to the
shocked surprise of the husbands, Alana casually said, "Timmy has been
such a darling, laundering all of my panties by hand."
"What a coincidence," Grace said, acting surprised. "Perry does that
for me, too. In fact, I was saying something about it just before we
came here. I thought it was funny that Pantie takes care of my
panties." She put a hand to her mouth. "Oops. That just slipped out.
You see, Pantie is a little name I have for my husband."
While Perry sat there, silent and blushing, Alana said, "Oh, it's okay
to have a sort of 'play-name' for your hubby. I've been thinking of
calling Timmy something else. Like Tammy."
"Just because he washes your panties?"
"Well, that and..." She paused to let her husband squirm inwardly.
"... also because he WEARS panties, so a girly name is more
appropriate."
"My Pantie wears them too." She tittered. "I mean, they look terrific
on him since I made him get rid of his body hair."
The wives continued comparing notes, making their husbands suffer
endless shame, until they came to the final insult. Alana confided,
"Well, this all got started when I put Timmy... I mean, Tammy... into
one of those chastity devices."
"I remember us talking about them months ago, and how they'd be perfect
for playing bedroom games. That's why I got one for Pantie."
"And me for Tammy. Hey, let's have a look at them."
The guys couldn't believe what they were hearing. First their
humiliating situations had been revealed, and now they were expected to
display the most unwanted feature of their descent from masculinity.
Even so, when their wives told them to, they both stood.
"Now be good girls," Grace said with a smirk, "and drop your pants."
"Yeah," seconded Alana. "Drop your pants AND your panties."
The women laughed out loud, all pretense of respect for their husbands
gone. Grace snapped her fingers at Perry and pointed to the waist of
his trousers. He immediatly began to unfasten them and lowered his fly.
All it took from Alana was a sharp glance to make Tim do the same. The
guys unhappily dropped their pants and stood there in thier colorful
silky panties. Perry hugged himself. Tim pressed his thighs together,
as if that would preserve some shred of modesty. Instead, their spouses
repeatd that they should lower their panties so their chastities could
be seen.
"No, wait," Grace said, her eyes bright. "You should lower each others'
panties. It would be more fun that way. At least it would for us
women. Okay, girls?"
All the guys could do was to nod wordlessly. They were too shaken up
and too defeated for any other reaction. They turned to face each other
and, with their slacks around their ankles, had to shuffle to get close
enough for what came next. When they were near each other both of them
appeared ready to cry. Blinking and sniffling, they gingerly hooked
their fingers under the waists of each others' panties. It was so awful
to have to touch another guy that way. A guy in panties. With no body
hair. But they did it. They wriggled each others' panties down to mid-
thigh, which is when their wives told them to stop and to turn toward
where they sat.
The husbands did that, too, which set off gales of laughter from the
women.
"This is priceless," Grace said. "We're married to a couple of
sissies."
"That's for sure," Alana agreed. "So from now on, when we take them to
bed, all they'll be allowed to do -- ever -- is lick our pussies."
"Which is fine by me. Pantie has gotten to be an expert."
"Tammy too. In fact, I'm thinking of moving her on to kissing my butt.
And by kissing I mean French kissing."
"That'd be fun. I'll get Pantie started doing it, too. Though it might
take some spanking for motivation. But ass kissing and pussy licking
aren't the same as having real sex. With a real man."
"Right. Like those guys we've talked about, who we used to date.
There are some pretty good candidates for that job where we work. A few
of them have hit on me. And they know I'm married. Now I can flirt
with them and not feel guilty, being married to a sissy."
"Same here. And we can see what it leads to. I think I'll wear some
red heels to the office on Monday. That should send the right message."
"And I have a new skirt that's really tight. Those hunks are always
ogling my big ass anyway, and if I show if off it'll be like throwing
raw hamburger to a pack of dogs."
They laughed and toasted each other with their wine glasses. Their
hapless mates, standing there in panties and stockings, hairless
crotches exposed, chastity tubes bared, could only shudder at this new
and unwelcome development. Still, it's impossible to debate an issue
when you look like that and have just had your hands on the other guy's
panties. Yet the issue may change. A new and more unsettling one
might take its place. For instance...
Grace said, "What is it, girls? Don't you won't us to do that? Maybe
it would just be better to kiss and forget it?"
Tim dared to say, though still in a whisper, "Y... yes, please. Ma'am."
He would be pleased to kiss his wife on the lips again.
"All right. You've convinced me. Go ahead. Kiss each other."
"N... no," he gasped. "I didn't think you meant..."
"Go ahead" she said calmly. "Face each other and do it."
They moved and got within kissing distance, but went no further. As
they gazed at each other both guys could see that this was too much. It
was past even the limits to which they had been driven.
Alana said, "How about if we sweeten the deal? You give each other a
kiss, a nice long one, and maybe we'll take off those troublesome
chastity devices. Would you like that?"
The husbands were overwhelmed by the possibility of escape from their
prick prisons. They looked at their spouses and then back at each
other. Almost imperceptibly they shared a brief nod. Slowly, ever so
slowly, their faces neared each other. Their lips touched lightly.
