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SNOWED-IN SISSY SCENE by Throne
I was feeling very apprehensive. My wife Laurel had invited three of her
girlfriends over on a Friday evening, even though they all knew there was
a major winter storm heading our way. Shortly after they arrived the snow
began to fall and rapidly accumulate. The four of them had each enjoyed
several glasses of wine before deciding that none of the guests should
drive home. They would all have to sleep over. I had been hoping I would
get lucky, and that they would leave without me having to make an
appearance. Laurel had made me get dressed up in a sissy outfit, so I had
been on pins and needles from the moment the first woman arrived.
Then, as I was cowering in the hallway, I heard my bride say, "Well, as
long as this is turning into a pajama party, I'll have my pansy of a
husband get you all something appropriate to wear." She called out to me,
"Frida darling, come and say hello to all my friends."
My real name is Fred, but that other name is what she calls me when I'm in
a sissy outfit. And wow, I was certainly in one right then. First let me
mention that I'm short, barely over five foot. As if that wasn't unmanly
enough, I'm also slim, with no visible muscular development. My hair is
blond -- well, it's naturally light brown, but she has me color it -- and
I'm required to wear it down to my collar (when I'm at work, in male
shirts). And Laurel also had me get laser treatments, so that the small
amount of body hair I used to have is now completely and permanently gone.
What can I say? She delights in dominating and feminizing me. I guess
that's why she married such a meek, unimpressive guy.
But I was about to tell you what I had on. That's besides my hair being
teased up to give it body and sprayed to keep it that way, and my face
enhanced with eye make-up, false lashes, blush, and lipstick. Over part
of my smooth hairless chest was a frilly pink crop top. It was strapless,
with elastic to keep it up. I was very aware of my narrow, slightly down-
sloping shoulders being exposed. Below that I had on a matching skirt
made of three tiers of filmy ruffles. It was so short that I was in
constant danger of having what was underneath displayed. That was
especially upsetting because my wife hadn't allowed me to put on panties.
I didn't want those women to see my soft oval buttocks or, even worse, my
smooth pubic area. That latter possibility was especially awful because,
though I hate to admit it, my genitals are smaller than average. A lot
smaller. And being denuded of hair makes them appear even more immature.
I wore pale shiny stockings of the stay-up type. My petite feet were in
satiny silver slippers.
As I entered the room everyone's gaze was on me. I tried not to make eye
contact with my wife's trio of friends. At the same time, I couldn't keep
from stealing looks at them. You see, Laurel is a tall, full-figured
woman, very sexy-curvy, and so were her guests. Arlene, Berta and
Connie, like my bride, all had full bosoms, tapering waists, broad hips,
plump but firm thighs, and large sturdy calves. But what held the biggest
fascination for me was their bottoms. Wide, round and protruding, they
were irresistible to me, especially when they were moving, those tempting
cheeks rolling against each other. It was both a relief and
disappointment that they were sitting at the moment. I put myself in the
middle of the room, so the pair of women on the couch and the two on easy
chairs across from them could all get a good look at me. All of them had
seen me before, in outfits as shameful as this one, or at least almost as
shameful. But I had never had them see me at the same time, and none of
the three had actually seen my male parts, except as a bulge -- or rather
a small bump -- inside a pair of panties. Oh, how I wished I had some of
those right then to cover up my essentials.
"Well, Frida," my wife said with obvious amusement. "Say hello to the
ladies."
I looked at the one next to her and said, using my shy feminine tone ,
"Hello, Arlene." Then I turned around and told the other two, "Hello,
Berta. Hello, Connie."
When I faced Lauren again she had a serious look on her face. "Frida, you
didn't curtsy. Not even once. I'm afraid you get a failing grade for
that. A big fat red 'F'. Maybe we'll have to start calling you Fred F.
I mean, Frida F. How does that sound?"
"I'm sorry." My voice was quivering. "I'll be more careful. Honest I
will." I hated having to speak that way, high and whispery. "All
right?"
