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SISSY BEDTIME SCENE by Throne
Tommy sat on the edge of the bed waiting for his wife Myrna to appear.
Several times a week she would declare that she was going to 'tuck him
into bed'. He knew that those words meant she was going to conduct some
sort of sissy scene with him, and that he should get into a special
outfit of his choice. This evening he had selected one that was between
cute and wicked. He had on a sleeveless blouse, the front tails of which
were tied into a knot just below his nipple level. He also wore short-
shorts, made of terrycloth and very snug-fitting. They showed off his
slightly plump bottom and how small of a bump his undersized genitals
made. On his legs, which were as smooth and hairless as the rest of him,
he had stockings with elastic tops, and on his feet, open-toe shoes with
block heels and ankle straps. Everything was in natural tones: flowery
yellows, lush greens, earthy browns. The hint of perfume he had applied
should have finished the image.
He stood and paced up and down. There seemed to be something missing.
He checked the mirror. His hair was short on the sides and long on top,
parted on the left and falling down over his right ear. It was an
arguably sissy style, though enough guys wore it that, in his male
attire, it didn't draw stares. From his pierced ears dangled large gold
hoops, each with a plastic charm at the bottom. On one side there was a
red heart and on the other a set of pink, puckered lips. He hadn't made
his own lips that dramatic, instead opting for just a coat of clear
gloss. His cheeks carried a light application of blush to make it appear
that he was, well, blushing. And his eyes featured pale blue shadow on
the upper lids, with a line of silver between the top of the eye area and
each eyebrow. Because of his office job, he couldn't have his eyebrows
thinned and shaped as much as he would like, but at least they had been
narrowed a bit at the outer ends and made very slightly less wide all
over.
He preened in front of the full length mirror that his wife had bought
and had hung by a handyman. She had made sure Tommy was there when the
worker came to do the job. The husband had been in male mode at the
time, dressed in a polo shirt and khaki slacks, along with loafers that
had little tassels on them. She would never reveal his extreme pansy
look to an outsider, but she was tickled by making him appear somewhat
unmanly -- especially with that haircut and those eyebrows -- as well as
making a few comments about his inability to perform a simple 'tool-guy'
job like hanging the mirror.
Now, as he gazed at his reflection, Tommy at last realized what was
wrong. He needed something around his neck. Going to the pink and white
dresser, he rummaged through one of the top drawers and found just the
thing. It was a wide, red leather choker that buckled in the back.
Right at the middle, in front, there was a small oval plaque, made of
brass, with the word SLUT engraved on it in swirling letters. He
examined the effect of adding it to his ensemble and was pleased. It
really drew the whole outfit together, staying with the theme of him as a
flirty girl, but tilting the balance more toward the naughty side. Tommy
puckered his shiny lips and made an air kiss at his image.
He went back to the bed and sat again, feeling more contented with his
fashion choices. As he resumed waiting for Myrna to appear, he mentally
reran some of the inventive scenes she had led him through on recent
evenings. The first that came to his mind was when he had worn a lace
teddy in pale rose, with a tummy cut-out and thong back. It had been
sized for a flat-chested girl, so his lack of a bust didn't matter. He
had tucked his minimal penis and testicles down and back . His make-up
had been seductive, eyelids dark and lips bright red. He had even given
himself the illusion of stunning cheekbones. On a whim he had added
chandelier earrings.
That night, when his wife entered the room, she casually looked him up
and down and spontaneously came up with a scenario. Myrna had been
wearing a little black dress and simple pearls, along with classic two-
inch heels. It was an outfit that could work for many different roles.
She said to Tommy with a sigh, "You really should have come to the club
with me tonight, Taffy. I met the most gorgeous guy."
"Oh?" Tommy had said in his best feminine whisper. "What was he like?"
