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Married Into Petticoats
The story so far: It is Simon Barber's wedding day, but instead of
spending it with his bride, Monica, he finds himself under the orders of
his new Mother-In-Law, Veronica. She bosses him into submission, to the
amusement of Monica and her daughters, Shannon and Sophia in their late
teens. Veronica's friend, Doctor Catherine Del Mar, reduces his
resistance with medications, as well as stimulating his nipples and
genitals. By making him suggestible and vulnerable, the doctor helps
Veronica make him her sex slave and a sissy clown for her daughter and
grand-daughters.
Chapter 4: Simon entertains the family
"Now come along, Simon. I'm not going to put up with any silly ideas
about being ashamed or humiliated. I want you in these little girl
panties, and that's all there is to it."
Veronica glowered at her son-in-law as he sat naked, perched on the
satiny pink seat of his dressing stool. The line of her eyebrows warned
him that she was not likely to be patient if he caused her the least
inconvenience, and the doctor was ready to help her 'persuade' him into
accepting his baby wear. She held the ridiculous bloomers of pink silk in
front of his feet and his mouth drooped in submission as he slotted them
through the elasticated legs.
"Oh p-please, Mummy... please don't let Monica and the girls see me in
these panties." All he could see were rows and rows of ruffles and little
rosebuds, and whatever the doctor had given him, his penis was reacting
shamefully towards the big pair of baby bloomers that were now sliding
deliciously up his legs. Ohhhhhh, they were so lovely. If only he could
hide his penis, but his hands were ribboned behind him. He was fully
exposed, to the bloomers, and to Veronica and the doctor.
"Oh yes, Catherine," said his mother-in-law, "he likes these and he can't
hide it." Between them the two women lifted him enough to slide the panty
under his bottom and Veronica snapped the elastic at his waist, fluffing
out the lace and ruffles on all sides.
"Yes, he likes his panties," said the doctor, standing in front of him in
her big, white medical coat with the colourful bow of her dress bursting
from her throat, "but I suspect he is feeling aroused by having his
darling mummy fussing round him, isn't that right, sissy Simon?" She was
a in her late fifties, a few years younger than her friend, with her
black, shiny hair tied back in a bunch that hung onto her back.
His mother-in-law turned to look at his face when he answered. She was
still wearing her cream blouse with its large notched collar that parted
just below her bust, with sleeves that billowed around her and long
buttoning cuffs. Rows and rows of cream lace poured over her bosom, while
under her collar she wore strings of amber beads. Her son-in-law was
speechless and cringing with shame so she helped him with a question.
"What do you think of your mother-in-law now, Simon? Would you like me to
kiss you again?"
His penis pushed the baby bloomers up in front of the two women. "Oh
yessss, pleeeease."
"All in good time, my little baby," and her long lashes fluttered with
delight at his obvious passion. "Right now you need to love your baby
panties and petticoats."
Catherine Del Mar chuckled at his devotion, the result of her efforts at
conditioning. "Instead of kissing her little baby girl, Mummy will hold
your little poppet in her hand through your panties. That will be lovely,
won't it?"
His face was becoming the colour of a beetroot. "Y-Yes, doctor." He
gasped as Veronica sat beside him, her brown taffeta skirt and the
buttons of its hip pockets against his panties and bare thigh. She closed
her fingers round the shape of his penis. He knew it was not going to
enjoy an orgasm, with its two latex rings pinching it into a feminine
shape, but it sure felt like she was going to bring him all the way.
"My, isn't it lovely when Mummy puts her baby into his sissy lingerie,
Simon?"
"Y-Yes, doctor... l-lovely." His eyes lidded repeatedly and Veronica's
lips curled and rippled with smouldering pleasure as her hand worked on
him through the lace of his panties.
"I think you should fall in love with your darling Mummy-in-law while she
puts you into your baby things, don't you?"
"Oh yes, doctor."
"And she's going to put you into a lovely petticoat now, sweetie. You'll
feel so girlish while she's petticoating you, I'm sure."
He moaned as Veronica opened out the matching pink petticoat, dripping
with lace and rosebuds all round the hem. It slipped under his arms with
the doctor's help, and two ribbons passed over his shoulders to button at
each shoulder blade. Catherine held him forward and spoke into his ear.
"Mummy is fastening baby's buttons for him down his back... Isn't she
adorable?"
His moan of pleasure was louder and far less controlled than before, and
she laid him back again against the chair-back. Veronica prettied his
baby lingerie around his hips, her fingers alternating between lacy
ruffles on his panties and his petticoat. A note of weeping came into
Simon's voice.
"M-Mummy, p-please may I speak?"
He was so close to tears she looked into his eyes as she fluffed his baby
ruffles and gave him her permission.
