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SISSY ON SISSY by Throne Bob stood there feeling beyond foolish. His body had been denuded of hair and his skin, after weeks of using an imported emollient, was satiny. All he had on was a pair of bikini-cut panties and a training bra. He was wearing the latter because his wife, Tessa, had taken him to a specialist two weeks before and gotten him a lovely set of breasts. They were small implants and his nipples rode high on their feminine curvature. It didn't provide any modesty that the cups of the bra were see-through. He patted his blond hair, which had been allowed to grow in and then lightened further and styled in a pixieish fashion. The make-up she had told him to apply was unsubtle, giving him exotic eyes and an overly full mouth, as well as the appearance of impressive cheekbones. He shifted his feet nervously, having no trouble with the three inch heels on his feet; after weeks of wearing them part of every day they felt natural to him. But what was going to happen this evening? Who was coming to visit? His wife's manly lover, Kurt, was already present, acting like he lived there. And her friend Felicity was out of town, so at least Bob knew he wouldn't have another night with the cruel and demanding bitch who loved to push him around and then spank him until he wept. So who was it going to be? His wife Tessa appeared in the doorway of the bedroom where he was waiting. She had on an electric blue dress that hugged her full curves. It had a plunging neckline and elevated hemline. Her shapely legs were encased in charcol-colored stockings and her feet were shod in shining turquoise heels. The way her long auburn hair fell onto her shoulders made him ache to touch it, but of course that wasn't an option. Only Kurt could run his fingers through those long tresses. And only Kurt could possess her stunning body. Poor Bob was so horny after weeks of being teased and denied by his wife. He felt desperate enough to accept permission to finish even if it meant some terrible humiliation, like being made to masturbate in front of the cuckolding couple. What could be a worse way of being allowed to cum than that? Kurt stepped in behind Tessa, put his muscular arms around her waist, and openly nuzzled her neck, his eyes on Bob as he did it. The confident man asked, "Do you like seeing me do this to your wife, Babs? Hmmm? Does it get your nipples hard? The way that bra shows off your tits, I think I can see those nippies getting stiff." Bob couldn't look away from the tall broad-shouldered figure, from his stubbled jaw and thick head of dark hair. Kurt brought up one hand to cup the front of Tessa's full breast. She tilted her head back and opened her mouth. He brought his face down toward hers and locked lips, giving her a long passionate kiss while kneading that breast. She squirmed her round ass suggestively against his crotch. Bob cringed at the demonstration of their obvious hunger for each other. Kurt released Bob's bride and stepped up alongside her, saying, "But we can wait until later to enjoy each other, baby." She put her hand on the crotch of his slacks and said, "Waiting won't be easy." She slid her other hand over the front of his pullover shirt, across his six-pack abs. "Not with a real man like you." "I know," he said with his usual confidence. "Except that our guests should be here real soon." "And then the fun begins." The two of them left and Kurt called back for Bob to follow. He hurried along behind, the heels shaping his legs and making his walk more feminine. They went to the kitchen and Kurt made two rum and colas in short squat glasses. The lovers each took a sip. She checked the fridge to make sure there was beer, in case anybody wanted that instead of a mixed drink. A minute later there was a knock on the front door. Tessa snapped her fingers and told her spouse to go see who it was. With visible reluctance Bob went to the door, paused, and took a deep steadying breath. He opened the door and found himself looking at another young attractive couple, similar to his wife and her bed partner. They brushed past him and there, formerly hidden behind them, was a sissy like Bob, hugging a short faux-leopard-skin jacket around his slender form. He too came inside, then stood there nibbling on his lower lip. Bob observed that his hair was his own and styled into a shoulder-length shag cut. It was light brown with red highlights. The cosmetics on his oval face were, unlike Bob's, understated. He kept turning his eyes down toward the carpet. Introductions were exchanged by the two couples. The new arrivals were Denise and Walt. They mentioned in an offhand way that their sissy -- Denise's husband -- was Lucy. Denise snapped