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SISSY GIRL PARTY by Throne
Danny felt so ashamed, standing there before his wife Melba in a pink
and white party dress that would be appropriate for a nine year old
girl, not a grown man like himself. He cringed inwardly and
unconsciously took one of his short pigtails and wound it around his
finger. His feet were shod in pretty ballet-type slippers, pink ones
with little rhinestones on them.
"You look so sweet, Dee Dee," she said with a smirk that he knew all too
well. He had seen if often in the year and a half since she had started
turning him into her sissy. "Aren't you excited that three other
Mommies are bringing their boy-girls along so you can all have a fun
party together?"
He wanted to slink away and go hide in his bedroom. Of course, that
space was decorated to suit the type of girl he had been made to
resemble, with a rainbow of pastel shades, a four-poster bed of white
and gold, and lots of embarrassing extras like stuffed unicorns,
pictures of young male pop stars (most of who looked rather effeminate
themselves), and even a pair of dolls that sat on either side of his
ruffled pillow at the head of the bed. He had to sleep with those
dolls, and was made to share 'girl talk' with them when he was being
tucked in at night. That was especially humiliating when his wife's
boyfriend Burt was staying overnight and would join her while she put
Danny to bed.
But at the moment the girlish looking husband's big concern was this
party. Melba hadn't even mentioned it until a few hours ago, so he was
still shook up now, when the event was so close to beginning. Because
she treated him like a pre-teen, she didn't allow him much make-up.
This, however, was a special occasion, so she had permitted her spouse
to wear some blush on his cheeks, which she applied as if a little girl
had done it, in wide circles, and gloss on his mouth, choosing some that
was tinted pink and giving him several coats, so that his lips glistened
unnaturally.
"Now come on," she said, as if all this were a normal occurance. "Your
new girlfriends should be arriving any minute."
He shuddered and tried to think of some way to dissuade her from going
through with this mad plan. Danny had never been seen by anyone else
while in his Dee Dee role, except for Burt, who always got a good laugh
from his appearance and the way he was made to act. But three other
unlucky husbands, along with their controlling wives, would be too much
for him. He felt swoony just from thinking about it. Even so, there
was nothing he could do or -- he concluded when he came up with no
argument against it -- say.
Melba took him gently by the upper arm and led him to a short chair in
the living room. When she gestured toward it he went and sat down
demurely, staying in character, crossed his ankles, then patted down the
bottom of his dress, which he wished was longer. His wife gave him a
wordless nod and left him like that to contemplate what might be
happening soon. She returned a few minutes later with a glass of
flavored spring water. When she sat on the couch across from him he
couldn't stop himself from stealing a peek between her thighs, trying to
catch a glimpse of panties. They no longer had sex and he was always
horny. She loved to compare his past performances negatively to Burt's
highly competant actions in bed. And she never tired of reminding her
cuckold how much better lover's cock was than his. Longer, thicker,
harder. And how Burt didn't shoot off the moment the tip touched her
moist warm pussy, the way Danny's had when he was still allowed to put
it there.
The unhappy sissy was sinking into a morass of meditations on his
inferiority as a man when the doorbell rang and he sprang off that
unnaturally low seat (which Burt had shortened the legs of) and stood
there, knees almost knocking. Melba rose gracefully and started toward
the door, with Danny hurrying along behind her. Even in his distress he
remembered to take short mincing steps and hold his arms out ever-so-
slightly to the sides, wrists limp. When they reached the door Melba
pointed to the knob. He took it reluctantly and gave it a turn. Danny
took a deep steadying breath, which failed to do what it was intended
to, and pulled open the door.
On the front porch stood three young wives, all pretty and cheerful like
Melba, each holding the hand on a short, worried looking man-girl. The
luckless husbands were dressed, like Danny, as if they were silly
mindless girls ready for a party. Melba invited them all in and they
flowed past Danny, the guys appearing relieved to at least be getting
indoors, where they couldn't be seen by neighbors or passers-by. The
women exchanged greetings and introduced their sissy husbands. The
sissified spouses were called Abba, Beta, and Ceesy, which led neatly to
Dee Dee.
Abba's wife said to him, "Darling, don't you want to show everyone those
scrumptuous new panties I got you?"