"I should apologise to... to my wife. I shouldn't feel so... I shouldn't
feel like this towards you, Mummy, when I am married to Monica. I must
tell her how sorry I am. It's just... that I can't help the way I feel,
Mummy."
Catherine grinned and stood behind his chair, cupping his cheeks in the
sleeves of her medical coat and clasping his neck and chin in sympathetic
fingers. "Ahhh," she cooed, "is Baby Simon falling in love with Mummy
den?" Veronica leaned across his front so that he was hemmed closely by
the two women, and tears welled from his eyes.
"Y-Yes doctor... I love Mummy now... so much... I love you Mummy, but I
should apologise to Monica."
Veronica leaned very close and kissed him on the lips. "Yes you can
apologise to Monica, my precious," and she kissed him again. "But she
wants me to love you," ... kiss... "and she wants you to fall deeply in
love with your mummy. She will be so pleased." She locked her crimson
lips onto his and kissed and kissed him, spreading her mouth over his as
she held him by the bare shoulders and smothering him with her lipstick
caresses. When she withdrew her lips, she needed to wipe her face with
tissues, and her son-in-law's too, and retouch her lipstick until she had
a full, gleaming, deeply kissable mouth again.
"I'll finish making baby's legs sweet and soft," said Catherine, "and you
can enjoy kissing baby again and again. As I said, the more you kiss him,
darling, the more deeply he will be yours."
Veronica glowed with pleasure as she fluffed up the lace and collar of
her blouse again and seated herself more comfortably so that she could
descend on her son-in-law. "Is that what Baby Simon would like, as he
wears his baby panties and petticoat... for his Mummy to kiss him very,
very deeply?"
Simon Barber parted his legs instinctively as he felt the doctor
smoothing cream onto the insides of his thighs. "Ohhhh yes, Mummy...
please kiss me," and his lips quivered with desire as Veronica's face
filled his vision, the tip of her nose playing with his, until her lips
touched his and swelled into wide, slippery, deep kisses, followed by her
strong tongue, entering and exploring his mouth. She would have kissed
him for an hour, except that she was interrupted by her phone.
"Hmm-hmmm-mmmmm!" she hummed as she disengaged from his face, still
clasping him in one arm as she picked up her phone and put it to her ear.
"Mother," he heard as her lips were still only a couple of inches from
his, "what time are you bringing the baby down?"
Simon's passion for Veronica shattered into confusion. This was his bride
talking, whom he had married only today. And she was calling him a baby.
"Are you ready for him, you and the girls?" asked Veronica.
"It's nearly seven o'clock, mother. We can't wait to see how you and
Catherine have got him under your control."
A whimper escaped her husband and Veronica chuckled and stroked his cheek
with the backs of her fingers as she spoke again. "You'll love seeing how
sweet he is with me, darling. We've just enjoyed such lovely kissing
together, haven't we darling?"
"Oh is he there with you?"
"He's right here. I think he wants to speak to his wife," and she held
her phone to Simon's ear.
"Monica... I... I can't help it... I don't know why I'm being so...
so..." and he couldn't say any more.
"So weak, that's what he means," said Veronica, holding the phone to her
ear again. "Your husband is going to do anything I tell him to, and he
knows it."
"What are you going to dress him in, mother? Some of your panties and
things?"
"Wait and see... You lot may be ready but I need to get changed. So does
Catherine. And we've got to get my little pet ready too. It's going to
take us half an hour."
Her daughter tutted but had to accept the delay. "We have to get you into
some nice sissy things, don't we, babykins?" said Veronica, standing up
so that they could get him to his feet. "You want to look nice for your
wife and stepdaughters, don't you?"
A flurry of tears burst down Simon's cheeks at the dreadful shock that
was about to overwhelm him. "Oh please, Mummy... please don't put me in
your things to... to show me to the Monica. And the girls too... they'll
laugh at me like they did before."
"Now my darling, this is something you are doing for your loving Mummy.
You do want to please me, don't you?" He managed to gain some control
over his blubbering. "Well, my little pet... do you want to do what your
Mummy wants more than anything in the world?"
He bit his lip and tried to be brave. "Yes, Mummy." He dropped his chin
in shame, but she lifted it in her fingers.
"Look at me, sweetie." He obeyed, his lower lip trembling. "Say: 'I will
do it for you, my dearest, darling Mummy.' "
She lifted his chin a bit more to keep his gaze, and his voice was a
whisper. "I will do it for you, m-my d-dearest, darling Mummy."
"I knew you would," and she planted a short kiss on his lips but pulled
away as he was hoping for more.
