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Married Into Petticoats a story by Prim
The story so far:
Simon Barber has just married Monica, but found as they arrived back at
her mother's house, that he was to be placed under the orders of his new
Mother-In-Law, Veronica. With the help of her doctor friend, Catherine
Del Mar, Simon's resistance is overwhelmed by a combination of
chastisement, medication and intimate persuasion.
Chapter 3: Simon undergoes more advanced sexual conditioning.
His tired penis pointed the way as Simon Barber was walked by his mother-
in-law from the treatment room into her sitting room. He would never have
imagined such a deep change in his world: from loving husband of Monica
to these worrying desires he was feeling for her 65-year-old mother. The
very touch of her hand on his bare arm sent shivers of pleasure through
his body. Ohhh, her hand on his bare buttock. He found himself thrilling
at the knowledge that she intended to make him need her body and... the
embarrassing part... desire to be dressed in her panties and more of her
clothing.
His buttocks burned from the caning he had just received. It was a
sobering thought that kept him alert: that he walked a knife-edge of risk
between total obedience to Veronica's wishes and another instant session
of corporal punishment. His eyes were cast down at his bare feet as they
stepped across the raspberry carpet ahead of her white patent peep-toed
shoes. She stopped him at another of these pink padded, waist high blocks
that she had used for his punishment.
This one was like a chair only with the seat too low down, and like the
one he had mercifully left behind in the treatment room, it was festooned
with pink leather straps for fastening him in place. His heart wilted.
Was he to be punished again... for simply begging for mercy. Veronica
turned him round and made him stoop and sit on it.
She had changed from the way she was dressed while kissing him so
sensuously half an hour earlier. Now she was in a cream blouse that
seemed to have a peachy tinge to its silky material. It had a large
notched collar that parted just below her bust, so that her breasts were
temptingly visible in their cleavage, while its sleeves billowed around
her and buttoned along cuffs to her hands. On either side of the pearly
buttons down her bodice were triple rows of cream lace, while under her
collar she wore strings of amber beads that lay amongst her rows of lace
and hung from her bosom.
"Put your hands in your straps, boy. Your life will be a lot more
peaceful, remember, if you cooperate with me." She fastened his first
wrist to the side of the block below his bare buttock. "I wouldn't
entertain any ideas of trying to escape again. It'll only mean another
thrashing, and for second offences, it'll be blindingly fierce." She
walked across him to fasten his other hand, and his penis grew in spite
of himself at the rustle of her blouse and the tightness of her russet
brown skirt. It was smooth, slippery, with angled hip pockets decorated
with three chocolate buttons along the fold-over flap. He found himself
following her chocolate high heels too, and her dark brown stockings. Why
on earth was he adoring his wife's mother in her sixties? She crouched
beside him, giving him a tantalising close-up of her blonded hair, done
up onto her head with immaculate precision, and secured his ankle to the
block, then went round him again to fasten his other foot in place. Once
again, Simon Barber found himself immovable and at the mercy of Veronica.
She was joined by her doctor friend, who arrived with a tray of medical
stuff, which she put on the table to one side. His heart missed a few
beats as he saw a syringe, maybe two, before they passed out of sight.
"Doctor Del Mar is ready to deal with you now," said Veronica, drawing an
upright chair closer to where her son-in-law's knees pointed at her
blouse. "She has already weakened you, you know... with the drip feeds
she gave you earlier." She chuckled, bent down over her legs and held a
leather handle on the block. She pulled, and Simon found his feet flicked
out wide by the separation of the sections. His knees were almost as high
as his face, while his erected penis found itself widely exposed.
Veronica had a grin on her face as she crossed one leg over the other and
waved the toe of her shoe an inch from his erection. "Isn't that right,
Catherine? Tell my little son-in-law what you have done to him so far."
Simon swallowed at having anything 'done' to him. Doctor Del Mar came
into his vision in her white medical coat, fastened double breasted down
the front. Her coloured dress was visible round her legs and in her bow
at her throat.
"Well," she said, crouching at her friend's legs and setting a dish on
the floor. She had put on a pair of latex medical gloves. "You'll be
pleased to know, sweetheart, that I have enhanced your sexual activity."