He blushed brightly and raised the front of his skirt, executing a low
curtsey at the same time. The poor guy had been put into ruffled,
silky smooth panties of a deep pink. His wife made a circle in the air
with her forefinger and he obediently turned around, very slowly, so
that everyone could see that those shameful ruffles covered his backside
as well. At the end he gave a second curtsey and then looked to her
desperately, seeking permission to at least lower his skirt.
She understood and said firmly, "Abba, my little munchkin, you really
must learn not to be overly modest. Maybe you should show our new
friends the OTHER feature of those delightful panties. Hmmm?"
He pressed his lips together and shook his head, with fear in his eyes.
It looked as if he might start shedding tears at any second. His wife
told him that, for his own good, to help him get over his shyness, he
really should display what else those panties could do. The other wives
craned forward, ready to learn what had Abba so upset. The suffering
sissy took the front of the garment between each of his thumbs and first
fingers and pulled his hands away from each other, parting the halves so
that his hairless crotch and undersized genitals were slightly visible.
He had to fish out his small male parts and then release his hold on the
panties, so that the two portions closed together, holding his little
dick and balls outside, immodestly shown off.
Danny goggled at the wickledly clever design and silently hoped that his
wife would never ever make him wear a pair of those. The other husbands
stared open-mouthed. Abba's wife asked him what he had to say to her.
He looked at the attractive woman, who a real husband would be on equal
footing with, who a true man would be sharing a bed with, and squeaked,
"Thank you, Mommy. Thank you for these pretty, satiny, pink panties,
with their wonderful ruffles. I love them soooo much. And thank you
for helping me to get over my ridiculous modesty."
"You're welcome, dearest. And let's just leave you like that, shown off
so prettily, for the rest of the party."
Then it was Beta's wife's turn. She said to Melba, "I noticed how
intently your Dee Dee has been admiring my boots. Does she have a...
special interest... in women's footwear, like my Beta does?"
"She hasn't shown any of that," Melba said levelly, "but maybe you could
give her the opportunity."
"I'd be happy to. Maybe it would help if I had Beta give a small
demonstration of her own enthusiasm." She extended one foot, which was
clad in a high boot of polished black leather, with a stacked two-inch
heel and pointed toe. "Would you like that, Beta? Would you like to
give my boot some attention? With your hands? And your mouth? Would
you?"
The unsettled sissy was visibly fighting against his urges, but they
were overwhelming. He moved toward her as if in a trance and sank down
like a slave before his Mistress. His hands went to the boot and he
stoked it lovingly, up and down its calf, taking slow deep breaths that
were audible to everyone. His head lowered in slow motion and he
pressed his lips worshipfully to the tip of the boot's toe, a quiet moan
escaping his throat as he did. His tongue slid out unhurriedly and
began to lavish adulation on the sleek surface, up and down, over and
over.
"Fascinating," Danny's wife commented. To her husband she said, "Get
down there alongside Beta, Dee Dee. Let's see if you share her desire
to do more than just gawk at those fasionable boots."
Beta was holding onto the heel of the boot and pressing his cheek
against the ankle, whimpering with a confusion of yearning and disgrace.
He placed kisses on the gleaming material, unable to stop himself even
if his bride allowed it. Danny put himself in front of the other boot
and cupped both hands gingerly under its sole. The feel of it was
seducative. The whiff of leather that he inhaled intoxicated him. He
dipped his head and placed a tenative kiss on the portion that covered
her upper foot. An unfamilar buzz went off in his brain and he felt his
little penis twitch. Oh, no. He didn't want to be a boot lover like
Beta. If he got hard and his wife made him expose his stiff dick he
would never overcome the humiliation. As he continued to hesitantly
adore the erotic footwear his prick did indeed grow to its full but
unimpressive dimensions. Without being told to he took the sharp toe
between his lips and sucked it like a babe suckling from its mother's
nipple.
The women allowed this bizarre scene to continue while Melba asked if
anyone would like some bottled water. When they all accepted she went
to the kitchen and returned with a tray containing several bottles and
three glasses. The women each selected a flavor (lemon-lime was the
most popular), opened and poured, and enjoyed sipping. The entire time
the two kneeling sissies carried on their boot idolatry. The other two
husbands observed nervously, awaiting their turns to be publicly
demeaned.