"Well," she went on with quiet enthusiasm, like one girl sharing with
another, "he was tall, and you could really see that he worked out. He
had dreamy grey eyes, a strong face, and large hands. And you know what
large hands mean." She smiled. "He bought me a drink and, instead of
getting physical right away, he found us one of those little booths along
the wall, with just enough room for two. The music wasn't loud, so we
were able to talk. He had on short-sleeve shirt and muscular arms to go
along with it. I mean, not powerlifter arms. Just the kind you'd love
to run your hands over... in bed." She chuckled throatily. "I'll tell
you, girlfriend, he was trying to work me right from the start, but he
was so classy and subtle that it wasn't just like some regular guy trying
to get into my panties. I mean, I wanted him to get there, but it was so
nice being... you know... led into it."
She was having fun subjecting him to a cuckold scene. Months earlier,
while discussing their fantasies, it had turned out that they both like
the idea of a cheating wife, though neither wanted to make it a reality.
So it was a fun game for them to play. It got Tommy very excited but, at
the same time, had another effect. He was delighted that they were
talking like two girls. He loved to dress up but that was only one
dimension of being feminine. This type of communication, her confiding
in him, he being there for her to confide in, was something different and
special.
"I'll tell you," she continued, "when he offered to take me to his place,
I said yes right away. Didn't play coy." She smiled. "And it was worth
it."
Tommy had the arousing response of being a submissive whose wife was
describing impending infidelity, and simultaneously the connection of
them being two girls sharing private information, and the peripheral
benefit of, at some level, being able to project himself into the role
his wife was acting, of a woman sought by a man. Not that Tommy actually
wanted a guy to go after him but, again, it was something he could enjoy
as a fantasy. What appealed to him was the thought of being desirable,
and of the pursuing male, if not the consummation. He wondered if others
could understand that.
That had been such a good time together, with Myrna detailing her bedroom
fling with that proficient and untiring -- albeit imaginary -- lover.
And now his wife was going to invent some other story in which to involve
him. And maybe some physical action. He recalled one that had occurred
a week after the cuckold conversation. Tommy had dressed himself as a
maid, one of his favorite femme identities, in a uniform that was
traditional, except that all the parts were too brief. The skirt barely
covered the fact that he had no panties, the bib front had nothing under
it, leaving his sides and back bare, and what looked like a delicate lace
collar was actually a stiff posture collar covered in lace. Plus, the
stockings were fishnet. Even the cap was tiny, perched high atop his
asymmetrical hair-do.
When Myrna stepped into the bedroom, she took in the sight at once. Her
posture changed, becoming stiff and formal, like someone who employed a
maid. She raised her chin ever so slightly and looked down it at Tommy.
He pressed his knees together and wrung his hands, sensing the
disapproval that she was projecting.
"Well, Taffy," she said officiously. "I have been told by Miss Perkins
that you have become lazy and impertinent lately. Have you anything to
say for yourself, girl?"
Staying in character, Tommy did a deep curtsey. Unfortunately for him,
it was so deep it exposed his bald crotch and immature genitals. His
cheeks flushed and his wife could barely suppress a giggle at his faux
pas.
In a quivering voice he said, "I'm sorry, Mum. It weren't my fault.
It's the Spring weather. It... distracts me."
"That's no excuse. You will need something to focus your attention back
where it should be. You need... a spanking."
Tommy drew his elbows in tight against his sides and tried to lower his
chin, both calculated to display cooperative submission. Too bad for him
that the collar kept him from bowing his head. Instead, all he could do
was to lower his eyes. Myrna smirked at his awkward attempts at visible
contrition and told him to remain exactly where he was. She stepped out
of the room and reappeared seconds later with a pair of leather gloves
and a ladder-backed wooden chair, the one from the den. If she had
brought that to the door previously, she must have intended to administer
a spanking all along. So at least part of her quickness in creating
characters and selecting actions could be preplanned. Not that it
mattered, Tommy told himself as she moved the chair to a clear portion of
the floor, then sat down, adjusting the hem of her simple black dress
upward at the same time. Myrna patted her lap.