She looked into his eyes as if expecting gratitude. "This means that I've
weakened your thresholds, darling... and I've doubled... no, I've
multiplied, your desire. So that you become easily excited and get a lot
more passionate about... well about your mother-in-law, to start with.
Ha-ha!"
Veronica's lips curled into a grin of pleasure. She looked down and
watched what her friend was doing on the floor.
"So we have to take some preventative steps like this." She had unwrapped
what looked like the latex rim of a condom, which she began to thread
over the knob of his penis. It was never going to fit.
"Just a spray to bring this fellow down," she said, producing a thumb
sized canister from her coat pocket. She sprayed Simon's penis and he let
out a stifled cry as a stab of cold bit into his member. It reduced very
quickly onto his testes. He moaned and groaned as he watched her fit her
gossamer ring over his helmet, and on down the shaft, until it lodged at
the base of his penis. "Then this one," she added, "to put a little
higher up... like this... tightly!"
Simon winced as the latex ring bit into the flesh of his shaft a little
below the sensitive glans, although as the doctor fingered his penis,
every part of it seemed to be so delicate and so sensitive. His mother-
in-law's shoe remade contact with his penis, sliding softly up and down
its length with the inside edge of her toe.
"Your little combination sheath will allow you an awful lot of pleasure
in the normal way, sweetie," said the doctor, "but regrettably it will
now be much, much harder for little you to enjoy one of those nasty
orgasms ordinary men have. I think you'll just get that feeling of always
climbing up towards it, but... oh dear, never quite getting there."
Victoria laughed. "So he won't make any mess?"
"That all depends on how much you tease him. How madly excited he is
becoming. He might be able to spill some do's... a little bit. Not at all
rewarding though." They both laughed before the doctor stepped over to
her tray and returned with a syringe. "Stay perfectly still," she said,
swabbing a spot on his upper arm. "This will make you feel a whole lot
better about it all." A second syringe was applied to his other arm and
its phial emptied into his bloodstream. "Now that my little medication is
all safely in there," she said, smiling into her patient's face, "I can
tell you that your whole body will feel a lot more sensitized than
before." She turned to Veronica. "Those little baby panties you're going
to put him into will bring out the deepest sissy passions: dressing him
will make him so sweet and helpless." They laughed again. "And the other
shot will make you feel ever so vulnerable and... well, I suppose you
will feel like a misery-guts, darling. Not very happy at all when people
laugh at you. And I think that's what they're going to be doing this
evening."
Simon's lip was losing control now, never mind this evening. "P-Please
mother-in-law, can I have permission to speak?" he whimpered as his cock
grew rapidly back to excitement.
"No you may not. You can shut up and listen. The doctor has something for
your sissy nipples too, haven't you doctor?"
Doctor Del Mar stooped over him in her silky white coat and applied a gel
to both of his nipples, working it in with her latex gloves. "I call
these my 'little cones of pleasure'," she said, applying a white plastic
cup to the nipple itself, with a disc an inch wide spreading round its
base against his chest. She fitted one to each of his nipples. Her coat
sizzled behind him as she was busy doing something out of sight, then she
reappeared with white flexes which she attached to each of the cones.
They looked frighteningly like electrical wires.
"Let's see what sensitizing can do to Simon's nipples, shall we,
Veronica?" she flicked a switch on the top of his seat block and a
humming sensation filled his nipples, pretty soon bringing a moan to his
lips and making him wriggle in his arm and leg straps.
"Mmmmm... Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" he hummed, aware that he mustn't let
himself speak for fear of another of those cruel whippings that his
buttocks had taken in the treatment room. His penis stiffened eagerly, so
that he could feel the bite of his gossamer rings, but it was in his
nipples that he seemed to be feeling the greatest pleasure. He wanted to
grab them in his fingers, and fondle them to relieve the pleasure they
were feeling.
"Help me put him into my nylons," said Veronica, and the two women
ignored his mad humming and undid his ankle straps, so that soon he was
wearing a pair of stockings and was having a garter belt fastened at his
waist, and his suspenders stretched to meet them. He was in his mother-
in-law's suspenders: he felt like clutching and squeezing his cock with
sexual pleasure. She sat down again in front of her captive and showed
him a handful of her silky panties, none of them brief.