At last the scenario was halted and all four husbands were instructed to
kneel in a row in the middle of the room. Their eyes darted left and
right as they tried to gauge each other's reactions to what was going
on.
"Well," said Melba easily, "what's a party without party games? Right,
sissies?" After the quartet of faux girls nodded, she went on, "And
I've come up with something that I'm sure you'll all be thrilled with.
Dee Dee, please go to the kitchen and look in the fridge for a bowl of
cherries, then bring it to me." She waited a few moments while her
husband hurried off, returned as quickly as he could with the requested
item, and gave it to her. "Now open your pretty mouth, sweetness, so I
can pop one of these in there. But don't you dare bite it."
She got the four sissies in the center of the room, kneeling close to
each other in a circle. Melba explained that the idea of the game was
for them to pass the cherry around, from mouth to mouth, and when she
called 'Time', whoever had it was eliminated. Sort of like Musical
Chairs. She advised them to make sure they got it all the way into
their neighbor's mouth, suggesting that they push it in with their
tongue, because if it fell on the floor they would be in trouble.
"I'll count down from three," Melba advised them, "and then you can
begin. Remember to get rid of that cherry right away. I know all of
you sissies want to lose your cherries." The women chuckled at her
joke. "And now... three... two... one... GO!"
Danny leaned toward the sissy on his right and craned his neck forward.
Abba shied away but then relented, fearful of getting into trouble.
They pressed their mouths together, blushing deeply at having to appear
to be kissing. Danny used his tongue to shove the cherry to its goal.
The sensation of such intimate contact made him feel woozy. Seconds
later Abba was passing the bit of fruit along to Beta, who then
transferred it to Ceecy, with the wives laughing at them the entire
time.
The action went around the circle five times, with the females offering
encouragement and advice. They often ordered their spouses to keep
their mouths pressed to whoever they were facing, letting their
humiliation deepen. Obviously, the rules were not to be taken very
seriously, since Melba could call 'Time' whenever she pleased. When she
finally did that, the cherry was in Beta's mouth, so that sissy was
eliminated, to go and crouch in the corner in an awkward 'duck walk'
squat. Next to be eliminated was Abba.
Danny and Ceecy were left to pass the cherry back and forth while the
wives drifted into conversation. The poor husbands had to keep fitting
their mouths together and using their tongues. Melba would occasionally
admonish them not to slack off, or one of the other wives would make
them halt and stay there with their mouths sealed together. Melba had
them hug each other, which added to their awful shame. She even made
the two of them rub their chests against each other. They were glad
they were dressed, even if it was in those unwanted party dresses.
At last Melba announced 'Time', leaving Ceecy with the cherry in her
mouth, which made her the loser. She had to pass it back to Danny one
last time, after which he was allowed to eat it... not that he wanted
to. And then it was time for Ceecy's punishment. Melba sent Danny
scurrying off again, this time to the bedroom, with instructions to
fetch a big pink shopping bag that was in her closet. He brought it
promptly, relieved that he wasn't the one who would be having whatever
was in it used on him.
Ceecy's wife told her to strip naked. The sissy hated having to show
off her hairless smooth body and how small her male parts were. From
the bag Melba took three dolls, cute ones with heads that were too big
for their bodies, and had Ceecy distribute them to the other husbands,
who had to begin playing with them. Then she took out the next item,
which Ceecy was upset to discover was a stiff posture collar. The naked
victim had to kneel so it could be fastened on and locked. Then she was
told to stand and Melba brought out a corset which she fastened around
Ceecy's waist and began to tighten. Not until it was crushingly snugged
up did she relent. Finally came a pair of shoes with three inch spike
heels, that Ceecy had to sit down and put on herself, no easy task while
restricted by the collar and corset. She eventually managed it and
struggled back to her feet.
"Walk around for us," her wife told her. "Put some swing into those
hips, you naughty girl."
The unhappy sissy had to go around several times, stopping in front of
each wife so they could feel how smooth she was, slap her bare ass, or
even tickle her genitals. Soon her tiny dick was stiff and bobbing with
each step she took. The other husbands tried to focus on interacting
with their dolls, relieved that they hadn't lost the game and eager to
keep their wives happy. They stroked the dolls, whispered to them, and
rocked them. Ceecy was required to sink into a difficult squat and
circumvent the room a few more times like that.