After he had draped himself across her warm thighs, she took her time
donning the black gloves. She gave him a bottom-reddening 20 swats, by
the end of which he was sniffling. The pain wasn't terrible, but it was
penetrating and, he felt sure, would last for the rest of the evening.
Just to be sure, she gave him another 10. Then she got onto the bed on
her back.
"You know, Taffy, disciplining you has gotten me all excited. That
wouldn't have happened if you had done your work properly, and if you
hadn't forced me to punish you. So I think it's your responsibility to
do something about it. You gave me this itch and you'll have to scratch
it... with your tongue."
He had such strong memories about that occasion. What had really stayed
with him was his helplessness in the face of her superior will and,
perhaps even more significant, the fact that even though he gave her
several orgasms, she did nothing to reciprocate. Myrna told him that not
gaining relief was part of the punishment he had earned for himself.
Tommy took a deep breath. That maid session had certainly stayed with
him. Now he heard his wife coming down the hall. The space between his
shoulder blades tensed up. His little dick tingled. She swept into the
room wearing only a deep red, translucent robe, made of some thin
material and loosely belted. It didn't close all the way across her
chest and gave a tantalizing glimpse of her heavy bust. Quite a change
from the customary, sedate black dress. His wife never ceased surprising
him.
"Just look at you," she said, controlled but oozing contempt. "One of
those girls who loves to show off what she's got. Who enjoys teasing
boys. Who thinks it's fun to get them halfway to where they want to go,
and then leave them there with their balls all sore."
He was already breathing harder. Where was she going to take this? His
wife told him to get on the bed, lie on his back and lower his shorts to
the middle of his thighs. Then she had him raise his knotted top so that
his pale chest was vulnerably uncovered. Myrna got onto the bed and
straddled him across the tops of his legs, so that she would have easy
access to his most sensitive areas.
"What I think you need, young lady, is to have someone else do the
teasing... to you." She reached out and gently massaged one of his
nipples between her thumb and forefinger. He moaned softly and
automatically tried to raise his hips. "Mmmm," she purred. "I think you
need lots and lots of teasing. What do you think, Taffy?"
Between gasps he said, "I didn't mean to be bad. But if you think this
will teach me a lesson..." His narrow chest rose and fell twice. "...
then that's what you should do. I'll just have to wait before I get to
finish."
"Who said anything about you finishing? Those boys you cock-teased
didn't get the chance. They probably had to go home and settle for hand
pussy. Jerk off into some tissues. But you don't even deserve that.
I'm going to leave your little clitty..." She brushed her fingertips
over the head of his penis. "... all turned on but without giving you
permission to play with it and get your kicks."
She chuckled as she began to pinky-rub his shaft, using just the back of
her littlest finger. It was maddening to be touched so lightly. She
alternated that with brushing her fingertips over his receptive nipples.
Then, when Myrna determined that he was getting too overheated, she
switched to simply running her hands over his shoulders and upper arms,
down his sides, and all over his tummy. He calmed down somewhat, though
his little dick was still standing up. That was when she lowered herself
atop him and began to kiss his ears, cheeks, nose and chin. She even
gave him butterfly kisses on his mouth. He longed to at least have her
tongue sliding over his, but even that was denied to him.
"Poor baby," Myrna cooed. "All worked up and no way to cum." She
stretched her legs out behind her so that her weight was pressing down on
him. His penis was pointing toward his navel and there was a danger that
its contact with her might push him into a climax. She lifted her lower
body and gently tucked his member down and back between this thighs, so
that it would receive less stimulation. Tommy moaned in frustration.
"See?" she said. "This is how you made those poor boys feel, you wicked
cock-tease. I think a little more of this is just what you need. Don't
you?"
He wanted as much as he could get because the sensations were bliss. But
he also wanted it to stop because the lack of fulfillment was torment.
He whimpered and said, "I don't... I want... please don't stop."
"Who doesn't want me to stop? Hmmm?"
