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"Time to get you ready for a weekend of fun, Little Miss Muffin," Renee
told her husband.
He was lying next to her in bed. It had been bad enough, sleeping in a
satiny negligee, with its smoothness teasing his hairless skin. Did she
really have to do more to him this morning?
He pouted and said, "Do you really have to do more to me this morning?"
"I certainly do." She propped herself up on one elbow. "We have a busy
Saturday morning ahead of us."
Lyle McGuffin sat up in bed. His shoulder-length, blond hair was pulled
back into a ponytail. He had a smooth complexion because his beard had
been permanently removed. As he got up, his filmy feminine sleepwear
showed off how trim his figure was. Then his wife slipped out of bed.
Renee was of average height, which made her a few inches taller than her
husband. She had a rounded face, framed by long honey-colored hair.
Her figure was curvy, a fact that couldn't be concealed by the loose,
short-sleeved pajamas she wore. The top was partly unbuttoned, allowing
Lyle to ogle her deep cleavage.
She asked, "Is somebody checking out my boobies?"
He blushed slightly. "I'm sorry," he answered in the soft voice he was
required to use. "It's just that, with us not having sex..."
"Sweetie," she pointed out, "we have all the sex I want."
"I meant... you know... intercourse."
"Yes. It's been a while since we did that, hasn't it?" She smiled
mischievously. "But you're so good with your lips and tongue, that I
don't need you poking me with your dickie." When he started to say
something else, she silenced him by holding up her hand, palm toward
him. "Do we have to have that same old conversation about Mr. Dickson
being too small to fill the job requirements, so to speak?"
"I..." He never had a good answer for that. His penis was laughably
short and proportionately slender. "No, dear."
"That's my good little Muffin. Let's get you some breakfast. Into the
kitchen, Muffy."
"Renee, if you could just call me..."
This time, all it took was for her to raise her eyebrows, before he fell
silent. "Poor baby. You get so upset by that cute name change I gave
you. It's just that your male name doesn't work anymore, not since I
turned you into my sissy." She giggled. "It made perfect sense to
change from Lyle McGuffin to Little Miss Muffin." She reached out to
adjust his negligee straps on his narrow shoulders. "Doesn't it?"
He lowered his eyes. There was no point in arguing with her, not since
she had shattered his male ego and scattered the pieces so much that he
couldn't reassemble them. Lyle could no longer summon up his old
willpower, of which there hadn't been much to begin with. His wife had
made a hobby of feminizing and enslaving him, and he was helpless to do
anything about it.
Lyle took a deep breath and said, "Yes, dear. It makes sense."
She loosened his hair and ran a brush through it, then rearranged it
into two tails at the sides of his head. Renee gave his nipples some
playful teasing, through the material of his negligee, which made him
squirm and moan. His small penis started to get hard, but she stopped
before it reached its full but unimpressive size. She took his hand and
walked him out of the bedroom, as if he needed to be led.
In the kitchen, she guided him to a chair at the table. He sat with his
knees demurely together, hands folded in his lap. Behind his back, she
smirked at how ladylike he had become. Playing with his mind and
conditioning him was so much fun. She served him a bowl of high fiber
cereal, topped with blueberries, and accompanied by a serving of stewed
prunes.
Renee told him, "Have to keep my girl regular. You've been doing so
well with your potty visits."
He wanted to protest that she didn't need to monitor his bathroom
activity, but instead accepted it without protest. She saw what was
happening and gloated silently over his wordless defeat. Renee even
insisted on spooning the prunes into his mouth. To end the meal, she
gave him a several cups of tepid tea, reminding him that hot beverages
were - supposedly - too much for his delicate tummy to handle. He
accepted it all. Then it was time to get changed.
Back in the bedroom, Renee cooed and oohed as she considered items for
him to wear. What she settled on was a pink, cropped top and pale-red
shorts. The former had slim shoulder ties that could be put into bows,
and had a ruffled effect that would make it spread out. His smooth
belly would be left uncovered. The shorts were of soft terrycloth that
would mold itself to his bottom, and show the inadequacy of his male
parts in front. Mini-pom-poms dangled around the leg holes. Along
with all that came a headband which matched the top and featured a big
bow, to be positioned off-center. She even provided him with ballet
slippers in the same color.
