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Their Asian Wives
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"Come on," Mara snapped. "My friend will be here soon."
"Please," her husband Walter pleaded. "You can't let anyone else see me
like this."
"Are you telling me what I can and can't do?" the cute Asian demanded.
"No. I'm sorry. It's just that this is... well... too much. It's not
justified."
"Oh? Not even after I read all those e-mails back and forth between you
and your buddy Larry? After I found out that the two of you married
Asian girls because you thought we would be obedient and wait on you
hand and foot? And that you figured we would accept those tiny dicks
the two of you have because we're 'built small down there'? No, no, no.
None of that is acceptable. It's why I've had to make you stop looking
and acting like a man, not that you were any good at it to begin with."
"But I did what you said. I've been out of touch with Larry for three
months now. Isn't that enough?"
"Not nearly."
"It's just that..." His voice cracked. "...this is too humiliating."
She mockingly told him, "Boo hoo. My guest will be here very soon. Go
and uncover the snack tray I ordered and put it on the coffee table.
Set out a bottle of wine and two glasses." Mara snapped her slender
fingers at him. "Hop to it, Won Ton."
He hated that nickname his wife had come up with him. She had picked it
because she said he resembled the stuffed pockets in the popular soup of
the same name, because he was white and soft, and the pork he had was
only a sliver. That last item referred to his small penis. What was
worse than being called that was how she made him appear, and tonight
was the most awful look she had given him yet. Wayne was short and
slightly built. He hadn't possessed much body hair to begin with and
now she made him keep it all off. Mara had gotten him a laser tool to
do the job and he had noticed that the more he used it, the less grew
back. He was afraid that eventually he would be permanently smooth all
over. His blond hair hadn't been cut since she discovered his
expectations for their married life, and now it almost covered his ears,
making it easy for her to style it with a brush and some body enhancing
product, so that it could be arranged like it was now, full all around
and falling over his forehead. He had on almost no make-up, with the
exception of heavy black around his blue eyes.
What he disliked the most, however, were the things she made him wear.
Just then he had on a spangled vest and red micro-shorts of soft
yielding material, with nothing under either garment. They had been
found at a thrift store. He also had on shiny taupe stockings and
bedazzled slippers. His one consolation was that she hadn't used more
cosmetics on him, although with a guest coming it might have been more
comfortable to have his face somewhat disguised.
Walter went to the kitchen and got what his wife wanted, putting the
items where she had directed. It was so demeaning to be treated like
domestic help, and ironic because that was the role he had seen for her.
After he was done he waited anxiously for the visitor to arrive. All
too soon the doorbell rang. His wife purred at him to answer it. Her
soft tone belied the fact that they both knew he didn't want to do it.
The sissified husband went to the door and reluctantly opened it. On
the enclosed porch he was confronted by Cheshire, his wife's youthful
Asian girlfriend. Walter froze up inside. This wasn't good. She was
married to Larry, who he had exchanged all those messages with. It got
worse when she was followed in by Larry himself, wearing a long overcoat
and a knit cap. As they passed by Walter, his buddy gave him a
distressed look that was amplified by dark liner around his eyes. They
all went to the living room.
Cheshire pulled off Larry's cap and his hair, as long as Walter's,
sprang free. She fussed with it and soon had it looking much like his
friend's did. Then she chucked him under the chin and pointed to the
buttons of his coat. He unhappily opened them and slipped out of the
concealing garment. Walter gasped. The women all laughed. Larry was
dressed as girlishly as Walter. He wore a teeny-tiny, pale-apricot,
cropped top, bikini-cut panties, and white stockings with sparkles in
them. On his small feet were pink plastic sandals. He stood there
wringing his hands, with his feet slightly apart but knees together.
"Lo Mein!" Cheshire snapped, using her name for him. "Posture!" Her
normally quiet and musical voice could become shrill and penetrating in
an instant, as it just had.
He pulled back his shoulders and put is hands at his sides. Looking
totally nervous, he licked his lips. His eyes met Walter's again. The
two made-over husbands stared at each other in mortified recognition.