"T... Taffy doesn't want you to stop," he replied between gasps. "Damn
it."
"I think Taffy should not use bad words like a bitchy brat and instead
act more like an innocent girl. Can Taffy tell me what she wants in the
way a sweet girl would?"
"I... oh... it's..." He forced himself to relax as much as he could,
which wasn't a lot. With a modicum of control he told her, "Please keep
touching Taffy. She needs to learn her lesson. Taffy wants to be a good
girl. She will try very hard. Honest. She... oh gosh... oh my!"
Myrna smiled lopsidedly at her helpless husband. She toyed with both his
nipples in slow motion as she spoke, telling him, "I think what Taffy
needs is lots more of this, to help her change her dirty habits. It
might take a while. Maybe even weeks. With dear Taffy getting
tantalized on a regular basis. And not having any of those distracting
orgasms. Before she understands that it's not nice to tease boys and
then leave them unsatisfied."
His thoughts were in a whirlwind. Her nimble fingers were driving him
crazy. He was caught up in the moment but also projecting ahead to days
-- or weeks -- of this both delightful and maddening treatment at his
wife's talented hands. She kissed his neck and even gave it a playful
love bite. He groaned from unmet needs and wished desperately that at
least his penis wasn't stuck down between his thighs.
His voice strained, he said, "Yes, dear. That might be..." Myrna wet
her fingertips and then continued the nipple play. "Oh my...!"
"I hope you understand that your Aunt Myrna has nothing but your best
interests in mind, Taffy."
He squirmed under her, his perfume filling his nostrils because his skin
was so warmed up. And now she was his Aunt?
"Yes, Aunty. I know you want to help me be a... a... better girl."
"Then it's settled. About a month of these lessons on a steady basis.
It will do you a world of good, sweetie."
With that she rolled off Tommy and stood up, as if nothing had just
happened. She grinned down at him. He gazed up with endless devotion
and yearning. Myrna got back on the bed alongside her spouse and took
his hand.
She said, "I hope you don't mind that we're going to stay with this one
fantasy for a while. It really appeals to me."
"Me too," he said breathlessly, squeezing her fingers. He was aware that
his girly outfit was still in disarray but that didn't matter at the
moment. He asked sheepishly, "Did you want me to, um, do something nice
for you?" That was a euphemism for giving her oral sex.
Myrna returned his hand squeeze and said, "No, I think it will be more
fun if both Aunt Myrna and her niece Taffy aren't getting what they
secretly want. It'll create a nice subtext for the roleplaying." She
grew thoughtful and then wanted to know, "Is that okay with you? I don't
want to, you know, go in a direction you don't enjoy."
"No, no, no," he reassured her. "Whatever your inventive imagination
comes up with is fine by me. I've never met a fantasy of yours that I
didn't like."
With a light kiss to his forehead she went on, "It's funny to think that
some people don't have any fantasies. Or that they have them but still
can't sympathize with other people's, that are different from theirs."
"And there are people who don't understand that what you like in your
fantasies isn't necessarily something that you actually want to happen."
"But at least we're not that way." She snuggled up against him. "And I
have to tell you, I really liked the way you were dressed when I got
here. It was a pleasant surprise."
"And it fit into your Aunt Myrna theme."
"Well, that's the odd part. What I had in mind originally, in case
whatever you were wearing didn't suggest a specific idea, was, well..."
She hesitated. "But why tell you? It'll be more fun to let you wonder,
and maybe worry, just a tiny bit." She gave his nipple a tweak, just
hard enough to surprise him with its force. "Though we won't need it for
a while, I don't think. Somehow I imagine Aunt Myrna and her naughty
niece are going to need plenty of time to work out lots and lots of
issues."
Tommy looked at her longingly and agreed, "A long long time."
*********
I was flattered that Peg Thebois was inspired by my previous brief
'Scenes' stories to write several of her own and post them together under
the title SHORTS. Hope you'll all check those out and leave her a
review.
Rowan
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