"Now, my sensitive little sweetie, let's see how nice it is for my sissy
son-in-law to feel my panty silk on his reduced, captive penis?" She put
them on the floor beside her chair. "But first we need little son-in-law
to be just a little bit more helpless and vulnerable, don't we, hmm?"
The doctor was preparing for the next step, which was to use a hooked
pole to bring down a pair of wires from their housing in the ceiling.
They had figure-of-eight hooks at their ends, which she and Veronica
clipped onto rings at the outside of the anxious Simon's ankle straps.
Once disconnected from the block, his legs sprang into the air by
inertia, lifting his bare bottom off its seat.
"Whoops, not so fast!" cried Veronica, laughing as she grabbed him by a
hip, and between them the women lowered him to where Veronica could hold
him down while the doctor made adjustments in a wall panel. "We'll have
to get used to that," she giggled on the way back. "We don't want the
clown swinging upside down from the ceiling."
As it was, Veronica wrapped another of the pink leather straps across the
tops of the captive's thighs, behind his rampant penis. She stepped
across to one of the armchairs and returned with a small stack of her
panties which she set down on the floor. She sat again in front of him,
feeling the seams of his up-stretched nylons and smiled in his face. "Let
me see how much you love my panties now, mummy's boy," she said. She
picked up one pair and opened it out in front of him: it was dark pink,
with a V of deep lace at the legs, which she folded across each other
into a half panty. "I'm going to keep you in my panties, boy. You'll live
in them... except when you're in training for entertaining the family,
because that's when you'll be my little girl, won't you?"
She applied the silky panty to his upright penis, a clever smile on her
face, and Simon's moan of desire grew from stifled control to
uncontrolled wailing.
"Catherine," said Veronica, lifting the panty, "shut him up for me."
The doctor's arms slid round his shoulders from behind and a rubber ball
was pressed into his mouth and pulled back hard to be buckled behind his
neck. Simon had been trying all along to control his urge to say a
million things, but now his speech became a mere hum. His penis was panty
silked again, bringing a long "Hmmmmm!" from his throat. It coincided
with a ring on the phone on one of the chairside tables. The doctor
fetched the phone for her friend, so that she didn't have to leave the
pleasure of smoothing her panties over her captive little penis.
"Hello darling... Yes he's here. He can't talk... Oh I'm sure he'd love
to talk with you but he's engaged in loving my panties right now... Yes,
I suppose this does mean he's being unfaithful to you. You'd better have
that out with him when you see him later... I thought he was coming down
to see you all after dinner... Well can't the girls wait?"
Simon Barber's face was a painting of horror mixed with distraught
pleasure and a hundred other emotions as he put two and two together.
Veronica chuckled to see what an agony it would be for his wife to see
him under nipple stimulation and with his legs like this.
"All right, Monica, you can come up now, and bring the girls too. He's
going to have to face you in his new condition tonight, so why shouldn't
he give you a preview?" She returned the handset to its cradle and
exchanged her pink panties for a different pink pair, this time full cut,
in coral pink silk crepe with little bows at intervals round the legs.
"Mmmmmmmph!" The material was so soft, and... they were Veronica's own
panties, making them ten times more attractive to him. His up-stretched
legs wavered on their wires and his ball-gagged face swung from side to
side in abject pleasure as Veronica smoothed the panties up and down his
penis to start with, then held his penis in her fingers through the panty
silk to pull silkily on its helmet, pursing her lips as she established
her total control, with her other hand stroking one of his nylon-clad
legs.
The bell rang at her apartment door, and Simon Barber almost leapt out of
his straps.
"Be an angel, Doctor," smiled Veronica, and a moment later the peace of
her sitting room was shattered.
"Oh look, it's Daddy... showing us his nylons. Hi, Dad-dee!? Sophia was
beside her grandmother in an instant, beaming with astonishment, in a
white top reading ?Grab me while U can? with see-thru sleeves, and a red
and black mini-skirt decorated with buttons down each hip. Her legs were
shapely in pantyhose and she had strappy sandals on her feet. Her pageboy
hair bounced cheekily round her face and as ever, she wore pale pink lip
gloss.