Walter was dizzy from multiple shocks. First Cheshire was there and
seeing him in his feminine role. Then Larry was in the same
predicament. And worst of all, the wives were now behind their spouses,
gripping their shoulders and urging them toward each other. When the
men were almost touching, they got released.
"Go on, Won Ton," Mara said. "Greet your friend."
"You too, Lo Mein," Cheshire insisted. "Little Noodle." She eyed his
barely covered crotch. "Get together. Especially since you decided
together to marry us. You remember. It was because we would be so
soft-spoken and easy to handle."
"Yes," the other woman agreed. "And now we know that the two of you
shared a kink for our distinctive faces, glossy black hair, and slim
figures."
Cheshire took over again with, "But just see you tonight. Who has the
exotic look and deferential attitude?"
"And who keeps getting paid back for their bad faith in marrying us for
such selfish reasons?"
"You two are in endless trouble together. It would be wise to stick
with each other. Which is why you need to become close like sisters."
"Sissy sisters. So let's see you share a warm hug." When they didn't
respond instantly, Mara hissed, "Right now, fools."
The husbands were well enough trained that no further hesitations were
possible. It was obvious that they didn't want to embrace, and yet they
opened their arms and did as they were told. With obvious discomfort
they held their bodies close.
"Now," Mara said with a cruel smile, "Kiss."
"Yes," Cheshire prompted with undisguised relish. "A nice chaste kiss."
The men's bodies were warming up from being pressed together. They could
smell the mingled scents of their soaps and shampoos, cosmetics and
perfumes. Sandalwood mixed with jasmine. Their faces moved tentatively
closer, lips quivering. They pressed their mouths together, thankful at
least that the kiss had been described as chaste, so they didn't feel
obligated to part their lips. That was small consolation, however, as
the wives kept them doing it over and over, making minute changes each
time.
"Rub your mouths against each other."
"Lick your lips before the next one. Get them nice and wet."
By the end both men were trembling with shame. They had never had any
inclinations to be intimate with other males, especially not each other.
What they desired was their irresistible wives. Instead, they had been
denied intercourse almost from the start, on one pretext or another.
They had been allowed only enough so that, when it was withdrawn
completely, they would know what they were missing. Instead of regular
sex they were expected to provide their wives with plenty of orgasms via
oral ministrations, and the women were insatiable. The only release the
husbands got was an occasional unplanned ejaculation from rubbing their
penises against the mattress while they serviced their women, and that
would always earn them physical punishments, most often a sound spanking
by hand or with some implement.
Now the girly men had to open the bottle of wine, which fortunately was
a screw-top, one holding it while the other removed the cap. They were
made to pour like docile serving girls. The women sat on the sofa and
clinked their glasses together. Walter was unhappy that they were
drinking. When his bride imbibed she became more extreme in her sexual
demands and more severe with her discipline. Before they finished their
first glasses it was time for the men to again debase themselves. They
had to get back into position for kissing but were informed that now the
action would be more intimate. Just as they were about to begin,
however, the doorbell rang.
"Who could that be?" Mara asked with feigned innocence.
"We didn't invite anyone else," Cheshire stated and then giggled.
"You girls," Mara said, suddenly serious. "Go and answer the door."
The men shivered at the thought of being seen by yet another person.
But what else could they do? Were they going to leave the house and
flee, dressed the way they were? Was it possible to reverse all their
training in a panicked moment? No and no. Instead they went to the
door, glancing sidelong at each other, and stopped in front of it. They
were in Walter's house -- or at least the one he used to co-own before
his wife made him sign his interest in it over to her -- so he opened
the door. Larry was so upset that he forgot to get out of the line of
sight of whoever was out there. They both saw that it was two of their
wives' unmarried girlfriends, Asian-American ones, and that they were
dressed in stylish sexy outfits. The women also wore sleek, colorful,
calf-hugging, plastic boots and carried oversized shoulder bags.
