A Tale Of Two Sissies
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"Rita, darling. Please bring us the cookie tray," Janet called.
In the kitchen, her husband Rudy stood wringing his hands. He was
wearing a classic little-black-dress, with a single strand of faux
pearls, neutral stockings, and simple shoes with two inch heels. He had
on a short wig, center-parted and with bangs, that was auburn with the
slightest of blond highlights. Even his make-up was conservative, no
more than the average woman with an office job would wear to work.
But he was a man and not a crossdresser by nature. His wife had
gradually eased him into feminization, using her wiles, along with
reminders that he had tried to seduce her girlfriend Cindi. What Rudy
didn't know was that the whole incident had been a set-up, with his
wife's friend subtly leading him on, luring him to a cheap motel, and
then springing a trap. Now he lived in fear of a divorce that would
leave him penniless, as well as the reputation of being a cheating
husband who hadn't actually gotten to cheat.
As he entered the living room and saw his wife -- and Cindi -- sitting
on the couch he blushed furiously. This was part of his punishment,
having to been seen en femme by the woman with who (he thought) he had
almost been unfaithful. Janet had explained that, to keep Cindi from
pressing charges of sexual assault, he had to do this. His wife wasn't
even mad at her girlfriend, blaming Rudy for everything.
When he set down the tray Janet said, "Very good, Rita," again using his
feminine name. "Now I think you should show Cindi what I've done to
make sure you don't try to force yourself on any other women."
He wouldn't have thought that he could blush any more deeply, but
judging from how hot his face grew, he was doing exactly that. Rudy
put himself directly in front of Cindi and began to raise the front of
his dress. As it rose the women got a good look at his legs, which were
hairless, the way he was required to keep them, along with the rest of
his body. He pressed his thighs together nervously, hoping that his
wife would relent and not make him reveal the new humiliation she had
added earlier that day. But she didn't, instead just sitting there
smirking at his helpless obedience.
When he reluctantly got the front of the dress all the way up above his
crotch, two things were revealed. First, he didn't have on panties, the
way he usually did. And second, his cock was squeezed into a small
chastity tube of pink plastic, which was locked to a ring that circled
the top of his scrotum, making it impossible for him to remove the
unwanted 'man-trap'. He tried to remain silent but couldn't supppress a
whimper. And a sniffle. Nor could he keep from making a sad pouty
face.
The women laughed at the picture he presented. His wife summoned him to
come closer to her with just the slightest gesture. He moved close
enough for her to reach him and she put her hand on the chastity device,
gave it a gentle tug, and then added a half twist to the left and the
same to the right. He moaned pitifully, which provoked more laughter.
Cindi took one of the cookies he had brought and nibbled the edge of it.
She said to him, "Would you like a cookie, Rita? Oh, wait. I
shouldn't offer because obviously, stuck in that awful little cock-
crusher, you can't get your cookies."
His bride indicated that he should make himself available to Cindi.
Feeling more uncomfortable than ever, he did it anyway. The woman who
had tempted him so expertly now looked up at him with seductive eyes.
She licked her lips and even appeared like she felt sorry for him. Her
hand went to his upper leg and she stroked the inside of his thigh.
When his penis attempted to erect it was stopped by that damnable tube
and he groaned in frustration. Cindi boldly fondled his balls, and even
slid her hand further so she could give him a tickle between his butt
cheeks. He was impossibly horny, especially because in the weeks since
his wife caught him in that motel room, he had been denied sex.
Janet had teased him with her body every night, wearing exciting clothes
and insisting that she wanted to go to bed with him, but that she just
couldn't now that she knew he had tried to cheat on her. She also made
the point that, because she was the victim, she shouldn't have to suffer
too. When she declared that he had to satisfy her with his mouth, and
he reminded her that he hated even the thought of doing that, she
countered with a reminder that if she told Cindi he wasn't cooperating,
the police would soon be around to question him.
Being denied sex, having to serve his wife orally, and getting put into
the role of Rita every evening were taking their toll on him. He was
mixed up and his resistence was at a low ebb. His wife seemed to sense
that it was the perfect moment to strike.
Sounding casual, she told him, "Rita, you still owe Cindi for the
disgraceful way you treated her. She and I have discussed it and, after
I told her how quickly you've learned to please me with your tongue and
lips, she agreed that it would make her feel better -- much better -- if
you did the same for her. So, the two of you should visit the bedroom."