Shannon arrived on the other side of her new stepfather, smiling with
calm triumph and spreading the fingers of both hands round one of his
upturned knees. Her blond hair fell round her shoulders, making her look
quite a bit older than her 18 years. She dressed older too, with jade
green woollen tights disappearing up a white mohair sweater which hung
off one of her shoulders. ?You look a right sissy, you wimp, with your
penis being jerked off by Grandma in her panties. It looks like you?re
not going to have a lot to say, and I was so looking forward to asking
you loads of questions, like what does it feel like to be totally duped
by a whole family of women. Ha ? ha ? haaaa!?
?Can we take his gag out and hear him crying?? said Sophia, grabbing one
arm of her grandma. ?We want to tease him without pity. Isn?t that what
we?ve got him for??
Veronica, changed her panties again for a pair of white Vanity Fayres in
slippery rayon. ?All in good time,? she said. ?Wait until I bring the
fool downstairs tonight. Here, you can play with his cock using my
panties... but go easy.?
Sophia was like a dog with two tails as she took the panties and made
them into a mitten which she threaded over her hand. ?Does Daddee feel
sissy in grandma?s lovely silk panties?? she cried in a sing-song voice.
?Ohhh, his cock feels so hard. That?s unbe-liev-able!? She took her hand
and panties away as if she?d had an electric shock. ?And isn?t it a cute
little shape, thin here and here and bulging in between??
?It almost looks feminine,? said her older sister, looking closely at it
and trying it in her fingers. ?Gran, can I have some panties as well? We
can both play with him, can?t we??
?No you can?t,? snapped her sister. ?It?s my turn, Gran. She can wait til
we get him downstairs.?
Veronica nodded with a chuckle. ?We?d better have just one of you taking
advantage of him at a time, honey. Your turn first when I bring him down
tonight.?
?And what about my turn? Surely I get to have fun with him more than you
two??
The captive sissy jumped with a rattle of overhead wires as Monica
appeared from the hall. What a humiliating disaster for her bridegroom:
his mouth was gagged, his nipples were wired up for sensitizing, his legs
were pointing at the ceiling in Veronica?s nylons and suspender belt, and
her younger daughter was frotting his stiffened cock in a pair of her
mother?s panties. He could barely stand to look at her. He heard her
giggle with amusement.
?Well done, mother. I have to admit, you know how to make a fool of him,
you and Catherine. Tell me what you?re doing to his tits.? She stood
beside him looking down on him with blistering scorn, wearing a white
shirt that emphasized her breasts and a tight pair of denims. He used to
love seeing her like that, but now he wished he could plead with her to
negotiate his release.
?We?re making them a zillion times more sensitive than a normal male?s
tits. So he?ll have ultra sensitive tits and an ultra thrilling prick,?
said her mother.
?Have you told him why I married him??
?You can tell him yourself, although it?ll most likely make him vomit.?
Simon Barber was whining and moaning into his ball gag with pleasured
nipples and his penis in the silky clutches of his stepdaughter. He
looked up expectantly to his bride, hoping for some miraculous reversal
of everything that had happened in the past three or four hours. This was
after all still their wedding day.
Monica held his other knee, opposite Shannon, and looked down to meet her
husband?s eyes. ?Didn?t I tell you that I married you for my mother and
the girls?? she said. ?They?re the ones who want to enjoy your body, you
might say. To be more honest, they all want to make you suffer agonies of
shame. They had all told me that that would give them such pleasure, you
see, and they were so persuasive that I agreed to... how shall I put
it?... ?bring you home?. It?s going to be so interesting seeing you
brought down to a wimpy, sissy weakness, by making you suffer excesses of
sexual deviation and perversion. That?s what they all wanted, you see. I
couldn?t care less about you. I?ll have my own boyfriends.?
?Look, he?s crying,? said Shannon. ?You?ve made him cry, mom.?
?Can?t we take that ball out of his mouth?? said her sister. ?He might
start pleading and begging and that would be fun.?
?We?ll do without that, thankyou,? said Veronica, giggling. The doctor
stood beside her chair and she giggled too.
?Well at least we can change that stupid ball. I hate ball gags. Haven?t
you got a good wide silk gag to cover his mouth with? So much better.?