They allowed them to part fractionally. As they pressed their mouths
together one of them, desperate for freedom from chastity, eager to
please the wives, pushed his tongue past the other's teeth. Like an
explosion going off, two tongues were sliding across each other, and it
no longer mattered -- if it ever had -- who tongued who first. They
hugged each other and the kiss went on and on and on. Maybe it was the
result of stress, the need for some sort of release, the denial of being
able to kiss their wives, or some combination of factors, but they
kissed and kissed and kissed.
As abruptly as it had begun it was over. Blushing bright pink, they
leaned away from each other. Like denizens of The Garden they were all
at once aware of their nudity, or at least partial nudity, and a new
shame. While the women observed them appraisingly, the husbands wished
they could turn back time and un-kiss that kiss.
Perry mustered the nerve to say, but still in a girly voice, "May we be
unlocked now, please. Ma'am?"
"I believe what we said was that MAYBE we'd take off those chastities.
But after seeing how hot you two are for each other, that seems like a
bad idea. You'd probably be on the carpet, 69ing each other in two
seconds flat. Then we'd have to give you really hard spankings, which
would make us feel bad. So no, girls, the tubes stay on."
At that point the husbands -- or let's just call them what they had by
then become -- the sissies -- broke down and cried. They sobbed and
their lips quivered. It was so unmanly.
TWO MONTHS LATER
The wives had been dating since shortly after their sissies shared that
first kiss. It was great for the women, being able to get laid by
capable and eager men, and still having differently capable and not-so-
eager, but anxious-to-please, sissies waiting for them. The ladies
especially liked to go out on a date, get ridden bareback, and then come
home and make their pansy spouses eat pussy that was enriched by thick
protein-laden spunk. They would make their 'girls' clean them
thoroughly, give them several bonus orgasms, and then not let the wimps
rinse or in any other way clean the taste of cum from their mouths.
But now it was time for the men they dated to come over for a nice
evening at Alana's home. Not Alana and Tim's. Really not, because she
had gotten him to sign papers putting the property and all their assets
into her name exclusively. He imagined that doing it might gain him
relief from his chastity but his imagination was overactive, helped
along by several misleading comments from his bride. However she did
say she felt terrible about his misunderstanding, and to make it up to
him she spent over an hour giving him a long and thorough teasing
session, complete with lots of suggestive remarks and plenty of dirty
talk that, sadly for him, was all about her and her lover.
The wives taught their sissies something entertaining that they could do
to amuse the men. They also decided to dress them up in more than just
panties and aprons and stockings. Or brief nighties. No, this special
occasion required some darling new outfits. So the wives took the
pansies shopping and, in each shop, kept saying things that announced
to anyone listening closely, especially the cute salesgirls, that the
eye-catching clothing that was running up credit card bills was actually
for the husbands.
Came the big night and the wives got busy early with dressing. After
all, there were four girls to be clothed. Well, two women and two
girls. While the wives had selected short snug dresses for themselves,
ones that would hug their curves and accentuate their inviting 'bootys'
(or is it 'booties'?), along with sexy stiletto heels, they had
something more creative in mind for their girly girls. By the time they
were done working on them, the sissies couldn't believe how they had
been transformed.
Tammy and Pantie had on sleeveless cropped tops that were like second
skins. They were red and pink and each had a single word emblazoned on
its front in swirling letters. One said WUSSY and the other said PUSSY.
It had cost a bit extra to have the words added but that was okay. It
was worth the money to compound the wimps' shame. Their bare bellies
were flat and soft and -- naturally -- devoid of hair. They had on
mini-micro-skirts that began below their navels and ended barely above
their chastity tubes. If they bent forward it would be visible that
they wore thong panties. If they sat it would be impossible to hide the
fact that they had on chastity devices (or, as the wives liked to call
them 'the perfect accessories'). Their slender legs were encased in
black stockings with glitter in their material. On their feet they wore
slutty shoes with tall stacked heels, atop which they tottered. Women's
shoes were new to them, so they had to take tiny mincing steps, and the
footwear made them roll their hips and wag their bottoms.
As if all that wasn't bad enough, they had been introduced to cosmetics.
Both of them were adorned with too much eye liner, mascara, blush, lip
liner, lipstick and lip gloss. If there was a brand of make-up called
TOO MUCH, they could be models for it. Each had a few pieces of
tasteless jewelry: tacky, plastic, oversized, overdone, guady, loud,
bright, bright, bright. As the time was growing near for the men to
arrive, the wives produced one more fashion misstatement for their
sissies to suffer. It was wigs. Obviously fake. Shiny. One blue and
the other red. Low hanging bangs in the front and bowl-cut at mid-ear
level the rest of the way around, so as not to hide their dangling
earrings.
The wives made their made-over spouses thank them for the new looks.