The new arrivals paused long enough to look the sissy men up and down
and laugh at them. Then they proceeded into the living room, where a
four-way gabfest started, accompanied by nibbling snacks. The wives
referred to the others as Kari and Nay. Mara scolded the men for not
rushing to obtain two more glasses and a second chilled bottle. When
they returned with those items, the new arrivals were pulling their own
bottles from their capacious bags, bottles beaded with condensation,
which they hurried to open. Walter had a sinking feeling from seeing
that much wine available. He had a dark premonition about how far being
fueled by alcohol might make the females push their victims.
After everyone was on their second glass of wine and the men were
standing nervously by, anticipating the worst, Mara made an
announcement. "We were just about to start the second round of a
kissing game, starring our weakling husbands."
"Eww," said Kari, a frown on her pretty face. "I wouldn't want to kiss
them."
"Right," Nay agreed. "It would be like kissing a girl."
"True," Cheshire told them. "But in this game our sissies don't kiss
us. They kiss each other." She imperiously snapped her slim fingers.
As soon as she ordered them to, the men moved to the center of the room
where everyone could see them. They faced each other, appearing more
nervous than before. With the watchers leaning forward to catch every
detail, the husbands waited. Mara and Cheshire went to them to whisper
commands the others couldn't hear. Then the wives returned to their
seats. The sissies reached for each other, hands settling on shoulders,
and ran their fingers down arms, across chests, and along necks. Then
they exchanged a first kiss, mild like previous ones. From that they
progressed to licking and nipping ears. When they played with nipples
it sent messages of arousal through their bodies, making their small
dicks begin to erect. That was supremely shameful because it made it
look like they were enjoying all that touching.
"So," Kari asked, "did you know they were gay when you married them?"
"We suspected their little secret," Cheshire said.
Nay wanted to know, "But when were you sure?"
Mara told her, "Once we found out what duds they were in bed and started
to treat them like wimps, it became obvious that they were swishy."
Walter and Larry wished desperately that they were allowed to speak, so
they could deny it. Instead, they were stuck with the evidence of their
growing penises. Worse, it was time for them to advance to their next
step in this mortifying scenario. They shared a deep kiss, parting just
enough that their audience could see their tongues flickering against
each other. They took turns ducking their heads down to lap each
other's nipples. Walter's were left bare by his sparkly vest. He
pushed up the front of Larry's abbreviated top to expose his. The
second man's chest was hairless too. His wife also made him keep his
body smooth all over. Soon their dicks were at their maximum,
unimpressive sizes. The fronts of Walter's flimsy shorts and Larry's
skimpy panties showed wet spots. Mara pointed out those pecker tracks
to further amplify the men's disgrace.
"Well," said Cheshire. "Such a disgusting display calls for some
punishment. I mean, married men hiding their fag sides and then acting
them out in front of us and our friends."
"If we just had something to use to chastise them with," Mara lamented.
"You know," Kari said as she reached again into her copious bag, "we
might be able to help."
"Could you use..." Nay produced a bamboo rod from her own bag.
"...this?"
"That might just do the trick," Mara decided with a malicious grin.
"And there's one for each of us," Cheshire enthused. "Though of course
we'd want to share them with you ladies. We provide the bottoms and you
provide the instruments to mark them with."
Walter and Larry, holding onto each other's upper arms, were horrified.
Their wives had them sink down without releasing their grips, so that
they ended on their knees, face-to-face. Then they let go and get their
chins on the carpet, with their tails in the air . Each wife accepted a
rod from one of the visitors and took up a position behind her spouse.
They gave a few test swings through the air.
"For being so dishonest with us," Mara declared, "you girly boys are
going to get your asses striped."
"And for acting so brazen in front of our friends," Cheshire added,
"you're going to get it extra hard."
"Bare your behinds. NOW!"
The guys uncovered their twitching backsides, lowering their coverings
to mid-thigh. They were in such a humiliating posture. And they each
had to look right into the other's face. They briefly had memories of
when they'd been single, how they had planned to find Asian wives, and
their expectations that the women would be shy and so grateful to have
them for husbands. What had gone wrong? Before they could think
further the first blows fell. The two women swung at the same time,
each laying her bamboo across two reluctantly offered cheeks. The men
wailed loudly and all the women laughed. Almost immediately red lines
darkened across pale flesh. The guys stared at each other in horror.