Danny was hoping that the party would be over soon when his wife dropped
a surprise on the sissies. "Now," she said cheerfully. "Who came in
second? That would be my yummy nummy Dee Dee. Right?"
Her shocked husband managed to nod and then offer a softly voiced, "Yes,
M... M... Mommy."
"So let's see what else is in this bag. Here's a tube of muscle
soothing cream and -- what's this? -- a big fat butt plug. I wonder
how those two things could be used together. Hmmm. Maybe if I put lots
of cream on the business end of the plug, have you lift up your dress
and pull down your panties, and insert this handy device where it's
meant to go, that might qualify as a punishment. What do you other
wives think?"
When they all agreed that it would be perfect, she commanded her
frightened spouse to get his girly clothes out of the way and present
his backside to her... 'for insertion'. Looking close to tears, he
bared his bottom, went to her, turned his back, and bent forward. She
generously creamed up the head of the device, placed it against his
tightness and paused, letting his dread mount. She casually mentioned
that the cream was the type that produced chemical heat.
"In other words," she explained, "when it touches the tender membrances
inside your butthole, it is going to burn like anything." She chuckled
wickedly. "And keep on burning for as long as the plug stays in. Which
will be for quite a while, you bad girl."
While he was trying to absorb that bad news she surprised him by giving
the plug a hard shove and forcing its widest part past his ring of
muscle. He yowled. His body tried to reject the invader but now his
opening was clenched around the narrower section, with the broader one
trapped inside him. Worst of all, the cream was now affecting his
sensitive inner tissues and causing him blazing pain. He bit his lower
lip, blinked his eyes several times, and then lost control and started
sobbing. His nose began to run. Tears welled up and ran down his
suffused cheeks. She made him walk around, holding up his dress in
back, so everyone could see the protruding final inches of the plug. He
moved with discomfort, which prompted laughter from the women. His
suffering and his shame competed for which was more awful.
Ceecy, still naked except for the corset, had a short chain attached to
the front of her collar. She was made to bend far forward so a clip on
the lower end of the chain could be attached to a ring at the waist of
her corset, holding her in that unbalanced posture, her ass jutting out
for all to see. One of the wives got a hairbrush out of her purse and
gave the irresistable target a half dozen hard swats, making the victim
totter around helplessly on those heels. Then Danny had to take Ceecy's
hand and lead her back and forth across the middle of the room, making a
spectacle of themselves.
Abba and Beta were plainly worried that they might experience similar
indignities and discomforts. The former still had her little dick
peeking out from the front of her pink ruffled panties. The latter had
another cherry put in her mouth. They had to resume the terrible game,
passing it back and forth for several more minutes, their tongues
repeatedly touching while the wives speculated about if the guys were
secretly enjoying what they were doing.
At last Melba declared them to be the winners of the loosely run game.
She said they would get a prize to share. A doll. They were baffled
because they had already been given dolls to play with. Beta was told
to go to the hall closet and get the doll. Still not understanding, she
went and opened the door. Then she understood. Staring at her with
wide eyes above a round-lipped, perpetually open mouth, was a rubber sex
doll. This was not good for the sissies who had 'won' the game.
Beta brought the artificial woman back to the center of the room. It
was anatomically correct between its legs. Melba said that as their
reward the two of them would get to have sex with a woman... their new
friend Dolly. She suggested that they get each other hard so they could
take advantage of their good luck. There was a hint of a threat in her
voice, and they didn't want to find out what would happen if they failed
to give each other erections. Feeling utterly disgraced, they
hesitantly reached for each other's penises. Beta, with the cherry
still in her mouth, reflexively pressed her lips to the other sissy's,
as they had been doing before. The cherry was passed but that was no
longer their main concern.
Abba pressed her exposed dick against the front of Beta's panties. They
rubbed their crotches together, absolutely mortified by what they were
doing, but at least the two of them were showing signs of impending
stiffies. Still, they needed something else to get them the rest of the
way into the mood. As if responding to a silent command, the pair did
the same thing at the same moment. They raised their hands and began to
finger each other's nipples through the material of their dresses. Two
gasps, followed by two moans, signalled that it was working. Their
undersized members rose to their full laughable lengths, with the wives
mocking how unmanly they were.
"Now," said Melba, sounding quite amused, "each of you pick one of
Dolly's holes and get busy. Move it, girls."