at him to 'lose that coat'. He slowly opened it and slid his arms out, revealing that all he had on underneath was a filmy pink babydoll nightie with matching panties. He was as hairless as Bob and, as the other sissy ran his eyes down Lucy's legs, he noticed that on his feet he had light red ballet slippers. The two sissies also noted one more thing about each other. They couldn't help making mutual crotch-checks. They saw that their panties didn't contain much in that area. They were both laughably tiny-dicked. "Well, Babs and Lucy," said Tessa, "don't you want to say hello to each other?" They practically whispered their shy greetings. Tessa went on, "And a sweet sissy kiss should go along with that." Bob had never touched another man intimately, never thought of kissing one, not even if they were both made over to be girly. But now his wife and her lover, who he knew from experience wouldn't hesitate to manhandle him, were waiting with thin patience. Denise and Walt were watching Lucy expectantly. Bob -- or maybe we should just call him Babs from here on - - brought his hands up hesitantly and put them on Lucy's bare shoulders. With the heels on Babs was the taller of the two, and tilted his face down. Lucy, looking as unhappy as Babs felt, angled his own face up and puckered his lips. Bab's drew Lucy closer and they pressed their mouths together. "Isn't that sweet?" said Denise. To the husbands she suggested, "Get right up against each other. Rub your clit-dicks together. And add some tongue to that kiss." Both husbands blushed furiously as they slid their tongues around on each other and ground their hips together. The watchers laughed at them. Babs noticed that Lucy hadn't been given breasts like he had. He also noticed that, against his every wish, his penis was growing hard. And so was Lucy's. It was too awful. But they hadn't been told to stop and both knew better than to do that on their own. When the foursome went to the kitchen to get the visitors drinks, the sissies relaxed sightly. They risked seperating their lips. But when the others returned the cucks immediatly resumed their mutual mouth-probing. "All right," snapped Walt. "You two wimps go sit in the corner together." He pointed. "Over there. Us adults are going to get better acquainted. You two can just... I don't know... hold hands and keep quiet." The husbands went where they had been directed and sat close together, their near hands clasped together and outer hands on top of them. That seemed to satisfy the others, who enjoyed their drinks -- rum and colas all around -- and chatted amiably. The guys were agreeing about something to do with sports, while the women were comparing notes on training their husbands. "I make mine watch a lot of TV shows about fashions," said Tessa. "There was a marathon of that one where the women shop for wedding gowns, and I had him sit through the entire thing." She chuckled. "Without bathroom privliges." "Yeah, I did the same thing to mine, but it was a bunch of episode of that other one, where the designers compete to make the best outfits. Mine had to memorize everyone's name and I quizzed her on it every time I was in the room. Whenever some guy on the show would act faggy, I'd have my girly-boy imitate him, too." Then they got into discussing sissy fashions, how to hide a guy's package (even if it was really small to begin with), and the pros and cons of getting them boobs or other cosmetic enhancements. They speculated on how much they could change their grooms' faces by getting their lips blown up, noses bobbed, and having artificial cheekbones put in. The husbands sat there clutching their hands together, listening fearfully. The idea of being further robbed of their masculinity and, at the same time, their identities, unsettled them. It was a bonding experience, which their brides may or may not have intended. Either way, the women detected that it was happening and silently figured it into their calculations of just how far they could push the sissies, and how much they could make them accept their companionship and perhaps, over time, even desire it. Naturally, the husbands would never accept it entirely. There would always be tension and deep mortification involved, but that would be a big part of the fun -- for the women. And for Kurt and Walt, who both got off on seeing the wimps controlled and upset. The conversations went on for a while, and then Tessa gave the sissies a sneering look. "We don't want you girls to feel neglected," she said. "So I planned a game for the two of you to play. Wasn't that thoughtful of me?" They nodded silently and held onto each other's hands more tightly. They tried not to appear as scared as they felt. "So here's the deal," Tessa went