10 August 2014

Sissy Husbands - Shopping

By: Throne

Tammy and Ronette (formerly Tommy and Ron) were herded into the garage
by their wives, Jane and Kate.  The husbands looked rather alike, with
their short stature, slender bodies, and absolute lack of any hair below
their eyebrows, which were subtly shaped by careful plucking.  They also
both had longish hair, nearly collar length, and conservative but
noticeable touches of make-up.  Both of them wore hints of eye shadow
and a coating of lip gloss, the latter in a shade called Titty Pink.

As if that wasn't enough to humiliate them, there were their clothes.
They each had on a snug sleeveless top that might have been meant for a
man... or a woman.  Worse, they were wearing tights that hugged their
legs and outlined their cherubic bottom cheeks.  On their feet were
bright slip-ons.  Each carried a colorful change purse.

Tammy looked at Jane and said, remembering to keep his voice high and
soft, "Pleeese, dear, don't make us go out like this."

"Yes," Ronette seconded, "not where people will see us."

"Now girls," Jane said reasonably, "it's just a little shopping trip."

"That's right," Kate agreed.  "You should be proud of what total sissies
you two have become."

"B... but..." Tammy managed to get out, sounding ready to cry.  "All we
wanted... was to dress up... a little bit... at home."

"Too bad," his wife told him firmly.  "You started it and we're taking
it the rest of the way.  After all, if you want to play fashion games,
why not do the job right?"

Kate picked up the thread with, "Anyway, since the two of you fairies
have tiny dicks and empty your little balls before you get all the way
into a pussy, you don't deserve hot wives like us.  At least not as bed
partners.  Now, as your Mistresses, we're perfect.  Don't the pair of
you think so?"

Defeated, as they always were when they tried to stand up for
themselves, the peculiar looking men let their heads hang down and
mumbled in unison, "Yes, Mistress."

"Well then," she went on with a grin, "into the car and let's get to
where we're going."

The husbands wanted to ask where that would be, but by then they had
given up trying to assert themselves.  And their brides were, as Kate
had pointed out, hot wives.  Both of the females were taller than their
spouses and boasted voluptuous figures, shapely limbs, and long hair.
They had cute youthful faces, as innocent as their bodies were
seductive.  Men couldn't keep from staring at them, so whenever they
went out with their husbands, Tommy and Ron were painfully aware of all
the attention their wives attracted.  But usually, when they left the
house, T and R were in male outfits.  This was a first for them, being
outside in their sissy identities, and they were consumed by fear of
being seen.

Once the guys were in the back seat, each sitting with knees together
and hands on laps, the way they had been taught, Jane raised the
automatic garage door and drove into the night.  She and Kate chatted
about several of their favorite male movie stars, speculating on how
large their cocks might be and what expert lovers they probably would be
in bed.  T and R squirmed with discomfort.  They suspected that it would
only be a matter of time before their wives began to cheat on them.  The
guys peered out the windows, trying to figure out where they were
headed.  Jane got onto a highway and headed for a nearby consumer hub
where several shopping centers surrounded a major mall.  She reached
that area and pulled off the main artery, into the lot of... Mall Mart,
that huge store that carries a wide variety of merchandise.

After she parked, the women got out and waited for their husbands.
Reluctantly, the sissified pair revealed themselves.  They meekly
followed their wives to the well lit entrance, where they drew curious
glances.  As soon as they were inside, the wives stopped and faced them.

"Now," Jane said, "there's some money in each of your little purses for
the items you're going to buy."

"And," Kate added, "a list of what you have to get."

"So," Jane concluded, "we'll be browsing a few departments and you can
meet us near the check-out in about... an hour."

The husbands gaped at each other.  They had to be out in public for an
entire sixty minutes?  They turned pleading eyes to their wives, who
merely snickered and strolled away from them.  Feeling vulnerable and
uncomfortable, the sissies hesitantly opened their small purses and
fished out the lists.

Tammy moaned and whispered, "I have to buy LIPSTICK."

Ronette whimpered and told him softly, "You think that's bad?  My list
starts with... a feminine hygiene product."

Dazed by what they were being put through, they nevertheless had to get
busy.  There were a half dozen items on each list and a quick comparison
showed them that there were no duplications.  Plus, notes at the bottom
told them, they had to make their selections in the order they were
listed, taking turns.  Without working out the details, they were pretty
sure the lists were arranged to keep them going back and forth,
traversing the length and width of the vast store over and over.

As they set out, trying to spot the cosmetics counter, they passed a
couple of tough looking young men in T-shirts and worn jeans, who
sneered at them and shook their heads in disgust.  Without thinking,
Ronette clutched Tammy's arm, but Tammy shook free of him, hissing,
"Don't make it worse."