Without giving them time to recover, their brides swung again, producing
more cries of pain and a second pair of dark ribbons.
While the males fought back tears, the women let them suffer the anxiety
of waiting. Mara and Cheshire retrieved their wine glasses and took
leisurely sips as their husbands looked up at them fearfully. The
females returned to their spots and lightly tapped the smarting bottoms
with the canes, as if selecting the best place to strike next. Walter
sniffled. Larry whimpered. Mara struck and then Cheshire, one after
the other, producing two surprised yelps in rapid succession. The guys
squirmed but knew better than to break away from their positions and
risk some even worse reprisal for disobedience. In no hurry, the bamboo
bearers delivered slash after slash with plenty of time in between. The
agony of waiting was almost as bad as the penetrating sensations.
Eventually each bottom bore a dozen vivid red lines.
"That wasn't so bad," Mara lied.
"A real man wouldn't even have flinched," Cheshire added.
Sobbing and shivering, the husbands waited for what came next. Their
anxiety mounted.
"Now it's our guests turn to use these canes they were so thoughtful to
bring. It's only fair that they get to take a turn. Isn't that right,
Won Ton?"
"Don't you agree, Lo Mein?"
Of course the caned sissies didn't consider it fair. Their wives were
simply playing mind games with them.
Terrified of saying the wrong thing, Walter said between shuddering
breaths, "Yes, dearest."
Larry backed him up with, "You're right, darling."
The wives chuckled at their men's defeated attitude. They handed the
canes over to their visitors, who put themselves behind the cowering
guys, admiring the damage already done to their sitters. Kari squatted
down and bounced the bamboo against the soles of Walter's feet,
wordlessly letting him know that she could strike there if it pleased
her. Nay bent far forward to land light experimental blows against the
backs of Larry's thighs. The vulnerable bottoms of the feet or
sensitive backs of the upper legs would hurt even more than their rumps
if they were targeted. The husbands' eyes went wide and they could see
the abject fear on each other's faces. But then the women straightened
and focused on the better padded sites.
Moments later those stinging bums were acquiring new stripes and their
owners were weeping uncontrollably. Then they began to babble. Their
displays were made even more ego-crushing as they each had a close-up
view of the other's features. Not until they were a couple of
blubbering messes did the women stop swinging.
"Look at that," Kari observed. "Their eye make-up is running."
"It's like they're crying black tears," noted Nay, silently admiring the
wives' forethought in applying extra eye liner to create this effect.
"I think I have some cosmetics in my bag."
"Me too. We can give them a makeover, if their wives don't mind."
"Help yourselves," Mara offered.
"Do as much as you please," Cheshire encouraged. "Make them super-
pretty."
From those seemingly bottomless bags the women brought out half a dozen
items each, which they lined up on the coffee table. Then they sat
cross-legged alongside the sniveling men, who they made sit up on their
haunches. It was disturbing for the husbands to be so close to those
seductive women in their current circumstances.
"Poor babies," Kari mock-sympathized.
"With their burning buns," Nay went on, pouting to feign emotion she
didn't actually feel.
First they cleaned off all the old cosmetics and then applied a heavy
coat of chalky white foundation. Truth be known, it was stage make-up,
a variety called 'clown white'. Then they applied Kabuki style looks,
giving the men short dashes for eyebrows, shading on either side of the
bridge of the nose to make it appear narrower, and red rosebud lips.
There were a few more touches of shadows to complete the job. When
Walter and Larry looked at each other they were shocked to see their new
appearances. It robbed them not only of their masculinity but also of
their basic identities. And the women were continuing to drink wine and
grow giddy.
"So," Mara said with amusement. "You girls should thank these ladies
for making you look so lovely. Why don't you show your thanks by..."
"By kissing their boots," Cheshire finished for her. They both giggled
at that idea.
