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Married Into Petticoats - Chapter 5 of 5
a story by Prim
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. Simon has been brought down from Veronica's apartment to
the living room, where he is presented as her adoring sissy admirer for
everyone to tease.
Chapter 5: Playing with the new family sissy
Simon suffered the deepest agony of shame he had suffered so far, on this
horrific wedding day. He was exposed in his shame for Monica, his new
bride to see, while her daughters, Sophia and Shannon, were thrilled to
see him brought so low by the work of their wonderful grandmother. Worst
of all was his weakness, his impotence, so that he couldn't resist
anything at all that they might do with him. Not only was he dressed like
a baby, he was a baby, begging to be allowed to kiss and cuddle with his
mother-in-law.
"This," said Veronica, fussing the bow of her pink and silver striped
blouse now that her lover in a baby dress was fastened into his pink
satin chair, "is the time for you to have fun with your husband, Monica.
Remember he's yours to play with whenever you like, even though you've
given him to me," and she chuckled at her maternal generosity.
"I'm not sure that I want to play with the fool," replied her daughter,
waiting for her giggling daughters to move up so that she could sit right
next to the bundle of satin ruffles which was her husband in his dress
and bonnet. "He's so ridiculous, aren't you Simon? And anyway, you wimp,
you were telling me over the phone from my mother's room, that you loved
her more than you loved me. I'm not so sure I want to be loved in second
place."
As she spoke, she worked his ruffled pink bloomers down from the waist
until she could hold his uncovered penis in her fingers and fondle it in
its ringed and secured condition. She giggled as Simon's eyes tried to
deny what she was saying from above the edge of his white silk gag.
"Oh but you can't deny it... I know it's true, thanks to Mummy's lustful
ways with you, helped by Doctor Catherine's treatment. Isn't that right,
Catherine?"
The doctor giggled too, sitting alongside Monica's mother.
"Unfortunately, everything I say to him about Veronica goes in and stays
in, especially anything sexy and arousing." She put her hand on the
baby's leg to draw his eyes to her. "Sissy Simon is so fond of his new
Mummy, isn't he? He wants her to kiss and cuddle him... and dress him in
pretty baby clothes... and most of all, Sissy... you want to have sex
with your mother-in-law, don't you?"
All eyes turned to the pink bonnet to see his reaction, since he couldn't
speak. The helpless male lidded his eyes in floods of emotion and slowly
nodded his big satin bonnet up and down.
"Huh," snorted his bride, pulling herself up and throwing back her blond
hair. "See what you're missing, you miserable little turncoat." She
turned her bust towards him in its white see-thru blouse, her bra-less
breasts thrusting at him into the chiffon. Her knees parted, so that the
pretty lace of her see-thru panties revealed the shape of her pussy
beneath her little black skirt, while her pantyhose lent a silver gleam
to her shapely legs down to her sky scraper heels. "But you would prefer
to play with Mummy... and be her baby girl." She gave his cock a squeeze.
"So that's the way it's going to be. You can live upstairs all day and
all night with your 'wonderful' mummy, and come down here in the evenings
when we feel like having a good laugh."
The bonnet drooped and wavered in front of her and Shannon looked inside
at her stepfather. "Mom, you've made him cry again, look," and she lifted
his face from under his satin bow so that they could see him sobbing,
with tears glistening in his eyes.
"Never mind, my baby," cried Veronica, grabbing him into her blouse again
from the side. "You've lost your wife but you've got a mother-in-law...
one who will dress you every day and night in lovely baby dresses. You
should be grateful."
"Yes," said Sophia, giggling. "And you've got stepdaughters who are going
to play sissy games with you. Starting right now. What shall we play,
Shannon?" Both girls crowded alongside him as he half lay back where
Veronica had put him in his reclining sissy chair, both of them looking
so like their mother, Shannon in particular, both of them blond and
attractive.
"There's only one thing I want to play with," said Shannon, her voice a
girlish growl and her hair swirling across the shoulders of her lilac
ruffled top, and she seized her stepfather's upright penis in both hands.
