Shamed Sissy Sisters
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SLIPPERY SISSY SISTERS by Throne
The two wives, Merle and Hanna, liked to get together at the home of one
or the other of them. Naturally they brought their sissy husbands along.
After several years of being feminized and having their minds played
with, the pair of guys were girly and easily controlled. It was funny to
the women, especially because their spouses still thought of themselves
as straight men, an identification they had lost the right to claim some
time ago. That is, their true orientation was hetero, but the gals had
gotten them to flounce about with each other so often that now it
appeared as if they were gay, which shamed them endlessly.
Of course, in their present state the sissies couldn't satisfy their
brides. What woman would want to go to bed with a short, soft guy who
spoke in a whispery voice, had feminine body language, and wore panties
and stockings all the time, along with more girly items and make-up
whenever he was home. Besides, both husbands had laughably small dicks,
which was one of the reasons their wives had subjected them to 'pussy
therapy', as they liked to call everything they had done to them. And
because the guys no longer qualified as sex partners for any normal woman
(though they made great bed slaves), the gals felt justified in taking
lovers, which they had done with great enthusiasm. Now they each had a
tall athletic stud to keep them happy and, as a bonus, to join them in
keeping their husbands sissified.
Let's look in on one of those evenings when the happy couples got
together to be entertained by putting the cuckolds through their paces.
The wives and their real men could be quite inventive in finding new ways
to disgrace the sissy sisters, as they sometimes referred to their
spouses. This particular night the get-together was at Merle's home.
Her husband Rosie (nee Ronnie) had on a modified cheerleader outfit.
Tiny vest with no blouse under it and barely-there skirt, sans panties.
On his feet were pink running shoes. He had pompoms tied to his wrists.
Hanna's spouse Ginny (nee Jimmy) was also creatively dressed. He wore a
vest too, red on one side and black on the other, along with a micro-
miniskirt in white with playing card symbols on the fabric. His feet
were encased in white plastic booties and he carried a tiny yellow
plastic hammer. He was meant to resemble a certain comic book and movie
character, but renamed Horny Quinn. They had to keep their bodies
hairless. Both of them had short hair on their heads, so it was obvious
that they were guys dressed girlishly. The wives wore close-fitting T-
shirts with the names and emblems of sports teams on them, as well as
yoga pants and casual slip-on shoes. Their long blond hair was pulled
back into matching ponytails.
The wives were enjoying glasses of white wine while the men stood off to
the sides, each with a round serving tray. On one was the open bottle
and on the other were two extra glasses. Of course, those glasses
weren't for the husbands. They were not allowed to share the vino. The
females chatted about clothes and footwear. Their mates tried to figure
out if the items under discussion were intended for the women or
themselves. The sissies often glanced at each other, wishing they could
go into another room and talk alone. But privacy was something else they
were not allowed. After about a half hour the front door opened and
everyone heard loud male voices.
One of them called, "Yo, Merle."
The other asked, "Hanna baby, you here?"
"In the den," Merle responded.
"With the wusses," Hanna added.
The guys came tromping into the den in their heavy work shoes with the
waffle soles and leather laces. Quite a contrast to what the cuckolds
had on their feet. The guys also wore flannel work shirts, jeans that
showed plenty of wear, and thick leather belts. The sissies cringed in
shame at how girly they had been made to look. They cringed for other
reasons as their wives stood up, opened their arms to the men, and shared
warm hugs and wet kisses. The women greeted their lovers by name, Mike
and Hal. Merle snapped her fingers at the sissies, who were quick to
pour two more glasses of wine and offer them to the men.
"Nah," said Mike. "We brought beer. You got it, Hal?"
"I thought you had it, Mike."
"No, I left it in the back of my pick-up."
"Well then, guess the girly boys'll have to go fetch it."
The wives giggled. Their husbands blushed bright pink. Were they really
expected to scurry outside? What if someone saw them the way they were
dressed? They turned to their brides for help, but the women just
smirked and told them to get moving. Rosie hugged himself. Ginny wrung
his small hands. They went to the side door, opened it, and cautiously
peered outside. The truck was in the driveway but still fairly close to
the sidewalk, because the garage made the driveway short. They scampered
out there and went to the rear of the vehicle. Sure enough, two six-
packs of a popular brand of beer were waiting on the other side of the
tailgate. They eyed each other uncertainly. The gate was probably
locked, and with the truck's oversized tires, it was pretty high up.
Rosie got onto the wide rear bumper and pulled himself up. He tried to
smooth down his itty bitty skirt in back and almost lost his hold. Ginny
grabbed him by his narrow hips to make sure he didn't fall. The second
sissy didn't like touching his sister in shame. They both still
considered themselves to be straight men, despite the traumatic changes
that had been wrought on them.