The two face painters pointed to their footwear, colorful boots of some
sort of plastic. That made the husbands drop down and bring their faces
close to the shiny surfaces. Obviously this was one more act they
didn't wish to perform. There was the expected hesitancy, followed by
the inevitable capitulation. They pressed their lips to the toes of the
proffered footwear and kissed them noisily, then worked their way up to
the tops, which were just below the knees. The women appeared to expect
more, so the feminized husbands worked their way back down. The women
chuckled at their obedience and sat on the couch. They crossed their
legs and resumed drinking wine, poured from a fresh bottle. The
sissified males had to continue their boot worship, Walter choosing
Kari's foot that rested on the carpet and Larry going for Nay's elevated
one. The well controlled guys held onto the objects of their unnatural
attention, lavishing them with kisses and licking their slick surfaces.
Kari adjusted her foot and snapped at Walter to clean the sole of her
boot. Not to be outdone, Nay snarled at Larry that he'd better get busy
sucking clean her heel. He took the three inches into his mouth and, in
the depths of submission, desperate to please, vigorously fellated it.
Not until all four boots had been thoroughly heel-and-sole cleaned were
the men allowed to stop. The make-up around their well used mouths
needed to be repaired. The women had fully enjoyed the scene and were
now at a fever pitch, fueled by lust and alcohol.
"So," Mara decided, "you two were always horny to have nice manageable
Asian girls to satisfy your selfish needs. And now you ARE those
girls."
"The next step is obvious," Cheshire continued. "You can do for each
other what we have no intention of doing for you... ever. So let's get
down to it. Stand up and take those shorts and panties the rest of the
way off. But leave your tops on because they work perfectly for that
girly look I know you pansies both love."
This was exactly what Walter had dreaded. Even as he got out of his
shorts and watched his old friend lose his panties, his mind was
spinning, trying to come up with some way to avoid the most extreme
insult yet. Plus he hated that the wives were acting like it was
something their spouses desired. The foursome watched avidly and
murmured their approval. Once the shorts and panties had been
confiscated, the two husbands stood there awkwardly facing each other.
"Well," said Mara. "Get going. Start with some nipple action."
"Yeah. You two have such sensitive ones, just like a couple of horny
girls."
"And then move on to dickie-sucky."
The guys reached for each other's chests and began to diddle their
receptive nipples. Walter gasped. Larry moaned. Their long period of
being aroused and denied caught up with them. Suddenly they both had
straining erections, small but taut. With slight encouragement from
Kari they were wetting their fingers for added stimulation. Then Nay
got them licking and sucking those sensitive chest areas. The men
exchanged looks, seeing their last hope of reprieve slip away, to be
replaced with uncontrollable need. All at once they were kissing,
tongues sliding across each other and probing deep. Then Larry sank to
his knees, kissing his way down Walter's body to his hairless crotch.
Walter's rigid penis bumped the underside of Larry's chin, and the
kneeling figure held it and rubbed his cheek against it.
Walter groaned and got down in front of Larry. Their mouths met for
another wet busy kiss. Larry nibbled Walter's lips. Walter bit Larry's
neck. The women chortled and urged them to do more.
"Go on, Won Ton."
"You know what you want, Lo Mein."
Getting onto their sides, the guys arranged themselves facing each
other's crotches. They were fast approaching the point of no turning
back. Even though they wanted to stop, the momentum had become too
great. Almost without realizing they were doing it, they fastened their
mouths over each other's small penises. The women applauded. There was
much moaning from the floor, accompanied by loud sucking sounds. Walter
clutched Larry's soft ass cheeks. Larry dug his fingers in Walter's
hairless thighs. They went at it frantically, like a couple of young
lovers who just couldn't wait. All at once they were grunting, as their
bodies spasmed, followed by choking sounds.
"My husband always did come too soon," Mara offered.
"Same here," Cheshire confirmed. "So I guess they're perfect for each
other, as sissy lovers."