"I guess we're going to have to take it in turns then," pouted her
sister, "but while you're sucking, I'm going to be kissing," and she
knelt between the edge of the settee and her stepfather's chair so that
she could lean across his baby dress, her face looming into the front of
his bonnet.
Simon did his best to avoid these playful attentions, but he was strapped
into his chair and had women's hands holding him still. As his penis
slipped into Shannon's mouth, his bonnet came up instinctively, only to
find Sophia's bare arms surrounding his neck and her lips probing any
uncovered inch of his skin. "Mmm - mmm -mmmmmm!" she hummed, bringing
passion to her kisses and hugging him more and more tightly.
The result was felt inside her sister's mouth, where his penis thickened
as was to be expected at the sexplay of eighteen and a nineteen-year-old
girls. "Mmmmmmmmm!" echoed Shannon from around his penis, and the older
women on the two settees giggled with pleasure, urging on the girls by
smoothing the backs of their dress and top.
"That's a lovely game, girls," laughed their grandmother, "and I'd say
your stepfather loves playing it too in his pretty pink baby clothes."
"He definitely does," said Doctor Catherine. "He's nearly sliding out of
his baby chair, he's wriggling with such pleasure." The girgling warbles,
muffled by his pacifier and gag, told everyone that if it hadn't been for
the two rings on his penis, at its root and beneath its helmet, Simon
Barber would definitely have been squirting his cream down his
stepdaughter's throat. His wriggles made Monica, Veronica and Catherine
laugh all the more, which spurred their girls on to ply him with
smothering kisses and sucks of deeper passion. While the sissy love play
warmed up, Veronica's phone rang on the side table.
"Hello... Oh Harriet, I was expecting your call... yes we've got him
dressed and he's 'loving' it, so to speak, with a very stiff sissy cock.
He's giving us a good laugh." Sophia withdrew her face from her
stepfather's bonnet to listen, and Shannon sucked his cock in silence to
get the gist of what was said.
"Are you going to come over? ... With Mabel and Barbara?... Good, we'll
have quite a party... we'll see you in a few minutes." She put her phone
down. "Well, who's a lucky sissy husband, then? Three very nice and very
female friends of mine are coming over to laugh at you."
A whimper of distress forced its way through his gag and his eyes held
the most amusing look of sheer terror.
"Oh but honey, they'll be ever so nice to lickel babykins. I expect
they'll want to play with him and undress him, then dress him up in baby
frillies again."
"Oh...hee hee!" giggled Shannon, won't the sissy fool feel awfully
ashamed, in his baby dress and bonnet... with women fussing all over
him?"
"Yes, and it's my turn to spread my mouth all over his stiff little
whoopsie," cried her sister, and she threaded herself between Shannon and
the baby's pink bloomers where they stretched from one of his thighs to
the other. "Ohhh, Da-deee," she cried, wiping his erection with a kleenex
before she got started: "I've got your effeminate little lollipop and I'm
gonna suck it and suck it until I've sucked it off." She started
immediately, while her sister put her face in her stepfather's bonnet and
baby-talked him for a minute with lots of giggles before sliding her
tongue inside his mouth and probing all over it.
Veronica's friends made a noisy entrance. "We're here," announced
Harriet, crying hellos to everyone as she was ushered in. "Oh my, will
you look at him!" she laughed, and she held on to the back of a settee as
her smokers cough took over her ample chest. When she gathered herself,
she came round to join the action. "That looks like my kind of game
you're having, girls. Can anyone play?"
"We have to take it in turns," said Shannon, disengaging her face from
her stepfather's bonnet, and out of politeness she refrained from burying
her head inside it again so that she could talk to the visitors. Monica
told Sophia to desist as well, so she sat up on the floor between the
sissy's wide open legs.
"Veronica darling, have you started putting him through all the training
plans you had in that crazy head of yours? It looks like you have."
Harriet Burrows was a headmistress, not long retired, who wore her hair
in a big, blond style and was always immaculately turned out, as in the
mauve satin cocktail dress she was in tonight.