?Hmm. I?ll see what I can do for this evening, pet. Right now I want to
start his sissy little girl training. You can stay for a few minutes,
then it?s off with all of you so that the doctor and I can really go to
work on him. And if you two can?t sit quietly and avoid any arguing, you
can leave now.?
?No, we?ll stay and watch.?
Both girls sat on the settee and Monica wanted to watch as well as
Veronica prepared some items to put him in, and the doctor went to get
ready what she was going to need. A minute later, everything was ready
for his treatment, and the doctor disconnected the sensitizers from his
mipples.
?It?s very simple, boy,? said Veronica, letting his leg wires descend
halfway, so that his legs hung out to the sides, his stockinged feet on
level with his face. ?You?re going to be a sissy little baby girl for the
family to play with, starting tonight. So we need to make sure that
you?re really babyish by then and ready to amuse everyone.?
?Ready to really amuse everyone,? cried Sophia from the side.
?Quite so. So we need to feed baby some drinkies which will do all that.
He?s already taken in a lot of weakeners, hasn?t he... but we need to add
lots more of those worrying little vulnerability agents, so that baby
cries a lot more... and feels very upset.?
?Yesssss!? hissed Sophia.
?Let?s put Baby Simon into his feeding bib, shall we?? and she stood
behind him to spread a large plastic covered bib under his chin and
fastened the ribbons behind his neck. Mother and daughters burst out
laughing at what it said.
I AM A SILLY SISSY BABY, with a pink frilled edging all round.
Next she opened a pink bonnet behind him and as Catherine undid the
buckle of his gag, she encased his hair and cheeks in it. Everyone roared
with laughter at the size of the bonnet and the look of astonishment on
his face inside. The circle of its brim was edged with pink ruffles, with
rows of ruffles round the case of the bonnet, and Veronica laughed
herself as she fastened the ribbons in a bow to one side of his face.
Then she extracted the ball from his mouth in strings of saliva.
?Monic...!?
Immediately the doctor took over and thrust the teat of a large baby
feeding bottle into his mouth. There was a mini struggle, with legs
swinging on wires and an attempt to pull his face away, but she held him
easily so that everyone could see his face in his bonnet as well as how
he had to drink and drink and drink.
?It?s mainly a potion for excessive sperm production,? she said when he
was drinking steadily. ?This is the first of three, which he will have
each day for the first week. And weak will be the main effect,? she
laughed. ?He will become progressively weaker in every respect,
physically and psychologically.?
?Weak in his bladder?? asked Monica.
?That too, yes,? and Monica and the girls laughed. ?Meanwhile his passion
for sexual fulfilment, or orgasms, will become insatiable... and he?ll
find his pleasure only where he is told to... which means from Veronica,
so far.?
?Won?t we be able to bring him pleasure?? asked Shannon.
?Oh yes. I?m sure you?ll want to tease his nicely fattened cock, and that
will work just fine, although you may not be able to bring him to a
climax.?
?Huh,? said Sophia, ?we?ll see about that.?
?You?ll be able to see about it tonight,? said Veronica, ?in about...?
and she looked at the clock: ?an hour and a half. Now off with the lot of
you: we?ve got quite a bit of feeding and preparations to be carrying on
with and you are cramping our style.?
Monica overruled the girls? objections and shepherded them towards the
door.
?Bye, Daddee, see you in an hour and a half.?
?Yes, we?ll see if we can get you through a few orgasms, stepfather.?
Monica was last to stop in the doorway. ?Mother, make him really, really
ridiculous. I want a good hearty laugh and a good orgasm of my own.?
As she closed the door, the bottle teat was withdrawn from Simon Barber?s
mouth and he cried out: ?Monica... Monica... help me. Oh please help me!?
But his bonnet was turned round again and Doctor Catherine had his second
bottle well and truly in his mouth as his mother-in-law caught his penis
in another of her pairs of panties, this time in ivory satin with pink
lace inserts and a rosebud in the front of the waist elastic.
The ceiling wires rattled and swung as her son-in-law gulped and gulped
down his very weakening and very stimulating drink.
***
In the next issue, Simon will be brought down to amuse the family.
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