He was stunned. This couldn't be happening. He looked from Janet to
Cindi and back again. Both of them wore cool calm expressions. Rudy
shook his head wordlessly and yet, at the same time, he was lowering the
front of his dress and smoothing it down. His chin quivered as Cindi
rose and took him by the hand.
She explained, "This will help me to get over my residual fear of you,
Rita. It will be good therapy for me. And I'm sure it will help you to
get in touch with your less aggressive side." She gave his fingers a
squeeze. "Don't you agree?"
Trying not to choke on the lies he was telling, and remembering to keep
his voice high and soft, he told her, "I'm sure it will be good for both
of us. I'm sorry for what I did to you and how I mistakenly thought it
was what you wanted. I... I'll try to make it right."
"I know you will," she agreed, giving him a tug toward the bedroom and
then leading him down the hall. "You can show how sincere you are
tonight." They entered the dimly lit room. "And whenever I need more
reassurances." She sat on the edge of the bed. "Now get naked, Rita,
except for those stockings. And of course, that cute chastity tube."
*********
John checked himself in the mirror, still not believing what he saw.
His girlfriend Trina had discovered his sissy side after they'd had sex,
when he assumed she had fallen sound asleep. Lying there with one eye
half-opened, she had witnessed him picking up her discarded panties,
holding them in front of his crotch and, even though he had ejaculated
only five minutes before, growing hard instantly. The boy had a heavy
yearning for her silky underthings.
After that she got two of those mini security cameras, had her friend
Chuck set them up in the bedroom, and then taken John in there. She was
showing him some new lingerie she had gotten, a couple of short nighties
with matching panties, when her cell phone rang. It was Chuck, making a
prearranged call, but she acted like it was one of her girlfriends, who
was having an emotional meltdown and needed company right away. Trina
asked John if he would mind staying there for about two hours. She even
made sure to mention that she would definately call before she left to
come back.
He eyed the nightie sets lying on the bed with a possessive gaze,
looking like he wanted to grab them right then and bury his face in
their softness, just for starters. Bringing his attention back to her,
he insisted that it would be fine and that she should take as long as
she needed. As she left the apartment she unobtrusively pressed a
hidden button that would start the bedroom cameras running. She went
out, met Chuck, and they had a pleasant evening together, talking about
the trap they had set for John. Before they seperated they spent ten
enjoyable minutes in Chuck's car, kissing and getting their hands all
over each other. She even pulled up her top and let him feel her
breasts and suck on her nipples. After all, she was no longer planning
on having sex with John that evening.
When she returned, Trina told a sad story about her girlfriend's
situation, and made it clear that she was no longer in the mood to get
intimate. Incongruously, she did rub the crotch of John's jeans, giving
him a raging hard-on. After the two hours he had spent stripping down
and trying on the two nighties, along with anything else that caught his
eye, he was ready to spurt into his jockey shorts. But he managed to
contain himself and, imagining that he was still going to hit the sheets
with her soon, resisted the temptation to masturbate. In his mind he
kept replaying the fond memories of how he had dressed in her lingerie
and strutted, posed and rolled on the bed.
On their next date night she confronted him with the two video
recordings and told him how their relationship was going to change. He
would come whenever she wanted him there, and he would dress in whatever
feminine items she chose. Instead of John she would call him Jane. And
their sex life would now consist of her giving him as much teasing as he
could stand, with no ejaculations, and him providing her with all the
oral sex she could take, which she assured him would be a lot. Or, if
he preferred, she would post the videos on-line and anonymously guide
his buddies to them.
He surrendered immediatly. Of course, he wanted to indulge his TV
fantasies, but not like this. Even so, he found himself excited by her
demands. She had purchased a big bottle of depilatory and an expensive
emollient, along with some flowery perfume. Soon he was hairless from
the eyebrows down, his skin surprisingly soft, and smelling like a
bouquet. She had him put on a pale peach camisole and matching thong
panties. His mind was aswirl with shame and confusion, but also an
overriding sense of rightness. He was the girlish person he had always
longed to be, and being made that way by a naturally commanding woman,
which he had to admit he must have wanted -- unknown even to himself --
all along.
But now, as he rechecked himself in the full-length mirror, admiring the
belly shirt she had gotten him, sherbert pink with the word PIXIE
spelled out on it in glittery letters, and the cute panties with ruffles
on the front to hide his cock bulge, he told himself that he was happy
with the way things were going. She had taught him to apply make-up and
he liked the way his eye shadow and lipstick transformed his features.