Then they had the sissies kiss each other for luck. It was still
humiliating for them, though they did it with verve. Something had
changed inside their heads and they sort of leaned on each other for
emotional support. Part of that involved holding hands, sitting close
together, and when they were told to do it, locking lips. It
embarrassed them and yet they couldn't keep from swapping spit and
tickling tonsils. This time, however, the kiss was rather chaste, in
the interest of preserving their lip art.
A loud knock sounded at the front door. The women went to answer and
left the sissies cowering in the living room. The husbands could hear
their wives greeting the men -- Rex and Ken -- and talking flirtatiously
with them. There were audible kisses and then they all appeared where
the sissies waited. Tammy and Pantie were in the center of the room,
arm in arm, hips cocked, lower lips outthrust, striking assured poses.
Not that they felt that way. It was simply how they had been told to
present themselves. The men hooted with laughter and made crude
remarks, especially about how the sissies resembled a couple of sluts.
"Well," said Alana, "if you want them less trashy, I can just say the
magic word." She paused for a single beat before pronouncing, "Pose."
This was the entertaining trick they had been taught. They stepped
apart and each assumed a new pose, varitations of ones they had
practiced under their wives critical eyes. Tammy gripped one earlobe
between thumb and forefinger, and sucked her opposite thumb. Pantie
grabbed her chest and squeezed, producing twin bumps of flesh like
miniature breasts. Her tongue peeked out between her reddened glossy
lips.
Rex and Ken thought it was hilariously funny. After they were done
laughing they made a show of kissing the wives, running their hands all
over them, grinding crotches with them, and making it clear who owned
these women for the night, and how helpless the cringing sissies were to
do anything about it. The skirt-wearing cuckolds could only stay as
they were, frozen into their demeaning postures. Grace repeated the
'pose' command and the pair had to switch to new body language.
Tammy bent forward, hands clutching herself between the legs, bottom
thrust out so that her skirt was up and her barely-there panties were
shown off. Pantie dropped into a squat, hands on head, knees well apart
(again with the skirt announcing its inadequacy as proper covering),
like a cheap dancer in a sleazy club.
Rex declared, "Here's a pose for you," as he got behind Alana and jammed
his crotch tightly against her broad bottom while reaching around to cup
her breasts in his big hands.
"Or how about this?" Ken offered as he picked up Grace and held her
against him, while she wrapped her legs around his waist and they began
to hump against each other.
The sissies were horrified. It had been bad enough seeing their wives
leave on dates, knowing what was going to happen while they were out,
waiting all evening long, the two of them together to magnify each
others' concerns, and then having them return with their hair mussed,
clothes disarranged, panties probably stuffed into their bags, and well
creamed between the thighs, ready to have the oozy messes cleaned up by
mouth, to the accompaniment of sissies softly gagging, sniffling, and
moaning, all the while with their trapped dicks straining against
unyielding cages and their unemptied balls aching.
So it was even worse that evening, with the happy couples retiring to
the master bedroom and guest bedroom, each sissy husband stationed
outside where his wife was, the doors left open so they could hear,
though they were warned not to peek. They had to experience the sounds
of lovemaking, the murmured words of passion, even the scents of bodies
taken to the limits of ecstasy. When at last the nearly-hour-long
encounters were over, the shaken sissies were summoned to perform their
usual pussy-tongue-baths, except that now there was the added
unthinkable belittlement of having the men who had left those messes
present to sneer and chortle and make jeering comments.
"You love slurping up my sperm, don't you, Tammy?"
"Y... yes, Sir." (lick and swallow) "Thank you, Sir."
"I bet you wish you were getting that cream right from my cock. Right,
Pantie?"
"I..." (choking sounds) "I do. Definately, Sir." (tongue-on-
slippery-pussy noises) "I'm so glad you're letting me..." (gack!
gollum!) "... have it at all."
"My pleasure, you pathetic sissy pervert. Maybe sometime soon you WILL
get to take it directly from the source. The wives can go out for a
night of shopping, to some big sale or whatever, and Rex and me can keep
an eye on you two. Maybe give you spankings to keep you in line. But
only because we care about you. And you can show how grateful you are
by treating us extra nice."
"Ohhhh," the sissy's wife said. "Wouldn't THAT be exciting? If we were
out, though, you guys would have to take pictures. We'd want a
permanent record of such a milestone in our husbands being turned into
total sissies."
"No problem, babe. But right now what I want is you in my arms. Hey,
sissy, slide down to the end of the bed and kiss your wife's feet while
I tell her how good of a lay she was, and how much I like her. That's
a good girl. And don't stop until I tell you. If we take a nap, just
make sure your face stays stuck to the bottom of her foot. After all, a
sissy has to know her place."
*********
(This exercise in digressions is the result of working on two stories
for on-line friends and then wanting to do something with no outside
input. Just inside output. Anyway, it's intended to be fun and sexy,
so I hope it works that way. If you enjoy submissive sissy, cuckold and
chastity fantasies (or if you're REALLY lucky, realities) this one
should ring your bell. Buzz your buzzer. And, the writer hopes, pop
your popgun.)
(And make sure to check Sissy Kaaren's latest, AGAINST HIS WILL.)
Becky
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