on, going to an easy chair in the corner and reaching behind it to get a pink shopping bag. "You two are going to do something together." She reached in and produced two odd items made of rubber, narrow at one end, then increasingly thicker, and even narrower at the other, ending with flat bases. "Do you little queers know what these are?" The husbands had been made to spend lots of time browsing on-line sex sites, very kinky ones that involved sissies. When they didn't respond fast enough she said, "These are butt plugs, and you're going to put them in your rear ends." The cuckolds shuddered at that news. Kurt and Walt guffawed, while Denise giggled. But that wasn't the end of it. "But what you're really going to like," Tessa said with sadistic pleasure, "is that you're going to insert them into each other's rumps. And they'll go in easier if you get them wet, so I suggest that you cover them with spit before you start plugging them in." More laughter. "And then there's this," she said, setting the devices on a coffee table and taking something else out of the bag. "Blindfolds. After all, we don't want to make this too easy for you. Oh, and did I mention that you're not allowed to talk while you're playing my little game? Heh, heh. But it won't be too difficult because we'll be giving you advice on how to fill each other's poop chutes." She waited to see if they would dare to make any objections but, of course, they were too intimidated to speak. "And if you mess it up, both of you will get punished. Right?" In barely audible voices they both said yes. Their eyes were wide with fear. She tossed the plugs to them and, in typical sissy fashion, they both failed to catch them. Naturally. Denise moved closer to them and gestured for the pair to get up, which they did unsteadily, hugging the unwanted sex toys against their narrow hair-free chests. Tessa handed Denise a blindfold and kept one for herself. They approached their spouses and covered their eyes, leaving them feeling even more helpless than usual. Then, just to make everything still more difficult, they spun them around several times, so that they were dizzy and disoriented. Then, as a final insult, they tugged their panties down to mid-thighs and told them to keep them there. Denise added a reminder that they were not to talk. When they stepped away the two husbands stood there for long seconds, undersized genitals on display, deep in their shared ignominy. Then they began to grope around, each with his plug in one hand, other hand extended to seek his partner. Soon they blundered into each other. Lucy's questing hand met Babs' thinly covered breast and they both gasped. Then they managed to put themselves close enough to attempt their unwanted task. They reached around blindly behind each other, feeling their way down backs until they were touching bare bottom flesh, softly unmuscular. As they directed the plugs toward their goals, Kurt snapped at them, "Yo, you stupid fags. Remember, you have to get those ass-stuffers wet." The stressed out sissies shifted positions at the same time, got tangled together, lost their balance and fell. They landed with Babs on top of Lucy, pressed together, their grips on the plugs lost, arms and legs trying to reposition their bodies. The onlookers found it hilariously funny. They laughed wildly. The fallen two tried even harder to get themselves apart, which made the scene more comical, which provoked further laughter, which made the sissies more desperate. As they struggled to their knees, their tiny dicks -- stiffened against their wills -- bobbed constantly. Babs touched Lucy's front like she was braille and he was trying to read her. He found her upper arms, held onto them, and indicated by the firmness of his hold that she should stop moving. Then he felt around on the floor until he located one of the plugs, picked it up, and pulled her arm toward him to place it in her hand. Then he searched sightlessly for the other one, which involved bumping up against Lucy repeatedly, much to both of their regrets, but at last he found the second plug. After just a slight hesitation he put the business end of it between his lips and made loud slobbering sounds so his partner would know what he was doing. Lucy understood and, despite the shame it caused, did the same. The watchers snickered and stage-whispered rude comments. They made suggestive kissing sounds. But the unseeing pair continued their efforts, again feeling their way toward each other's backsides and finding them. There were attempts to part their bottom cheeks and aim the plugs accurately, which set off more gales of laughter. But at last, after still more undesired contact with each other, dicks still involuntarily hard, they commenced with