She had even shown him how to brush his collar length, blond hair and
apply product to give it a pixieish look that went well with that shirt.
Plus she had gotten him a pair of girl's shoes, red ones with two inch
heels which a bit of practice had enabled him to walk in. He liked how
they shaped his legs and added a hint of wiggle to his steps.
Feeling as ready as he could be, John went to show himself -- his 'Jane'
self -- to her. She was pleased. And Trina looked terrific, in a short
knit dress that hugged her modest curves. She seemed distracted for a
moment, then asked him to turn around. Thinking nothing of it, he did
as she wished. That was when she snapped something around his wrists.
Bracelets? After all, she had been talking about getting him into some
accessories other than the items of hers he had been sharing. But when
he tried to move his arms he discovered that his hands were cuffed
together.
His voice was so high that it almost squeaked as he questioned, "What?
Why did you...?"
"Now, now, Janie. We're going to try something new tonight. Something
that I know you'll like. If you don't enjoy it right away, I'm sure you
will eventually. There are things about yourself that you still have to
discover. Trust me."
"But... what are we going to try?"
She stepped closer to him and toyed with his nipples through the thin
material of his top. She had found out that he was highly sensitive
there and even joked with him that it proved he was 'part girl'. Her
leg came up far enough that she could rub her warm thigh against his
crotch.
"Welllll," she said unhurriedly, "we're going to have company."
He froze. "I don't want anyone else to see me like this."
"You THINK you don't. But you do. And I know that Chuck is going to
love the way you look."
"NO. Not Chuck."
"Silly girl. You know I've been dating him. Who else would I have come
and visit? Now I know you're jealous. But you're more like my
girlfriend. So I still need a real man in my life. Which is why I've
been seeing him. And his amazing cock." She chuckled. When John still
didn't appear convinced she reminded him, "And there are still those
videos, Jane."
He tried one more tug on the cuffs and then subsided into docility. She
kissed him lightly on the cheek and gave his crotch a squeeze,
mentioning that their visitor would be there in about 20 minutes. To
distract John she took him to the bathroom and fussed with his make-up,
making it more dramatic. Then, all too soon for him, the doorbell rang.
Trina buzzed Chuck through the security door and soon he was at the
apartment, being welcomed in by her with open arms. John stood out of
sight, listening to them kiss and whisper.
"Come on, Chuck," Trina said cheerily. "I know how eager you are to
meet my friend Jane."
The entered the livingroom and John stood there feeling six kinds of
uncomfortable, his legs pressed together in a futile attempt at some
modicum of modesty. He was blushing furiously. Chuck looked him up and
down with appreciation, then turned to Trina again.
"She's lovely," he said with a smile. "And hot."
"I know. And she has a natural talent with her mouth. At least she
does when her face is between my thighs." She giggled. "But I'm sure
that gift of hers would carry over to whoever she was with."
John listened uncomprehendingly. Trina saw his baffled reaction.
"Oh, I suppose I should tell you Jane. There's one detail I left out.
In fact, it's sort of why you got cuffed. In case you got a case of the
virgin jitters. You see..." She took a breath. "... Chuck likes girls
but he also likes boys. Especially boys who have had someone tap into
their secret sissy desires and make them over so their outside looks
like how they see themselves inside. And you're perfect for him, I'm
betting."
"Absolutely," Chuck agreed with a wolfish grin.
"B... but, I'm not... I don't want to..."
"Like I said," Trina reminded him, "you may not know what you really
really want. Let's give it some time. No rush. How about if you just
let Chuck feel how smooth your skin is. And let him smell that new
tropical perfume I got you." In an aside to Chuck she explained, "I'm
still trying to find Jane her own signature scent." Returning her
attention to John she asked, "Would that be all right? A quick touch
and sniff?" She smiled encouragingly.
"Well..." With his hands cuffed, John didn't feel like he had much of a
choice. At the same time, he really did trust Trina. But he still
thought of himself as a straight crossdresser. Even so, as she brought
him along he had been noticing a new appreciation he was developing for
what he now thought of as 'cute guys'. And Chuck certainly qualified.
"Well," he repeated and, lifting his chin confidently, "I suppose it
would be all right." Had he detected a hint of flirtiness in his own
tone? "But not too much." He rolled his shoulders. "Even though, in
these handcuffs, I couldn't do anything to stop him."
It was turning into an interesting night for all of them. Quite
interesting.
*********
(Hmmm. Which one of these situations would YOU like to be in? The
first? Second? Or both?)
Stevie
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