The men lay there, shame-faced, red bottoms on display, gagging down
spunk, trembling as they clung together. They were told to stay that
way and that they should lick clean the penises they had just serviced,
as well as kissing them and nuzzling them. While they performed those
emasculating tasks, the women sipped their wine and resumed chatting.
"I'm really glad," Kari said, "that you had me over here to see all
this. I have a guy I'm dating who would be perfect to turn into a wimp
pansy husband. Already I have him hooked on my hand jobs, and last
night I made him finish stroking his little dick himself." She tittered
at the mental image that called up. "I've even bought some panties for
him to wear next time while he does it. They have an open crotch so he
can whack off while he's wearing them."
"Wow," Nay enthused. "Do you think it'll work?"
"Sure. I'll just tell him it'll be so erotic and that I'll get totally
turned on when he does it. He keeps hinting that I might want to be
super-submissive to him, the way I used to pretend to be. But that's
never going to happen again. I just dangle the possibility over his
head."
"And you could give him a funny new name, like Won Ton or Lo Mein," Nay
suggested, nodding toward the mortified pair on the carpet.
"You know, I'm thinking of him more like a house pet. My domesticated
possession, to dress up and play nasty games with. So I'm thinking of
calling him Monkey. Or maybe Miss Monkey, since he'll be wearing lots
of girly stuff. He's got a brother who is jealous of his Asian
girlfriend, because my boyfriend is lying and telling him I'm a passive
geisha. If you'd like an introduction..."
"Do it," Mara encouraged. "Before long we'd have two sets of sissy
husbands."
"And," Cheshire said with a smile, "it's so much fun when they blame
each other for ending up under our thumbs. We never get tired of
reminding our wusses that they couldn't have ended up this way without
their shared fantasy of sweet obedient Asian wives. And now look at
them." She made kissing noises at the husbands. "A couple of sissy
sweeties who just swallowed each other's cream. Ha!"
"Plus, this pair will be getting up close and personal together a lot
from here on. But right now I think we've all had enough to drink
that none of you should drive. There are two bedrooms in this house and
both our husbands have lots of practice eating pussy. I've been eager
try out Lo Mein's mouth ever since Cheshire bragged about some of the
tricks she's taught him to perform in bed, when his head is between her
thighs."
"I'm ready to take a test drive on Won Ton's face, too," Cheshire
announced with devilish glee. "So how about if we pair off, with two
girls for each sissy, and let them earn their keep."
"Can we trade them back and forth?" Kari wanted to know.
"Sure," Mara agreed. "They can go from one bedroom to the other on
their hands and knees. And when they pass in the hallway they have to
share long deep kisses."
"Pussy flavored kisses," Cheshire said merrily.
"When we're done with them for the night they can be stuffed into the
hall closet together, between my leather jacket and the cheap fur coat
my husband bought me back before I took control of our finances and had
all his credit cards cancelled, to be replaced by ones in my name, my
maiden name, which I'm using now. And naturally, I arranged to have
his pay deposited directly into my private account. Now he has to beg
for lunch money when he goes to his boring but well paying office job...
wearing panties and stockings under his slacks."
"Wow," Nay said. "There's so much you can do to them. Once I get
Monkey trained, I'm going to make him visit a site I found on my
computer, when I was looking for hints on how to handle him. It's all
these really wild stories about men being turned into sissies and things
like that. Story Mania or something. I'll have him read a bunch of
them and leave reviews. He'll have to say how much he loves what
they're about. And that he wants those things to happen to him."
"Terrific," congratulated Cheshire.
"And you can definitely give me that introduction to Monkey's brother,"
Kari declared. "This is going to be so much fun."
"It is," Mara assured them. "And after these two pale orchids..." She
gestured toward the helpless men. "...spend a few hours serving us in
bed, and then the rest of the night crammed together in the closet,
thinking about what they did with each other and how much they enjoyed
it, they're going to have trouble deciding what their gender identities
are. They'll be so confused and we can keep them that way and even make
it more extreme. So let's get started."
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(Thanks to the readers who took the time to leave reviews on some of my
older stories. That especially includes you, M.)
Jerri
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