"Not all right. You can do it over but this time with a deep curtsy for
each of my visitors."
"But..." I pressed my thighs together and squirmed with unease. "It's
just that..."
Acting like she had no clue to the source of my distress, she wanted to
know, "What is it, Frida? Speak up, sissy. Tell everybody exactly what
your problem is."
"It's just..." I bit my lips, instantly knowing that I was making myself
appear even more girlish. "I don't... I'm not wearing any panties."
"And?"
"I want some panties. Please. If I could just have panties it would be
okay."
"Oh?" she said, sounding like she couldn't understand my concern. "You'll
be all right if you get some panties?"
With a hopeful half-smile I told her it would help. To encourage her I
added, "Thank you."
"You heard my sissy spouse," Laurel said. "Anybody have a pair of panties
for him?"
What? That wasn't what I wanted. All of the guests stood up and
volunteered to give me theirs. Arlene reached under her short skirt and
began working down her underwear.
She said, "You can have mine first, Frida. Still warm and fragrant."
"But he can't wear them all at once," Berta pointed out. "Unless we think
of some way for him to do it... differently."
"I know where the first ones can go," said Connie. She rummaged in her
copious shoulder bag and came out with a six inch vibrator. "And this
will be perfect to put them there."
What was happening? Why were they twisting my request around? It was all
occuring so fast. Arlene had her panties all the way off. She and Connie
approached me. Berta got behind me and put her hands on my bare
shoulders.
She said, "Now just lean forward, sweetie. I can see where the girls are
going with this."
Used to following orders, but very unhappy about this one, and still not
sure what they were up to, I bent over at the waist. It was so
humiliating to know that my backside was now bared for everyone to see.
That ceased to be my main concern, though, when I felt Berta parting my
nether cheeks with her fingers. Then Arlene got back there and put her
panties between my buttocks and held them in place. Connie waved the
vibrator in front of my eyes.
"So," she asked me, "are you ready for me to put those panties where
they're going?"
"You don't mean...? You're not going to...?"
"Yes I do and yes I am. Now stay like you are, unless you want us to
think of something a lot worse than panties to stuff you full of."
She joined the other two behind me and there was sudden pressure against
my tight rosebud. It was the tip of the artificial phallus. I looked at
my wife beseechingly but she just smirked at me. Then Connie gave a push,
driving the sex toy partway in, to force those panties to enter me. My
rear entrance was stretched uncomfortably and I couldn't keep from
whimpering. The women laughed and kept at their task, pushing once more
before carefully withdrawing the plastic pecker completely, then using it
again to drive more of the soft material inside. All of that was repeated
twice more before the job was declared to be done.
"Go on," Connie said. "Put your hand back there."
I did and found that most of the pair of panties was still protruding from
my body like a decoration. There was more laughter and Arlene told me to
hold up my brief skirt in the back and walk around. I did and the
lightweight garment stayed snugly in place.
"Put more swish into your walk," my wife encouraged.
"Stop and give that cute rump a wiggle," Berta suggested.
Doing as I was told, my cheeks grew warm and I knew I was blushing. They
allowed me to lower my skirt in back but the panties still showed below
the hem. I saw Berta removing her panties from under her skirt.
She told me, "Put your hands out, Frida, you little pervert."
Then she slipped the leg holes over my wrists and twisted the garment to
draw my hands together, before gathering the loose ends to tie them
together. I was effectively cuffed -- with panties.
Now it was my wife's turn to contribute. She took her panties out from
under her pleated skirt and held them under my nose.
"Take a good sniff, Frida. Since we're married, it's only appropriate
that it should be my panties that get crammed into your mouth. If it was
one of the other girl's undies, that would be kind of like you cheating on
me. Which I always worry about because you're such a stallion. Open
wide, honey pie."
I parted my jaws and she stuffed them in, making sure to get the flavorful
crotch on my tongue. Demeaning as all that was, it was arousing too.
Especially with the added stimulus of being surrounded by those four
females with their outstanding curves, all of them taller than me.