the awkward act of insertion. There were small sounds of discomfort, yelps, moans and groans. They were actually getting somewhere when Kurt suddenly yelled at the top of his voice, "Be careful!" After his victims both recoiled, undoing the progress they had made, he repeated in a normal voice, "Be careful... that you don't get each other too turned on." Waves of laughing washed over the disgraced husbands. They tried to get started again. Walt said to them, "Those things dried out. You have to get them wet again. Even though they've been partway you-know-where." Denise went, "Ewwww. Butt flavored butt plugs. Ewwww." Tessa echoed the sound of disgust and then the two women did it together. Still, their sissy cuckold spouses had to do what they had been told. With expressions of revulsion, they brought the plugs to their mouths, opened up, and fellated the ends, unable to avoid tasting each other's internal flavor. Then, with the cruel husbands urging them to move fast before the plugs dried again, they squirmed against each other and tried to relocate and more fully penetrate their rear entrances. With four sets of eyes on them, four voices making critical sounds, they managed to get as far as they had been before. The wider portions of the plugs didn't want to fit through those tight clenching openings, but the sissies pushed harder, even though they knew they were causing each other pain. At long last the plugs went in, at the same time. Babs and Lucy did a lot of OW! OH! EEEEE! and (heavy breathing) (sniffles) (sobs). Without thinking, Babs said, "I'm sorry I hurt you." And equally distracted, Lucy responded, "Me too. I didn't mean to..." That was when it hit them. They had been forbidden to speak. Oops. Punishment time. "Awwww," Tessa said with a poor imitation of sympathy. "Poor babies. You got each other all plugged up and then had to open your sissy mouths and spoil your perfect score. Silly stupid sissies." "Yeah," seconded Denise. "I was really hoping we wouldn't have to take the time to punish them. Not when we're all so eager to get into bed and screw our brains out." They loved to remind their spouses that they were cheating on them. The barely dressed twosome knelt on the floor, red-faced, fundaments bunged, and tried not to cry. After all that effort, unbearable humiliation, and then success, it had all been for nothing. They were going to be punished anyway. "So," Denise said to Tessa. "Do you have anymore playthings in that magical shopping bag?" "Wellll," said Bob's wife, rummaging around in the depths of the bag, "there MIGHT be something hiding in here." With a fake expression of surprise she pulled out two paddles, one wood and the other of thick rubber, narrow, the former decorated with painted hearts, the latter covered with raised bumps to leave better marks. She held them up for the husbands to get a good look at, so they could feel even worse about their foolish error at the end of the game. Without being told to, the sissies hugged each other, each one's chin on the other's shoulder. They were sissy-bonding and their wives didn't miss that it was happening. Yes, the brides really should try to see how far they could push their wimps into fairy-type interactions. Kurt took a sip on his drink and shook his head. He looked at Walt, who made an elaborate shrug and said, "Hey, all this gets the ladies hot for when we hit the sheets. And I've got to tell you, seeing their husbands acting like SUCH nancy-boys and being pushed SO far by their wives -- and by you and me when we feel like it -- just makes taking the gals to bed so much sweeter. I mean, there's something about stealing a woman away from her man..." "You're right," Kurt agreed. "Even if her man isn't a man. Even if he's just a swish." They laughed and clinked their glasses together, drained them, and went to the kitchen to make fresh drinks. The sissy husbands stayed where they were, relaxing their hug only slightly, watching Tessa hand the paddles to Denise, who put one in each hand, weighed them, took practice swings, and made a show of trying to decide which she wanted to wield. At last she settled on the rubber one. Tessa took the wooden beater back and swung it through the air with spirit. "Hey," the hostess said. "How about if I spank your weakling husband and you spank mine?" Denise let out a barking laugh. "That's genius. Let's do it. And before the guys get back, let's do something else." When Kurt and Walt returned, new drinks in hand, they were greeted by the sight of their wives stripped down to bras and panties. The poor sissies, who were after all straight, were feasting their eyes on their unclad brides, even though access to those desirable forms was denied to them. The guys went to their