***
Simon Barber, the new husband, was escorted downstairs between Veronica
and Catherine, in his mother-in-law's full, white corselet with a big,
well-padded bust, her fully fashioned stockings and a pair of her black
patent high heels. She had changed for their evening of amusement and was
wearing a bow blouse in crisp, silver and pink striped silk, its padded
shoulders supporting widely puffed sleeves that buttoned at her wrists.
Her skirt reached almost to her ankles and sizzled round her legs in
grained, dark grey taffeta. Her doctor friend had changed for the evening
too: instead of her medical coat and dress, she now wore a soft, white
blouse with a doubled row of glass buttons from a high, cuffed neck,
while her knee length pleated skirt was in royal blue satin. Before their
little party got to the bottom of the stairs his passage was intercepted
by his stepdaughters.
"Oh my god, look at his bust!" cried Sophia, looking up from the hall.
She was wearing a short, pleated shirt-waister dress in pink and red
plaid, with dark pantyhose and high-heeled strappy sandals. She was
joined by her sister with a glass of vodka and coke in her hand.
"His bust? I'm more interested in that hard-on." Her older sister was in
a ruffle front top with brief leather shorts and wide legged panties.
"He's so excited, the pansy. Mom, come and look."
As Simon's high heels click-clacked across the hall, he was met by his
wife in a very short, black skirt and a white, see-thru blouse with full
sleeves. She was ravishingly made up, even more so than for the wedding
that morning, with a flower in her hair. His heart ached at the sight of
her... but there was a sneer of contempt on her lips. "Stockings?" she
said. "And a bare backside. But I can see the signs of your work on him,
Catherine. His prick is so hard! Is it the corset?"
"Partly that, but most of it is because he wants to be close to your
mother. He's developed quite a passion for her."
Mother and daughters laughed and ushered them into the living room, so
that they could sit down and watch Veronica and the doctor arrange their
sissy on his mother-in-law's knee. His arms and legs were bare and glowed
in the lights, and his face was crimson in front of a circle of grinning
females. The doctor had his clothes in a dust-protecting carrier, which
she opened ready to dress him for the family. Sophia couldn't stop
giggling, but Shannon sat and smirked at her new stepfather.
"Now, my little darling," intoned Veronica, "Mummy wants her little girl
to wear his prettiest things in front of her family. Shall we put him
into his sweetest, daintiest baby clothes for them?"
He happened to catch Monica's eye. She was so close to laughing at him
that a surge of weeping burst into his throat. He tried holding it... but
couldn't, and both the girls burst out laughing. "Is he going to cry all
night for us?" cried Sophia. "I hope he is, then we can wrap a lovely
wide gag over his mouth to shut him up and he'll look all helpless for us
while we're teasing him."
"Would you like me to put him into a big white gag?" asked Catherine.
"You bet I would."
"Let's put the baby into his petticoat first, shall we?" The doctor swept
a wide, white petticoat out of her hold-all and his crying went up a few
notes. She stood alongside Veronica to drop it over his head and both
women fed his arms through the shoulder straps. It frilled out around him
and bounced and frothed in silky softness to the accompaniment of his
grisling tears.
"Open for Mummy," cried Veronica, and a pacifier slipped between his lips
and filled his mouth, with a pink butterfly saucer lying flat across his
cheeks. His crying dropped into a smothered hum, and this became quieter
still when the doctor spread a folded silk scarf over his mouth, making
him white and helpless from his nose down. The petticoat was hip length,
the bottom six inches a mass of ruffled lacework. "Your baby will need
another petti, Mummy," she said with an ironic grin. A second petticoat
appeared into the air, lighter and more airy than the first, in layers of
silk and chiffon. His hands were held up to meet it and it dropped over
him. As his gagged face appeared the chiffon layers clouded down around
him in a wider spread than before.
"Are you going to wear a baby dress for us, Dad-dee?" teased Sophia,
bouncing on her pink plaid dress and ending up sitting on her legs on her
armchair.
Her wretched new stepfather peered at her from above his white gag and
hung his head as he caught sight of a dreadful slither of rose pink
satin, appearing from Catherine's bag: a ruffled pair of baby bloomers.
Only the gusset between the legs was free from rows and rows of frilled
satin and lace. The girls laughed and giggled as Veronica held him on her
lap so that her friend could slip his high heels off his feet and slide
the cool, satin bloomers up his legs. They were slotted under his bare
bottom and his erected penis disappeared from sight.
He almost swooned and fell out of Veronica's grasp. She laughed as she
held on to him, and he lay back in her arms in his wide white petticoats
and pink baby bloomers. The doctor smiled as she held her bag again, all
eyes on what she would produce.
"Shall we put your baby girl into the other half of her little party
suit, Mummy?" she cried.