Something about their physical superiority made me feel weak and
controlled, which in some perverse way was getting me excited. My penis
was twitching. Laurel saw me shifting my feet nervously and guessed the
reason for my agitation. She made me lift the front of my abbreviated
skirt with my bound hands and all the women saw my partially erect penis.
"Is it soft or hard? It's hard to tell when one's that tiny."
"I mean, really, does that even qualify as a cock?"
"It's more like a miniature version of one. It would look good on a
keychain."
All I could do was to stand there, panties jammed up my butt, another pair
binding my wrists, and the latest one gagging me. That left Connie to
provide the final ones. She slid hers down her long legs, over her plump
thighs and muscular but shapely calves. Then she stood there with them in
her hands, considering me. She rubbed the silky material over my nipples,
completing my arousal. That got my dick the rest of the way hard, which
elicited more nasty comments about its lack of size. Then she wrapped the
loosely around my small erection and manipulated them to tantalize me
until I was panting. Finally she took the panties, scented by her body,
and pulled them over my head.
"How's this?" she wanted to know as she made sure the vaginally perfumed
gusset was touching my nose. She asked Laurel, "Do you mind if he's
smelling me while he's tasting you? I don't want to confuse the poor
wimpy weakling."
With an impish smile my wife assured her, "That's fine."
Connie wanted to know, "Even if I do this?" She rubbed the moist material
against my nostrils. "And this?" She took the capacious panties and
pulled the excess material tight behind my head, then skillfully knotted
it there to keep the crotch portion tightly against the middle of my face.
"That's lovely," Laurel confirmed. "And I like how his sad eyes are
looking at us through those leg holes. Besides which, I'm sure he's
getting all kinds of kinky thrills from everything we're doing." To me
she suggested, "Why don't you show the girls how grateful you are? Play
with your little wee-wee for them."
My eyes went wide. She couldn't be serious. But she was. I hesitantly
got the thumb and first finger of one hand on my stiff member and began
slowly stroking. It felt so good but my pleasure was mixed with the
mortification of having an audience. The women tittered and made rude
remarks.
"At least this way he has some kind of sex life. That's good because no
woman would ever want that funny little thing that's between his legs."
Laurel attested, "That's definitely true. Which is why I only let him use
his mouth on me. Sometimes I lay in bed watching movies starring hunky
guys and make Frida lick me so slow that it lasts for the entire feature."
"That's probably what he's thinking about now. How much he loves to lap
your pussy while never being allowed to put his baby dick into it. That
must really appeal to a freak like him."
"Now how about if he goes back and forth between yanking his poor excuse
for a dick, and playing with his nipples, which I noticed are very
receptive, like a girl's."
"Except," my wife added, "he's not allowed to finish. After all, we're
snowed in and will most likely stay that way all weekend. So, Frida, give
yourself a nice unhurried tugging, with enough nipple play mixed in to
make you so horny your balls hurt. And then you can go and fetch sleep
outfits for all of us. Won't it be fun, being our plaything tonight,
tomorrow and Sunday? Seeing us in those racy short nighties? And if
you're extra well behaved, maybe even earning the privilege of jerking off
again but being allowed to finish, while all of us watch and give you
helpful hints on how to put on a show for us. And we can encourage you
like this, too." She turned her back and pulled up her skirt to show him
her bare tail end, which made him grunt. He had to take a deep breath
through the panties, which delivered a heady dose of their aroma. Each of
the girls took a turn teasing him with her nude rear, sending his fetish
for big buttocks into overdrive. "See how much fun it can be? Won't that
be delightful, Freddie F? Won't you just adore playing all kinds of
games, Frida?"
I could only make a muted sound of assent through the panty gag. To be
sure that they understood, I also nodded my head. Would I actually come
to enjoy everything they had put me through and everything else their
inventive minds would yet think up? Maybe I would. My wife and her
friends might push me over the line and turn me into a real sissy, one
with all sorts of twisted desires. And I somehow knew that once I'd
reached that point, I could never return to being who I had been before.
Never.
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