It was painfully shameful, but he got out of his negligee (which at
least could be worn by and adult) and into the silly outfit (which was
fit for a toddler but made in adult sizes). Renee fussed with
everything, giggling and telling him how sweet he looked, like a doting
mommy. Lyle sulked until she mentioned that his 'boo-boo face' might
cost him a spanking. Once he was dressed, she had him mince around with
his hands at shoulder height and wrists limp. He resembled a little
girl demonstrating her idea of how an adult female moves.
"That's my Little Miss Muffin," Renee praised. "Now do that turnaround
you've been practicing. Go on, Muffy."
A shiver of shame ran through him. What she wanted was part of a mini-
routine he had been rehearsing, one he hoped never to have to perform
for anyone else. Trying not to let his displeasure show, because the
thought of a possible spanking was still in the forefront of his mind,
he made small movements of his slipper-shod feet, that pivoted him
around until he was back to where he had started. Renee held her hands
in front of her, fingers uppermost, and clapped.
"Let me slip into something comfy," she said, "and then we'll make up a
tray of nibbles."
That wasn't good. If she was getting dressed and snacks had to be
readied, it meant visitors were coming. It would probably be her good
friends, Claire and Luna, older and rather matronly. His stomach
lurched at the thought. After his peristalsis-promoting meal and
bladder busting portions of tea, he didn't need any emotional stress on
his digestive system. She had him don large rubber gloves to wash a
half-a-sink-full of dishes. While he did that, she returned to the
bedroom. As he was putting the last dessert plate into the drainer, she
reappeared. Renee had on a retro blouse that tied under her plump bust,
and skintight toreador pants that emphasized her round protruding bottom
and full shapely legs. The look was completed with several pieces of
reproduction, mid-century jewelry, and pointy-toed shoes with two-inch
heels. Her hair was in a chignon and her make-up was distinctly 1950s.
She put her hands on her hips and wanted to know, "How do I look?"
How she looked was ready to be undressed and taken to bed. Instead of
that, Lyle thought of her undressing herself, so he could provide oral
service, and lots of it. That was how well she had reprogrammed his sex
drive. Telling him to take off the yellow kitchen gloves, she consulted
her slim wristwatch and hurried him into the bedroom. When she applied
rouge and lipstick, Renee intentionally overdid it, so it reinforced his
juvenile image. She gave him an air kiss, which allowed him a peek down
the front of her top.
They went to the kitchen and he filled a three-tiered tray with cookies,
candy and mini-pastries. Renee started a pot of coffee brewing. She
held the tray by a ring at its top and carried it to the living room, as
if Lyle couldn't be trusted with the simple job, then set it on the low
table in front of the sofa. She had her husband go around the room,
fluffing up the throw pillows on the sofa and chairs. He was just
finishing that when the doorbell chimed. His arms crossed over his bare
belly and he got his hands on his elbows. His chin dipped down. Renee
enjoyed reading his body language, especially when it broadcasted a
state of discomfort.
Speaking gently, she instructed, "Go and answer the door, Miss Muffin."
He cringed, but then straightened up and put his hands by his sides.
Poor behavior, or even just a bad attitude, could result in punishment.
A spanking was bad enough, but if it was followed by a butt plug, lubed
with hot sauce, it was so much worse. He went to the door and opened
it. There stood Claire and Luna. Both were tall and full-figured and
dressed in neat skirt suits. They had practical shoes. Their hair,
Claire's a washed out blond and Luna's black with streaks of grey at the
temples, was worn up in tight buns. They made Lyle think of stern
librarians, as envisioned by Central Casting for old movies. Each of
them carried a large shoulder bag. As they passed, he smelled soap and
shampoo and flowery perfume. He closed the door and, with them eyeing
him, executed a deep curtsey that required him to pretend he was holding
the hem of a skirt. He was aware of how the snug shorts drew attention
to the minimal filling in their crotch.
"Hello, girls," Renee said cheerily. "Please sit down. Would you like
some tea or coffee?"
The full-figured females made themselves comfortable, one on the sofa
and the other in a wingback chair. They accepted the offer of coffee.
Renee took Lyle to the kitchen with her. She prepared two cups and
saucers, and set them on a tray, with cream and sugar. There were also
three small plates. There was a third cup for herself, which didn't
join the others. This time, her husband was allowed to do the carrying.