"He is Catherine's patient, dear. She has idiot where she wants him, well
on the way to eating out of his mother-in-law's hand."
"Have you given him something to keep him standing up like that,
Catherine? Monica, you don't mind if I just hold your husband's lovely
stiff cock, just for a minute?"
Monica was sitting with her girls on either side of her, their knees
hemming in the reclining sissy. "Don't ask me, Harriet. I've handed him
over. But as you're here, that means you're part of the sissy teasing
party, so you get to share all the fun."
"Oh I'd love to play with the sissy," cried Mabel, who was almost twice
the size of Harriet and looked it in a floaty cream chiffon dress. Her
brown hair was in a short bob, but her make-up was anything but
understated. "That kissy-sucky game you were playing when we arrived,
girls... you'll have to teach us the rules so's we can all have a turn."
"What about undressing the baby?" chimed in Barbara, sitting on the arm
of the settee in a white dress with a purple floral design. "I'd love to
take off his bonnet so that we can get a good look at his pretty sissy
face, Veronica."
"That's a good place to start," agreed their hostess. "I know you three
would love to get your hands on him, so you can start now, and we'll pick
another frilly costume for the sissy fool."
The girls helped by unfastening their stepfather from his chair, and the
visitors arranged themselves in a row along the settee. "What about your
lovely dresses?" said Monica. You don't want splashes of spunk all over
them. "Shannon, go and find some aprons from the kitchen."
"No, no, we'll be all right having him across the skirts of our dresses,"
said Harriet as Mabel and Barbara stooped to lift the unhappy baby from
his chair and hoist him round so that the three ladies could spread him
along their dresses. His bonnet bow dissolved and his hair came into
sight as they slipped the satin off his head.
"We want this nasty gag off your lovely baby face, don't we, honey?"
cooed Mabel, undoing it behind his neck. "Ahhh look, girls. Baby Simon is
sucking on his binky like a good little girlykins."
The three women faced him with their grinning lipstick as he sat up on
their laps, sucking noisily for some unobtainable comfort. They admired
his dress, fluffing it out round the edges and puffing the sleeves into
picture book prettiness. But it had to come off, so he was laid down flat
with his face in the chiffon of Mabel's skirt so that his back buttons
could be undone. His panties were taken off his feet, and there were
grunts of anguish as his stiff penis buried itself into Harriet's satin
dress. Then he was turned and rolled this way and that for his dress to
be slipped off, followed by his wide frilly petticoat. The girls joined
in any way they could.
"Da-deee, isn't that nice, having three lovely women undressing babykins?
You're such a lucky sissy," said Sophia, kneeling on the carpet so that
she could talk into his face. The women laughed and tickled their baby to
rub it in that they were undressing him while he was too weeak and
defeated do anything about it. Shannon knelt beside her, behind the arm
of the settee. "The sissy likes you to play with his useless little cock
while you're dressing and undressing him, Harriet," she said. "And he
can't spray all over your dresses cos he's got it in rings in case of
accident."
"No, not in case of accidents," corrected their mother. "Grandma doesn't
want him enjoying any sissy pleasures, that's why. Only when she wants to
empty him out." All three women wanted to hold it at once, and there was
a struggle as the sissy had to stretch his legs in an agony of excitement
as hands played with him while his petticoat was undone for him.
Veronica and Catherine came back in with their selection of sissy things
for him. "Girls, make yourselves useful and spread your stepfather's baby
things out along the back of that settee. Be careful of this dress, and
don't let these petticoats slide onto the floor."
Her son-in-law's flesh was coming into sight all over as his petticoat
was slipped off over his head, and he sat up, held round the middle by
Harriet and Mabel. Barbara undid the back of his pacifier ribbons and it
was drawn out of his still sucking mouth.
"Oh, ladies, please don't laugh at me like this. I feel so ashamed of
being turned into a baby. I can't help being excited. It's... because of
what happened with Doctor Catherine, and... Oh please have pity on me....
pleeease. "
He was met with a burst of laughter from every female in the room, and
Harriet held onto him as Mabel on one side and Barbara on the other
jerked his cock up and down and the others watched. He wriggled, trying
to lengthen his legs, then trying to get his arms out from between the
women. "Ah look, he's too weak," sighed Shannon in mock sympathy, and she
fell to her knees in her shirt-waister red and white dress and fondled
one of his bare legs. "Ahhh, are all dese nasty women too strong for our
helpless ickle baby stepfather?"