sexily plump dates and gave them enthusiastic hugs, running their hands over the available curves, at the same time sharing open-mouthed kisses. The unhappy cuckolds could only observe jealously and suffer the knowledge of their own emasculation. "All right," Tessa announced cheerily. "Fanny swatting time. I get Lucy and Denise takes Babs. Share and share alike, and all that happy horseshit." The visiting guys raised their glasses high, smiled, and each took a swallow. Tessa snapped her fingers at Lucy and signaled for her to rise, which she did with obvious unease. Denise did the same to Babs, who had to adjust her bra, even though she knew it would call attention to her recently acquired breasts. "Hey, look," said Walt. "Babs is trying to seduce us guys." "Maybe," said Kurt. "Or maybe she's trying to get the girls interested in some lezzie action with her." More laughter, which made the husbands cringe. They went where the wives indicated, to two ladder-backed wooden chairs. "Now bend down, girls, and get a hold on the edges of those seats. And then we'll do something to YOUR seats." The sissies, panties still at half mast, assumed the vulnerable postures, their bare bottoms shown off in all their pink and white glory. But they wouldn't be those colors much longer, the bent over pair knew, once the paddles began to be swung. The women allowed them to sweat it out for several minutes while they chatted with their dates, sipped their drinks, and made estimates of how much they could make the sissies react. Then it started. The sounds of wood and rubber hitting unprotected flesh filled the air, sounds distinctive and unique. What else is like hearing a bare bottom being swatted over and over? Those noises were soon joined by the yelps and sobs of the punished duo. Soon they were wailing, blubbering, and begging for mercy. The women didn't relent until those rumps were cherry red and their owners had broken down completely, their male pride damaged beyond repair. When they were told that their paddling was over, the two of them collapsed, heads on the seats of the chairs, bawling their eyes out, mascara running down their bright pink cheeks. "I think we were a little hard on them," Tessa decided out loud. "We should do something to make it up to our weakling sissy husbands." "You're right," Denise agreed. "We should let them do something they enjoy. And what do sissies like them enjoy most? I think it's getting busy with each other." "How about it, girls?" Tessa wanted to know. "Would you like to have a make-out session, just the two of you? With all of us watching, of course. Or would you rather have us give you another spanking, like to the backs of your thighs?" "Oooo," sounded Denise. "I hear that area's even more sensitive then your butt." "But the choice is yours, Babs and Lucy. Do you want to make out together or have us go after you again? What's it going to be?" The sobbing sissies looked at each other. They couldn't endure another assault like the one they'd just undergone. In wispy voices, their words broken up by shuddering gasps, they managed to answer. "I... I'll do the make-out... thing," Babs said. "If those are my choices, I'll do it too," Lucy seconded. "Well isn't that nice?" Tessa commented, sitting on the sofa next to Kurt. "They want to put on a show for their wives... and our dates. The guys we're going to bed with instead of them. The guys who get to have sex with us while our hopeless hubbies are more attracted to, let's say, their own kind." The audience of four laughed as the sissies stood back up, their backsides blazing, and faced each other. They reached out uncertainly and joined hands, then pulled themselves together, sighing with open mouths. This was progressing even better than the wives had hoped for. The cuckolds had already kissed each other, so that barrier had been breached, and they didn't stop to think before they did it again, embracing and locking their lips together. Despite their pain and shame, they got hard again. With their panties still partway down, their bare dicks were shoved against each other. The pair were sobbing again, but now it was as much from embarrassment as from how much their bottoms hurt. "Go on, you little queers," Kurt sneered. "Grab those itty bitty dicks." "Yeah," Walt told them. "Jerk those miniature cocks." The moritified husbands each took hold of their partner's penis and began to manipulate it. Tessa told them to do some nipple kissing. Denise wanted to see them pinching those damaged buttocks. Lucy suctioned hard on one of Babs' recently acquired breasts, through the thin material of her bra cup, at the same time pinching one of her already sore ass cheeks. Babs gasped and thrust herself against her partner, dipped her