After ascertaining that the gate was locked, Rosie hung over the tailgate
and stretched his slender arms out, trying to reach the cardboard
carriers. He leaned too far and his upper body went down, his legs flew
upward, and his skirt succumbed to the force of gravity, baring his
genitals and bottom. He tried to balance himself, using his hands, and
to get himself completely into the back of the truck. Bicycling his
smooth hairless legs, he eventually gained enough stability to slide
completely onto the hard bed of the truck and hide himself from any
curious eyes. He just hoped that no one had seen the shameful sight he
had already made.
Sniffling and trying not to break down and cry, Rosie got the first six
pack, moved himself up onto his knees, and handed it over to Ginny.
Reaching up while holding his brief skirt down with his free hand, Ginny
accepted the carrier, almost dropped it, and ended up holding it against
his narrow chest. When Rosie held the second one out to him he had to
set down the first, being careful to bend at the knees and not risk
exposure of his true gender. Then he got both hands on the second six
pack and set it by the first. Rosie was trying to climb out without
putting on another show. He got one leg over the tailgate and unwisely
rested his weight on the barrier. His poor testicles were nearly mashed
against the cold metal. He whimpered, got his other leg over, and hung
on desperately until his was able to put is feet on the bumper.
Their inability to perform this simple task easily was yet another in
long succession of reminders that they were far from manly. Even before
their brides had begun to remake them as sissies they had not been
physically capable, athletic, or good with tools. Outdoorsmen they were
not. But their current state, they reflected as they picked up the
carriers and headed back to the house taking small feminine steps, was
extreme. Once inside, puffing hard, they checked each other's outfits,
which had become slightly disarranged.
"Here," whispered Rosie. "Let me straighten your vest."
"Thanks," replied Ginny in an equally soft voice. "And your skirt's kind
of turned to the side. Just let me fix it."
Again, they didn't want to touch each other, but it was better than
risking their wives' ire if they returned looking less than perfect.
When they got the beers into the den, the studs each wanted one. The
wives had taken possession of the freshly poured glasses of wine. Each
sissy took a bottle and held it out to the man cuckolding him.
"Jeez," said Mike. "Can't you girls even open a beer?"
Rosie fumbled with the bottle and tried to twist off the cap. He
couldn't make it turn and began to pout worriedly. Mike sneered at him,
leaned forward, and grabbed the bottle. He effortlessly twisted the top
free. The same thing happened with Ginny and Hal, though Hal stood all
the way up, put his hand over Ginny's to tighten the sissy's grip on the
bottle, while Hal used his other hand to remove the cap. Ginny shivered
with unease at having the Alpha male make contact with him that way. At
last the two Bulls had their drinks. They took long swallows. Rosie and
Ginny couldn't picture themselves doing that. Maybe they could have a
little beer in glasses, nursing it along over a half hour or so. But
they had been so removed from their masculine sides that they couldn't
even imagine performing simple acts except in a weak feminine manner.
Even their wives were less girly than them.
Now it was time for the evening's entertainment. The wives loved to
disgrace their husbands. It got Merle and Hanna aroused, which their
dates didn't mind. Besides, the Alpha guys just naturally liked to see
lesser men lose their pride and status. It was a pecking order issue, a
case of big-dog-intimidating-and-mastering-small-dog. Whatever. They
just knew it was amusing and made them more ready to jump into bed with
the women. In fact, just knowing that the evening's show was about to
begin had the men grabbing and fondling the women, much to the dismay of
the husbands.
Merle sent the cuckolds to get a cardboard box that she told them was in
the breezeway between the house and garage. They exited through the back
door. With the truck in the driveway it was unlikely that anyone could
see them. Even so, just being out of the house -- again -- was
upsetting. They moved quietly enough that they could hear someone about
to pass by on the sidewalk. The two sissies crouched low as a young
strolling couple appeared. Ginny overbalanced and fell against Rosie,
who rocked back and bumped into a garden rake, which inconveniently fell
over and made noise. The strollers stopped and looked in their
direction, squinting against the darkness. Ginny was halfway on top of
Rosie, almost in his lap. They were too scared to move and had to hold
that somewhat intimate position. After what was probably another ten
seconds but felt like several minutes, the pedestrians walked on and the
cuckolds were able to move apart.