More laughter, and more penis handling, until Veronica sat on the settee
where his petticoats and baby clothes lay waiting. "Time to dress the
baby," she cried. "When he's looking nice and pretty for me, then you can
play with him again, and maybe get to play more of the sucky-sissy-kissy
game."
"Stop playing with him, Mabel," said Harriet. "I want to hold him steady
for getting baby dressed nicely... don't we, Simon darling?"
The crushed ex-male hung his head in despair. This was his wedding day...
he was hopelessly weakened, stiffened by these women as well as by being
dressed in frilly baby girls' things... and his wife was watching him,
giggling with the rest. His arms were lifted and put through his first
petticoat. It was gathered behind him, arranged evenly and fastened down
the back. He looked down at the white silk bodice and the ruffled skirt
that spread from a high waist, and tears welled unstoppably down his
cheeks as he sobbed in the arms of the women. His tears renewed the
giggles all round him.
His second petticoat dropped over the first, similar but with little
flowers embroidered on the front. The ruffles spread so widely, they made
him feel unutterably girlish and his penis stiffened into his petticoat
frills. His third petticoat had little puffed sleeves, which his arms
were put into by Mabel and Barbara. It was gathered around him and his
petticoat buttons were done up for him at the back. By now his shame was
so great that he was crying out loud, drawing coos and cries of sympathy
from all sides with mocking grins on every face he looked at.
The girls helped to put him into bootees of lemon satin, fastening across
the top of each foot with inch wide ribbon. Monica lent a hand in his
dressing too. She got to show him his lemon satin baby bloomers with deep
ruffles round the back and lace at the bottom of each leg. She fed his
bloomers up his legs for Mabel and Barbara to pull them into place as
Harriet lifted them. His erection slid into view through a frilled sissy
penis slot, drawing an outburst of more laughter from his circle of
tormentors.
Catherine put him into his pair of baby mittens, in lemon satin to go
with his bloomers and bootees, and then it came to his dress. Poor Simon
Barber wailed with misery as it was lifted from the settee by his mother-
in-law and held up for everyone's delight. In bright yellow satin, it had
a high yoke, with tiers of flounces spreading from it into a very wide
skirt which must have measured less than three feet from neck down to
hem. Each sleeve was a wide puff of satin with a ruffled cuff, and
between them was a pretty Peter Pan collar in lemon satin with a
scalloped edge all round. When she turned it, the wide sash ribbon hung
to the floor from the edges of the skirt, and the dress had three little
buttons above the yoke to beneath the pretty collar. What was so amusing
for the women was the look in his big staring eyes; the de-sexed fool
obviously longed to be dressed in it.
His arms were lifted to meet the sleeves, then the sizzle of silk and
satin sent frissons through his body as the dress dropped over his head
and slid onto his petticoats. Everyone wanted to straighten, arrange,
slither the lemon satin around him... except Sophia, who realised that
his bonnet would follow and she wanted to put him into that.
"My turn," she cried, as everyone surrounded the baby in his dress. She
stepped into the middle, separated the two sides of the soft bonnet in
doubled lemon satin, and drew it down onto his hair until it surrounded
his weeping face.
"Oh no... please no..." they just about heard as his weakened voice
pleaded for mercy.
"That's right, sissy... cry for Sophia, like a helpless little baby
girly," and she tucked his hair into the sides of his bonnet, then
gathered it as he shook with sobs and did it into a big bow under his
chin. She stayed in her front position, surrounded by women, to survey
their handiwork, spreading out his petticoat and dress ruffles and
tucking at the front edges of his satin bonnet.
"I think Da-dee is going to have a lovely evening in his new satin baby
things... with so many nice women around him to play sucky-sissy-kissy
across our knees."
THE END
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