They fumbled the upright doll between them but that would only provide
one with access. Instead, the pair had to get down on the floor, Dolly
on her tummy, Abba kneeling between those rubber thighs and Beta,
yanking down her panties to half mast, at her head. The women snickered
and made rude remarks as the sissies, red in the face, did a double
penetration. The rubber-lined orifaces were designed to be tight on an
average guy, so even on those small tools they were adequately snug.
The husbands pumped steadily, not wanting to be seen performing that
way, but also overcome by the first sexual stimulation they had been
allowed in a long time that might actually lead to fulfillment.
The women cheered them on. The other sissies stood on the sidelines,
Danny clutching Ceecy's hand, Ceecy still locked into that increasingly
strained pose, Danny shifting from foot to foot as his tail-hole
continued to burn. They even felt pangs of jealousy that their sissy
sisters might really be permitted to cum. Distracted by the females'
taunts and ridicule, the two hip-thrusting figures tried to finish but
were having trouble. Their wives got down behind them and reached
around to lightly pinch their flat male nipples, then to gently roll and
stretch them. That was what they needed to put them over the finish
line. The sissies groaned and screwed up their eyes. They were almost
there. The wives eased up on the stimulation, so that when their
spouses exploded, it wasn't as pleasurable as it might have been.
Still, even a semi-ruined orgasm is better than none. They humped both
ends of Dolly until their small balls were well emptied, then slumped
over her, making soft sounds of guilt and remorse. Four women had just
witnessed them having a threesome with a rubber doll.
"Very good, you little nymphos," Melba complimented. "But what about
Dolly? You were kind of rough on her. She needs some romance. And a
chance to have a climax of her own. So how about if you do this..."
She let them wonder for a half minute what devilish suggestion she was
about to make. "How about if you switch places and give her the kissing
she needs, and eat her pussy so she can have the fun she deserves.
Isn't that fair?"
Abba went to Dolly's head and Beta to her middle. With her wife
directing her, Abba began to whisper sweet nothings to the inflated
female. Beta's spouse got into the action and told her sissy to begin
slowly, running her lips up and down the insides of Dolly's thighs.
Having just spurted, the two sissies were at the nadir of sexual desire.
The last thing they wanted was any kind of erotic interaction,
especially not if it was horrid and done with a blow-up babe. They
didn't want to taste each other's cum. There was, however, no
alternative.
First Abba gave Dolly a deep kiss, getting her tongue all the way into
the condom-like collection receptacle on the other side of her circular
lips. She tasted Beta's spunk and fought down her gag reflex.
Meanwhile, Beta ran out of thigh to kiss and locked her mouth over the
opening of Dolly's lifelike fake pussy, probing it and touching the warm
sperm it contained.
Melba warned them, "Do a thorough job, you little minxes. Otherwise,
there's going to be some heavy duty spanking going on."
Prompted by fear of physcial punishment, the husbands lapped up and
swallowed every drop of cream they could reach. They made retching
sounds and long drawn out whimpering noises, but didn't stop their
unsavory tasks. Not until both ends of Dolly had been well cleaned out
did they finally cease.
"Ohhhh," Melba said, "that was too funny. And hot. I can't wait to get
together with my lover and let off some of the steam that's been
building up inside me."
"Really," said another wife. "In fact, we should do this on a regular
basis."
"Right," said the third. "And maybe have a different theme each time."
"Like," offer the last, "we could make them wear... diapers."
That provoked some wild laughter among the women and shudders of fear
for all the guys.
"I like the way Ceecy looks in that collar and corset. But I keep
seeing her with her arms behind her, bound really close together. Maybe
we could have a bondage party."
"Or one where we make these nancy-boys do more than just pass a few
cherries from mouth-to-mouth. Imagine them as a human centipede, with
their faces in the butt of the one in front of them, going around the
room in a circle."
"So many good ideas. Let's have another party next week. And the theme
can be... slutty sissies. Sort of a competition to see who can make
their wimpy husband look the most whorish."
"And behave the dirtiest."
"We should invite our boyfriends to see that."
"And then watch what might develop."
A silence fell over the room. Exactly what could happen with the sissy
cuckold husbands looking and acting trampish, around a quartet of horny
guys who might not be adverse to crossing the line and taking advantage
of them? What indeed?
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