Their lists included panties, perfume, earrings, hair products, and
nothing that a man would purchase for himself... unless he was a sissy.
It was going to be a long hour.

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7 comments:

  1. Story was very sweet and cute. The ladies have the men exactly where they want them, as all of US men should be, under our wives complete control.

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  2. My wife has also enjoyed having me shop while dressed in humiliating attire. She often makes me write about my experiences on the " Experience Project " website under the author's name "MaidToCurtsey"

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  3. My wife has made go out dressed a couple of times, One was a number of years ago. I had to stand outside by her while she called her mother from a pay phone, and she had me fully dressed in a mini skirted dress. She talked to her mother for ten minutes and counted out loud the number of cars that went by and could see me.

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  4. My sissy husband buys all my feminine products and we always discuss what he has bought. He also loves to buy cosmetics for him/her self...he darkens his face with face powder and looks very Hispanic. I recently bought him some skirts and summer dresses and pantyhose and heels. She is so cute, especially round big strong black men who always chat her up when we go clubbing together. She's such a tease, but she belongs to me.

    Zoe Barclay

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  5. Jayne, my sissy husband, was serving breakfast to me and my new black lover called Jason. She was dressed in her morning uniform of pink candy stripe dress, wide white belt, panty hose and heels...hair left loose and down to her shoulder blades...silver ear rings. "Good morning sir. May I get you a coffee?" "Thanks Jayne....morning Zoe..you look great." "Thanks babe. Are you getting dressed any time soon?" "Haha...sorry thought you liked me in just my pants....you'lll embarrass poor Jayne, you do look great though !" "Here's your coffee sir...is that all Ma'am?" "Yes Jayne, go and finish your morning chores."

    Jayne went upstairs to tidy the master bedroom and make the bed. He checked that any clothes were hung in the wardrobe and the loo was flushed and clean. He then came downstairs...curtsied as we ate our breakfast and waited for further orders with her eyes looking down..to avoid staring at us.

    When Jason had gone off to work I told Jayne o follow me upstairs. She helped me pack my suitcase for a 2 month trip to New York....she knew what I would need and was a very efficient packer. "Now be a good girl whilst |'m on this work trip, babe. Jason will check up on you, and my friend Katy from next door will supervise you...you answer to her ok?" "I can look after myself ma'am...can't I just be on my own." "We've talked about this, Jayne, you need to answer to a woman...she'll make sure you eat properly, supervise bed time at 9.00 pm...check you clean your teeth...noa don't argue and take this case downstairs and telephone a cab for me..ok?" "yes, Miss Zoe...it's just I miss you and Katy can be mean." "Katy is your better..if she is mean it is because you have been naughty...ok?"

    It is important I look after Jayne, after all she is my responsibility.

    Zoe Barcaly

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  6. Three summers ago for our anniversary, my wife bought me some clothes designed to show everyone that her previously controlling husband was no longer the boss and she was now in control.

    Sometimes to show she is now my superior, she will make me wear light makeup and glued on nails . She then makes me go shopping with her at a mall or shopping center a distance from our home. To maximize my humiliation she will often add my anniversary gift which included:

    A ballet pink T-shirt she designed online that says “ MY WIFE WEARS THE PANTS IN OUR HOUSE AND SHE MAKES ME WEAR THE PANTIES on the front and back.
    -Very short shorts or a very, very short flowered maroon skirt.
    -Knee socks with loafers or women’s heels

    In cooler weather or as a special punishment I have had to wear pink tights and heels to show off my shaved legs. This is now her favorite outfit for me since when I wear it I seem to get a lot more teasing from the females we meet. She says that is because they are jealous of my long, skinny, girly legs.

    With her at my side we walk around with me carrying a purse with her holding my other hand. This allows her to guide me away from men and towards groups of girls or female shoppers. Thankfully, I can depend on her to tell any men who want to make fun of me to leave me alone since I lost a bet to her. On my chest, I wear a small button that she bought “SHE WON THE BET ! !

    On the other hand, she loves it as I hang my head in shame when women discover her little sissy husband. To add to my agony, when they ask why I’m dressed that way she makes me explain to them that she’s in charge and she wants me to feel what it is like to be submissive and on display like a woman or girl. An awful lot women have been encouraged by my wife to tease me to make me pay for my controlling past along with the abuses they have suffered at the hands of men. I have been reduced to tears more than once by a group of girls who always have the final laugh when I am ordered to curtsy to my tormentors and thank them for helping with my training.

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