On hands and knees because they were so afraid of a reoccurrence, they
located the box, each took an end even though it wasn't very large, and
waited until they were sure they didn't hear anyone else approaching
before they slowly rose and lifted it. Going back inside and to the den,
they found the foursome enjoying a make-out session. Mike had his hand
high up on Merle's thigh and Hal was groping Hanna's breast under her T-
shirt. The women were relishing the attention, talking dirty to the men
and opening their mouths to receive deep kisses. The husbands again
were humiliated by the sight of their wives with superior males and their
own inability to do anything about it. They had foolishly tried to
protest months ago, when Mike and Hal first visited. The sissies had
been dragged across muscular male thighs and given thorough hand
spankings that left them in tears. They had also been given warnings
that next time their soft pink bottoms would feel the heavy leather belts
the guys favored, doubled over and applied with enough force to leave
their dainty butt cheeks bright red.
"Look who's back," Merle said snidely. "Sissy One and Sissy Two."
"Miss Swish and Miss Squish," Hanna offered.
The men laughed heartily while the sissies quivered with shame. Then
Merle had them start to unpack the box. First they took out a large
rubber sheet, which they had to unfold and spread across the floor. Next
came two big bottles of vegetable oil. The concerned husbands were
trying to figure out what the items added up to. They found out all too
soon.
"What we're going to have tonight," Merle announced proudly, "is a sissy
oil-wrestling event. Our wimpy husbands are going to have their faces
made up pretty, then smear oil all over each other, and then grapple on
that rubber sheet."
Hanna chuckled and added, "And we girls will be their coaches. So long
as they do what we tell them they'll be safe. If they don't follow our
instructions, well, it won't be pretty what happens then. Or if you
ignore anything the guys tell you to do."
Their dates thought that was a terrific idea. They went to the kitchen
and got themselves fresh beers, at the same time rustling up several
boxes and bags of snacks. When they came back the women had the sissies
kneeling in front of them. Each husband had had his neck and wrists
locked into a wooden set of stocks, both of which were wide enough to
provide a small tabletop-like surface. The wives were sitting on the
couch, taking cosmetics from a large zipper bag that sat between them.
They arranged the make-up on the flat surfaces provided by the stocks.
The unhappy husbands had to stay still to avoid spilling make-up
containers all over the floor. That also made it easier for the wives to
pretty up their faces.
Merle and Hanna gleefully went to work. They colored pale blond eyebrows
bright blue, then added to the effect with plenty of blue eye shadow.
There was also liner and mascara. Next came blush. Then it was time for
those sissy mouths. Lip liner, matte lip colors including white, blue
and red were blended for a bizarre result, gloss was put over top, and a
bit of darkening was added under the bottom lip to make it appear pouty.
The cuckolds looked not only more like sissies than ever, but like slutty
sissies. The wives left them like that while they went and exchanged a
few probing kisses with their lovers. After that they came back,
collected the cosmetics, and removed the stocks. The husbands stood up
uncertainly. Their brides marched them to a mirror and stood them side
by side, so they could get the full effect of their makeovers.
"Now," said Merle with a smirk in her voice, "it's time for you girls to
get out of your cute outfits and get oiled up... by each other." She let
out a hissing laugh.
"Right," Hanna picked up the thread. "And pay special attention to those
intimate areas." The way she laughed made her ponytail ripple.
Rosie and Ginny eyed each other. They had never been made to do more
than a minimum of mutual touching. This was a new and frightening idea.
The women handed a bottle to each husband. The cuckolds carefully opened
them, in no hurry to do what came next. Rosie poured some oil onto the
palm of his hand, relieved that at least it was room temperature, and not
cold. Then it struck him that if it was chilled, it might be less likely
for their bodies to perceive it as something pleasant. And stimulating.
And even erotic. He reached out and pressed his oily hand against the
shoulder of his sissy sister. Rosie touched Ginger's other shoulder,
less for balance than to offer reassurance. Ginger bit his lower lip and
gave a slight, almost imperceptible nod, signaling that it was okay to
proceed.
Making small circles, Rosie applied the oil, with excess running down
onto Ginger's chest. Without thinking, Rosie tried to stop the
descending rivulet and managed to put his fingers directly on Ginger's
nipple. Ginger gasped and brought his hands partway up. There were
chuckles from the onlookers. Seeing the inevitability of them oiling
each other completely, Ginger poured some oil over his fingers, heedless
that half of it ended up on the rubber sheet. He began to smear it on
Rosie's neck, under is chin, working his way downward. They spread oil
over backs and upper arms, then lower arms and tummies.