head, and reciprocated with some fierce sucking of her own, followed by using both hands to deliver a double pinch-and-twist. Lucy moaned, without stopping her mouth action, and ground her crotch against the other sissy's. After being feminized and sissified by their wives for as long as they had, and now receiving the shock of this meeting, the cuckolds plummeted to new depths of submissiveness. They were oblivious to their watchers as they fondled each other with increasing fervor. Tessa let it go on until she figured it had reached a peak and then stepped in close to whisper to her husband, "Get down on your knees, Babs. You know you want to suck that dick." When he didn't respond immediately she added, "And I wouldn't want Kurt to take over your spanking. Or maybe do something worse to you." Maybe that was all he needed to hear, to be able to rationalize what she wanted him to do. Perhaps he was just so horny and confused that nothing else mattered. Babs sank down and gripped Lucy's thighs, pulling her nearer. He opened his mouth to receive her little pecker, which was still sticking out (though not very far). He took it in and began to lavish attention on it, using his tongue the way he would have wanted someone to use theirs on him. He stopped briefly to lap Lucy's balls, resumed his stick-swallowing, and reached up to toy with the sissy's nipples. Lucy got hold of the back of his head, worked her hips so that she was raping his mouth (but not his throat -- again, it was a small penis) in slow motion. They clung together like that for nearly a minute before Lucy, denied ejaculations for quite a while, squirted the meager content of her undersized balls onto Babs' tongue. Now it was Denise's turn to step in and do some whispering. She told her husband, "You owe your new sissy lover something. You owe her a blowjob. Coax her to her feet, give her a nice deep kiss so you can taste your own spunk, and then slip on down and get your mouth busy on that cute 'fun size' half-a-bone of hers." Lucy was visibly upset at the prospect so Denise got behind her and blew in her ear, reached around and played with her nipples, and mentioned that Walt might get angry if she didn't cooperate. That did the trick. Even though she had just cum and was no longer in the mood for sexual activity, she also wasn't in the mood for Walt to slap her or twist her nipples or whatever else he might do. Lucy encouraged Babs to stand, pressed her mouth over his, kissed, and scooped up cream with her tongue like she was starving. Denise said, "Swallow it all down like a good girl and then get a fresh serving from her mini dick." Lucy did as she was told, her revulsion being replaced by desire to repay her sissy sister. It was somehow empowering to have at least that limited amount of control over what was happening, to be able to get and give pleasure despite her servile status. She eased down, letting her fingertips trail over Babs' smooth hairless skin. That straining shrimp- dick was staring her in the face. Part of her didn't want to accept it into her mouth but another part made her open her lips wide. Before she could think further, Babs shoved her hips forward and made a neat insertion. Lucy sucked hard, at the same time working her tongue up and down the underside. She moved her head back and forth, pausing at the end of each retreat to give the little knob special attention, swirling her tongue around its corona, teasing the slit at the tip. A typical sissy, Babs had no self control when it came to delaying an orgasm. She spurted her limited output against the roof of Lucy's mouth. Denise forbid her cuckold to swallow, telling him to save all that rich protein so they could once more share a sperm-filled kiss. Without further instructions, and feeling weak in the legs anyway, Babs let her knees buckle, so that she was face-to-face with Lucy. They gazed at each other for long seconds and then pressed their mouths together for an extended, slippery-tongued, messy, salty kiss. By the end of it they were leaning heavily against each other, physically worn out and emotionally in shock. What had they just done? Tessa hissed at them, "Looks like you two make a perfect sissy couple. I guess this is what you both wanted all along. Hmmmm?" She was delighted to have planted that idea in their minds. And then the wives went to bed with their dates, the sissy husbands each kneeling outside their wife's door so they could hear all the sounds of energetic sex. If they hadn't been sufficiently demeaned by then, they certainly were afterwards. There were many such get-togethers in the weeks that followed. The sissies always ended up sucking each other off. They were denied all other forms of release and became mutually