"Mummy wants her little girly in his dress, Doctor."
Catherine's hands came into view, drawing out a rose pink dress that
matched the bloomers for rows and rows of ruffles around the bottom
twelve inches. The dress had a white Peter Pan collar and short sleeves
in big puffs. Sophia wanted to help.
"Let's put you into your dress, Daddykins... Ohhh, it's so silky and
dreamy." She took one of her stepfather's hands and lifted it to meet its
puffy sleeve, giggling as she helped to arrange his dress over his pettis
until the hem of ruffles lay on the frilled white lace, leaving most of
his bloomers on view.
"Oh can I fasten Baby's dress, Grandma?" she squealed, doing a dance
behind him, "and do up his pretty satin sash at the back?"
"Of course you can, my dear. You put him into his baby dress so nicely,
and now you can do up his baby buttons."
Monica spluttered out her giggles in front of her husband as the
eighteen-year-old stood behind him and pulled together the back of his
dress yoke to do the three little buttons that went up to where the
collar divided at the back. It was a half sash six inches deep, from the
sides of the dress, which she pulled together, wrapped into a big bow,
arranging his loops and streamers with great care so that they were even
and as pretty as she could make them. She produced a long wail of muffled
despair from Simon's gagged mouth. When she had finished, she jumped with
excitement again. Catherine had produced his pink bootees, but Shannon
leapt up and descended to their stepfather's feet.
"My turn. Can I put them on for him, Doctor?"
Catherine handed them over, clasping Sophia's hand on the shoulder of the
stepfather's dress. "Would you like to put baby into his mittens, honey?"
This kept everyone happy, especially Veronica who leaned her son-in-law
back on one arm and released her blouse bow so that it spread across the
white bibbed front of his dress. She chuckled continually as her grand-
daughters rising to the torment of her sissy pet. "There are pink satin
buttons to fasten, girls, on his bootees and his mittens, and then you
pull the ribbons through and fasten him up in his bows."
When he was fastened up in all his baby wear, Catherine produced the
final, indispensible item: his bonnet, made to match his pink ruffled
dress and bloomers. The girls put him into it together, one bending over
his face from behind, the other crouching at her grandmother's legs to
draw his bonnet ribbons together and fasten them into a satin bow.
"Isn't he a sissy wimp?" cried Shannon from the front, tugging the sides
of his bonnet forward to make sure his gagged cheeks were fully
contained.
"A wimpy little girl!" cried Sophia, looking in at him from around his
bonnet and fussing his Peter Pan collar and sash bow, and the girls stood
back for a moment to see how ridiculous he looked, before gathering round
him again to fuss and tuck his baby dress all over.
"My arm is killing me, holding the baby here," declared Veronica.
"Monica, have you got his chair ready?"
"Sophia, bring your stepfather's chair into the middle, and we can put
him into it and have a bit of a laugh."
"Come and help, Shannon," she cried, and both daughters tripped across
the room and returned with an upright chair wound round and round with
pink satin, done into bows at the tops of the back and on either side at
the back of seat, together with leather straps and buckles. Veronica and
Catherine got the new family sissy to his feet, with Monica and the girls
positioning the chair and helping to put him onto it, his hands held from
all sides and wrapped in brown leather straps, so that they could be
buckled into position to hold his buttoned and ribboned mittens behind
him.
Wails and whimpers hummed from his gag, and his eyes wore a pained
expression of humiliation. "Ahhh, your sissy pet is so unhappy, Mother,"
chuckled Monica, lifting his bonnet so that they could all look down on
him and see the misery in his eyes.
Veronica was beside her daughter and looked down the bow of her blouse at
him. "He's pleading with you to deliver him from his new sissy life,
dear. Just take no notice." She adjusted the back of his chair and the
straight back reclined in steps until he was leaning back at the angle
she wanted. "Spread your legs for Mummy, darling... like this... that's
better... so that we can undo the underneath of your baby bloomers."
Her son-in-law's eyes lidded with pain and wretchedness as her
stepdaughters fell on his bloomer buttons and soon had them open and his
penis delivered into the open air of the sitting room. It was as stiff as
it had been all day... suffering humiliation... throbbing with the
pleasure of his babywear and seeing his mother-in-law standing over him.
"Now, girls," she said, drawing her stool alongside her satin covered
pet, "You can play with Daddy, but be gentle... and sweet... and loving
with my little baby."
***
Next time, in the final chapter of Married Into Petticoats, the girls
play with their new daddy and Veronica shows the family how she will use
her son-in-law to thrill her with pleasures.
The full story, Married into Petticoats, is in the Petticoat Wendyhouse,
along with many more PRIM stories, at www.primspetticoatwendyhouse.com
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