There was a moment of noticeable hesitation. The watchers craned forward
slightly. Rosie whimpered as he went behind Ginger, poured some oil on
his lower back and quickly, before it could run too far, began to stoke
his buttocks, starting to cover them with the slippery liquid. That
elicited a scatter of applause from the seated couples. Ginger tried to
stay still as sensual sensations started in his pale pink bottom cheeks
and travelled elsewhere. His little dick pulsed. He oiled his own hand
again and got behind Rosie, to make his backside glisten too. He was
also trying to hide his crotch, because it felt like he was about to get
an erection.
But then Rosie turned to face him, knelt, and started to minister to his
smooth hairless thighs. It was too much. Ginger's undersized member
rose to its fullest dimensions, which provoked snickers and then jeering
comments.
"Please tell me that's not as big as it can get."
"When they were handing out cocks, that sissy got shortchanged."
Laughter stung Ginger's ears. He sank to his knees and began to oil up
Rosie's upper legs, with similar results: first the stiffness, then the
mocking remarks.
"With a micro dick like that it's no wonder you're a Nancy boy."
"Is that a prick or a belly button? It barely qualifies as an 'outie'."
The poor sissies had to fight to hold back tears of shame. They oiled
calves and then feet, after which they thought they were done. But the
wives insisted that they do each other's faces and press their noses
together. They did it, using the lightest of touches to preserve their
make-up.
After the cuckolds were nose-to-nose, Merle said, "Well, don't stop
there."
"Come on," Hanna told them. "It's not fair that us wives are the only
girls getting kissed. You two should be allowed to swap some spit, too."
Hating every second of it, the husbands altered the angles of their faces
slightly so their noses were no longer in the way, and then pressed their
lips together. To the accompaniment of the wives chortles and the men's
guffaws, they had to kiss and, when told to, begin to caress each other.
To make it worse, their tiny erections were still standing up and
refusing to subside.
Mike said, "Yo, pansies. Look how I'm doing it." He locked lips with
Merle and gave her a probing lingering kiss.
Hal nodded and said, "And use lots of tongue. Like this." He pulled
Hanna closer so he could deliver an openmouthed kiss, then backed up just
enough so the cucks could see two tongues lashing each other.
Rosie gagged a little. Ginger sobbed. But their opened lips met and
they shared a prolonged wet kiss. Without being told to, they resumed
touching, exploring chests and then toying with slippery nipples. Their
audience allowed the indignity to go on for several minutes.
But then Mike barked at them, "Time to fight, fag boys."
"Round One!" Hal yelled, following that with a vocal impression of a
ringside bell. "Ding. Ding."
Not entirely sure what to do, the kneeling husbands began a feeble
imitation of grappling, not advancing much beyond their previous shared
handling. Mike booed. Hal gave them thumbs down and made a rude
'raspberries' sound. Afraid of physical punishments, the husbands got
cautiously to their feet, sliding a bit on the oily rubber underfoot.
They tried to assume wrestling stances but it only made them appear even
more ridiculous. There was more laughter and then they grabbed each
other. That elicited a few cheers. Encouraged, Rosie came in from the
side and grabbed Ginger around the waist. Too late, Rosie realized that
he had put his face uncomfortably close to his opponent's rigid penis.
Ginger countered by getting his arms around Rosie's slender upper body
and yanking, hoping to shake him loose but instead falling over backward
and pulling Rosie down on top of him. The two slippery sissies squirmed
all over each other, first with one on top and then with the other.
Their audience chuckled and clapped, hooted and hollered. They allowed
the comical efforts to go on for five long minutes before someone decided
there needed to be more action, or rather, a different type of action.
Merle called out, "Hey, Rosie, you've got that sissy under you again.
Now wriggle around on top of her."
When he did it, blushing deeply at how abashed he felt, Hanna called to
Ginger, "Hey, Ginger Cookie, get your legs around her and squeeze hard.
Squash her clit-dick against yours."
Ginger, close to tears, obeyed. Both cuckolds felt their sex drives
making demands. They had gone too long without relief. And having their
bodies slip-sliding against each other the way they were was keeping them
involuntarily aroused. They moaned and mewled steadily, feeling their
need mount.
"Yo, Rosie," Mike bellowed. "You got to distract her. Wriggle out of
that hold. Head down toward her feet."
Not sure why he was being told to do that, Rosie nevertheless complied.
When his face was level with Ginger's crotch, he understood all too well.
That was when Hal yelled at Ginger, "She's going to put a cock lock on
you with her mouth, Ginny. Turn yourself around."