dependent for their ejaculations. The women paid attention at those times, estimating when the girly pair would be past the point of turning back. After they determined that the sissies had turned a corner in their sexual orientation, the wives made their big move. On a chosen night Tessa bought Babs with her to Denise's place. The sissies had to put on one of their performances, kissing and caressing each other, pulling each other's dicks, doing some sucking, but without finishing. When they were at their limit the wives snapped at them to stop. Denise hurried to the kitchen and returned with two ice packs. Tessa dug into her voluminous shoulder bag and produced a small box that had arrived recently in the mail. The sissies were made to apply the cold packs to each other's crotches, making their penises shrink to their smallest possible dimensions. What Tessa took from the box was a pair of chastity devices. She explained that they were a recent model, designed especially for immature little dicks like their spouses possessed. As the sissies slipped them over each other's diminished organs and clicked shut the locks, the wives chortled. "This is how it's going to work now," Tessa began. "You two nymphos can still have your make-out sessions, but you won't be able to gobble those party franks that you call your penises. But you're welcome to do anything else you want." "Right," Denise continued. "You can kiss and hug and run your hands all over each other. You scrotums and nipples are still available. And if you want to try to get to the point where you can finish, you should try something new -- playing with each other's asses. Fingers are good for that but tongues are better. Or if you think that's too icky, you can just have lots of foreplay with pretty much no way to go all the way." The women laughed at the sad expressions on their sissies' faces. "But if you concentrate on plenty of ass play, I think you'll get what you want." The husbands were crushed. They had become secretly addicted to their sexual encounters. And now that had been ruined. Or had it? The idea that what they really wanted was each other had been growing in their minds. And the suggestion that they could still gain relief if they used oral/anal action took root immediately. So it was that every time they were brought together they would try as hard as they could to make it work. The women even left them alone most of the time (while secretly watching them on nanny cams) and let their urgent needs grow and take over. Soon the sissy husbands were hooked on the new technique, which always took them to the brink of satisfaction, but never quite took them over the edge. They had been put into a worse situation than ever before. And they couldn't extricate themselves from it. After it was definite that the cuckolds had been turned into helpless sissy sex addicts, with chastity guaranteeing that they would stay that way indefinitely, the wives had a private conversation. They toasted each other with glasses of wine and smiled devilishly. "This is the best," Tessa said with a grin. "My pussy gets wet just thinking of what we've done to our wimpy husbands." "Really. And then we have our boyfriends to give us what we need to take care of our cravings. It's a beautiful thing." "But right now," Tessa suggested, nodding to the laptop on the coffee table in front of them, "let's see what kind of show the girls put on for us this time." "Right. I mentioned to Lucy that what they actually need to get them over the top, to give them some relief from their oh-so-blue balls, is a little pain. I suggested that they try some spanking. Bare-handed for now, but we could notice their red bottoms and offer to 'help' by letting them use our paddles." "And wooden kitchen spoons." "And maybe a crop and a quirt from one of our on-line sources. This will add a whole new dimension to our fun." "Oh, look." Tessa pointed at the screen. "Their ass licking didn't work... like always. Let's see what Lucy says now." Her voice taut with frustration, Lucy the sissy said to Babs the sissy, "My wife mentioned something that might help us. I don't know if she thought I'd remember it, but here's what we can try..." As always, the wives' manipulations were working perfectly, and those silly sissies were now digging themselves even deeper into their new and permanent lives of degradation and need. ********* (Wuff! This is the story I promised after I previously missed an opportunity for action between sissies. If you like this theme please check out any of my earlier stories that have the term SISSY SISTERS in their titles. And feel free to leave reviews on earlier works. I check from time to time and am always happy to learn what readers think about my efforts.)