He bent over before each of the guests and then his wife, so they could
add whatever they wished to their coffee. He also gave each of them an
empty plate. Then he returned the tray to the kitchen. As soon as he
came back, Renee motioned toward the toothsome snacks, to let him know
to start taking them around. She sipped her coffee. He salivated,
wishing he could have some, but, as Muffin, he was not allowed any
'grown-up' drinks. Weak tea was the best he could hope for. Speaking
of that, his need to visit the lavatory was growing. The problem was
that he wasn't permitted to go there without asking first, and when he
dared to do that, his wife inevitably made him feel like he was being
difficult.
Once he had taken the snacks around and the three ladies had selected
what they wanted and put it on their plates, he placed the tray back on
the table. He turned to his wife, to see if she needed him to do
anything else. Maybe she would let him wait in another room. Or even
excuse him altogether. Instead, she shifted her attention to the
visitors.
"Would you ladies like to hear a little poem my Muffin has learned to
recite, complete with choreography?"
"Oh, yes," said Claire.
"Definitely," seconded Luna.
Oh no. Lyle had to struggle not to burst out in tears. He stood there
in his mortifying outfit, wishing he could run away and hide. His wife
nodded toward the center of the room, where he was expected to take up
his position. Lyle did it, hands at his sides, like a reluctant
participant in a grade school presentation.
He began, in a singsong voice, "I'm a dancing muffin, soft and sweet."
That was accompanied by a silly dance step that involved raising high
one foot and then the other. "These are my hands, those are my feet."
As he spoke the lines, he elevated his hands and shook them, then lifted
each foot to wiggle it. "I like to swing and sway, like a little tree."
He acted out those words, much to his humiliation. "Then I turn around,
one-two-three." He did the ridiculous movement that Renee had made him
demonstrate earlier. The remains of his pride sank to a new low.
Claire and Luna applauded politely. They were relishing his utter
disgrace. Lyle gave them a closing curtsey, even deeper than before,
and stood there with his cheeks bright pink.
"Very good, Little Miss Muffin," said Claire.
"You show lots of promise," lied Luna.
He could barely form the words, "Thank you, ladies," delivered in his
most fluting voice.
Renee again checked her watch. "I would love to stay and chat, but my
friend will be here any minute to pick me up. I'm so grateful that the
two of you agreed to come over and keep an eye on Muffy."
"No problem," Claire assured her.
"It will be our pleasure," Luna said with too much enthusiasm.
"I remember all your instructions," Claire stated. She checked Lyle,
who was shifting from foot to foot, his insides making ever stronger
demands for a trip to the toilet. "Especially about her bathroom
visits."
"And we won't let her get away with any misbehavior," Luna mentioned.
"If the princess needs a spanking, she will certainly get one. Or any
of those other punishments you described."
"Plus," Claire added, patting her copious bag, "I brought along a few
items to administer special discipline... if needed."
"As did I," Luna said, stroking the leather flap on her own oversized
bag.
There was a loud rapping on the door. Lyle's lips moved but he couldn't
put any volume behind whatever he was trying to say. Renee rose,
looking stunning. She went to the door, opened it, and greeted someone.
A deep male voice answered. She called back a 'goodbye' and was gone.
Renee's two older friends, who Lyle now realized were his sitters, got
up and came to him. He was caught between two tall, imposing women of
considerable dimensions. Their heavy busts crowded in on him. He
whimpered.
"We're going to have a lovely time together," Claire said with
confidence. "From now until Monday morning."
What? His wife was going to spend the rest of the weekend -- with
overnights -- in the company of some man, and he didn't even know who it
was?
"And Renee said we can ignore your usual bedtime, Muffin," Luna informed
him. "That will be helpful if we need extra time, to help you learn to
be good."
"Even if it takes all night," concluded Claire.
"I..." He could barely speak. "Really have to go potty."
'"Oh my," Luna said with a look of regret. "Muffin didn't say please.
That earns her one punishment."
"Hey, you're not being fair," he objected.
"And giving us backtalk," Claire noted with a shake of her head.
"That's going to cost her some very special correction."
The women each took one of the hair-tails at the sides of his head, and
walked him toward the bathroom. He would have to be very careful not to
give them cause to apply even more discipline. It was important to
follow their every instruction quickly and without complaint, or even a
trace of reluctance, no matter what they wanted from him. But Lyle had
a bad feeling that, no matter how hard he tried, he would be doing lots
of suffering, squealing and submitting.
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(Let's draw a curtain of discretion over this tense scene. What do YOU
think will happen to Little Miss Muffin between now and when Renee
returns?)
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