The pair on the rubber sheet made a comical sight as they followed
instructions, inevitably ending up in a 69ish position. The onlookers
stomped their feet and whistled, like they were part of a mob of yahoos
at a sporting event. The wives shouted to their husbands to use their
mouths on the dicks facing them. The women insisted it would drain their
opponent's strength. Still dreading physical punishments, but appalled
at being told to perform that act, which they had never been made to do
before, the sissies got their lips around each other's unenviably small
members. As they began to suck, their inhibitions were overcome by
rising lust. They lost awareness of being exposed, of the cell phone
pictures that were being taken, and held onto their partner's slippery
thighs as best they could.
The seated couples grew quiet, not quite believing that they had worn
down the husbands' defenses and elevated their fears to the point that
they were actually sucking cock. Or dick. Or mini-dick. Whatever. The
women were getting hot from the power they were experiencing. The studs
were turned on by the sensation of having defeated competing males.
Hands explored bodies. The three couples groped for several more
minutes. Then, all at once, both sissies began to groan softly,
rhythmically. Their bodies twitched in synch. They made high sounds in
their throats, their mouths being otherwise occupied. And then came the
double explosion as they blasted their spunk, limited though it was, into
busy receiving mouths. They swallowed it down, almost as if they had
been hungry for it. They drained each other and then, still clinging
together, as their lust faded, realized what they had just done in front
of the leering couples.
The disgraced husbands released each other and rolled apart, expressions
of revulsion and shame written on their faces, cum leaking from the
corners of their lips. As one they began to sob and then to weep. The
wives were already rising, eager to gain their own fulfillment. They
tugged the Alpha males to their feet and the couples moved away toward
the main bedroom and the guest bedroom. The wives called to their sissy
spouses to follow them.
Hanna added, "Put your shoes back on, pansies. Wouldn't want to get oil
on the rugs."
Merle advised, "You can stand outside the bedroom doors and listen.
Maybe hearing how real men can please women will finally convince you
that you're nothing but a couple of sissy sisters."
"And that you'll always be that way," Hanna continued. "But hey, at
least you can suck each other off. Whenever we tell you to."
There was another wave of laughter as the couples entered the bedrooms.
They left the doors open while they got busy removing each other's
clothes, with the cuckolds watching miserably. Then Mike and Hal pushed
the doors almost all the way closed, so the sissies could still hear but
no longer see. The couples got eagerly into their beds to begin long
sessions of foreplay, which led up to hot and heavy lovemaking, and
culminated after more than a half hour in noisy orgasms all around. As
if the sissies' own time together hadn't been emasculating enough, such
brazen infidelity assured them that as men, they were failures.
*********
The next day Merle took Rosie out with her while she did some Christmas
shopping at the mall. It amused her to see him passing for male while
she still treated him like a wimpy pussy-boy. He trailed along behind
her, carrying two large shopping bags. Their last stop was a shoe store,
where she told the young female clerk that she would like to see
something in a knee-length black boot. The salesgirl brought a pair that
were shiny, had pointed toes, and boasted three-inch heels.
When she offered to help Merle put them on, the calculating wife said,
"Not necessary. My husband will be happy to do it."
Rosie got down on one knee and took the first boot. As his soft hands
touched its smooth surfaces a thrill ran through him unbidden. He took a
deep breath and began to slip the footwear onto his wife. He eventually
got it on her and then, while she chatted with the clerk, did the same to
the other. Merle stood and took several steps before saying she would
take them.
"But what about maintaining that fine leather?" she wanted to know.
"Oh, we have something for that," the clerk responded. "It's a spray and
easy to use."
"Could we try some, please?" Merle said, flashing a secret smile at her
husband.
When the clerk brought them the container, Merle instructed her to give
it to Rosie, though she didn't use his girly name. He sprayed some onto
the leather and his wife insisted that he rub it in with his hand. As he
made small circular motions she told the clerk that he enjoyed feeling
slick surfaces. She began to mention the other evening, not going into
details yet, and he went pale with dread that she might reveal more.
Instead, she just commented that the spray seemed to work fine and that
she would take that too.
The salesgirl said, "We'll include it. No extra charge. After all, the
boots you're buying are, well, not inexpensive."
Merle smiled. "Oh, I'm not buying them. My darling husband is. He
can't help himself. Loves to please me and -- you know the type I'm
sure, from working here -- is exceptionally fond of women's footwear."
"Ah," the attractive young woman said, glancing toward Rosie with a new
lack of respect. "I understand."
Rosie went from pale to bright pink. His wife didn't just subject him to
extreme degradation like the other evening at home. She also delighted
in more subtle ignominy, and plenty of it. She believed that old saying,
"There's no rest for the sissy." Or something like that.
*********
(If you enjoyed this one, you might want to check my earlier effort,
SISSY ON SISSY. Feel free to leave comments on either or both.)
Avriella
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