Prissy Sissybits

By: Throne


Miya had invited three of her closest lady friends to her house on a
Friday evening.  She told them that she would be serving wine, and that
there was a special surprise in store for them.  Her invitees,  Candice,
Amber and Brie, were curious to learn what she had planned.  They called
each other and wondered if she had finally taken steps to deal with her
annoying husband, Prentice.  Miya only revealed that it had to do with
his longstanding request that she agree to a certain something to
satisfy a personal kink of his.  She told them to dress sexy and be
prepared to stay late.  All of them were intrigued.

When they got there everything looked normal.  The couple's suburban
home was neat and clean, as usual.   As they settled themselves into the
long narrow den, on two couches that faced each other, they noticed
there were no wine bottles or glasses in sight.  Once they were all
comfortable, Miya got up and gave them a sly smile.

"So," she said cheerily, "I know you're all eager to discover why you're
here."

She was an attractive young woman, slender but with an overly full bust.
The girls had known her since their teens and seen her in the school
locker room, so they knew that her big round breasts were totally
natural.  This evening they were well shown off by a curve-hugging knit
dress that ended at mid-thigh.  The other women were also good looking,
all of them being former cheerleaders like Miya.  They too were attired
to draw male attention.  Not that they expected there to be any of it to
attract.  They certainly didn't want to entice Prentice, if he was
there.  The man was a self-centered bore, one of those short and
unimpressive types who acted like he was every girl's dream.

As if reading that thought, Miya went on, "You're here to see how I've
reformed my husband.  I know he hit on all of you at one time or
another.  And whenever we went anywhere, he openly ogled every hot woman
in sight.  That was ironic because, frankly, he was a dud in bed.  I
mean, the man's penis is so small it's a joke.  Which was bad enough,
but he would always shoot off almost as soon as we got started.  And on
top of that, he was pestering me since we got married to have an
affair..."  She paused for effect.  "... with a woman.  That's right,
Prentice had a hidden hankering for girl-on-girl action, and he wanted
it to involve me.  So, with him being such a disappointment in the sex
department, I figured what the heck.  I mean, all of us tried some of
that when we were single.  Right?"

There were nods and smiles all around.  Each of them had fond memories
of their experiments with lesbianism.

"So I met someone on-line and we hooked up.  Except it turned out that
she wanted me all for herself.  And she had the resources to make that
happen.  With my cooperation she started making changes in my spouse's
life and I'm totally happy with the results.  Are you all ready to meet
the new Prentice?"

They gave her a chorus of affirmatives.  All of them glanced around the
room, as if he might be hiding in plain sight.

Miya told them,  "Good.  I think you're really going to approve of the
new him.  Oh, and are you all okay with white wine?"  When they agreed,
she took a silver bell from the end table and rang it, then called out,
"Prentice, dearest, my guests are ready to be served.  Step lively,
darling."

Moments later a bizarre and unexpected figure appeared.  At first glance
it appeared female, but closer looks convinced them it was indeed her
husband.  Prentice had his collar length hair cut and styled into a
pixie cut.  Cosmetics had been expertly applied to make his face lovely
and far from masculine.  He had on a maid's outfit made of pink satiny
material, complete with a lacy apron and cap.  His arms and legs were
mostly uncovered, the skirt so short that it exposed the bare tops of
his thighs, above color coordinated stockings that were held up by
garters.  Somehow his skin had been made noticeably smooth and obviously
hairless.  He moved into the center of the room, walking easily on three
inch high heels.  His shoes matched everything else and had ankle straps
that were held closed with tiny, heart-shaped padlocks.  He made eye
contact with each of the girls in turn, though it plainly caused him
embarrassment.  Prentice was carrying a round silver tray on which were
four glasses of wine.  He gave his wife a curtsy and began offering the
wine to her guests, who gave him examining looks as he served them.

The hostess said, "I want you all to meet Miss Prissy Sissybits.  My new
lover Charlotte, who did so much to make this happen, decided to call
him Prissy.  She felt that name would suit the personality his training
has given him.  Well, training and some mind drugs at the beginning.
The pills we slipped him made it possible to take some very
incriminating pictures of him in full sissy mode.  He was so fearful of
having them spread around, especially to his co-workers and family, that
we were able to get him to cooperate, step by step, until he became the
perfect little sissy you see before you."

Candice wanted to know, "But how does Prentice feel about it?"

"Not that it matters," Miya said offhandedly, "but he hates it."  She
chuckled and asked him, "Don't you, sweetness?"

He gave another curtsey and said, "Yes, Ma'am," his voice high and
whispery.

Brie asked, "Does he still go to work?"

"For now he does.  It's not really necessary, as Charlotte is fabulously
wealthy and could support us easily.  In fact, she's already offered.
But I'm having so much fun letting him go to work in his male clothes,
with lots of pretty lingerie on underneath.  You'll notice that his
eyebrows have been thinned and shaped.  And I make him wear a light coat
of lip gloss, along with clear nail polish.  He has to use plenty of
product on his hair to reshape it into something less girly.  Well, the
other guys can't miss that stuff.  And he had to quit going to the gym
with them because he doesn't own any men's underwear, and had his body
hair removed -- permanently.  They're all suspicious and he lives in
dread of them finding out what's going on."

"Wow," Amber marveled.  "So you're hitting the sheets with Charlotte.  I
mean, is he at least allowed to get his jollies from hearing about it,
the way he wanted in the first place?"

"Well," Miya answered with a smile, "yes and no.  My husband not only
gets to hear about our lovemaking, which by the way is incredibly
satisfying, but we like to have him in the room, in case we need
anything.  Like having more wine poured.  So he gets to watch, too.
Therefore yes, he gets his jollies... sort of."  When they all gave her
quizzical looks, she turned to Prentice and said, "Prissy, be a dear and
show my friends why your fantasy isn't quite as enjoyable as you'd
hoped."

He blushed vividly as he set the tray aside.  Prentice took the hem of
his short skirt delicately between thumbs and forefingers, hesitated,
then lifted it.  What the two girls on one side of the room saw made
them gasp.  He pivoted around carefully on his heels and showed the
other one.  She laughed out loud.  With his skirt up they could see that
his penis was securely locked inside a chastity tube, a pink plastic one
that appeared crushingly tight, even if his member was as small as Miya
had said.  He had on panties but they were cut-out in the front, so his
genitals protruded and his bald crotch was exposed.

"That is priceless," enthused Candice.

"Isn't it?  The poor baby can't even think about getting hard without
discomfort."

"But if he gets turned on by seeing you two together..." Brie began,
then brought her hand up to her suddenly smiling mouth.

"Exactly.  It's the biggest turn-on he's ever had, and it happens all
the time.  Not just when Charlotte and I are together, but when we're
talking dirty on the phone, or when he's told to go to her webpage and
sees all the photos of us out at lesbian hotspots.  She belongs to a
couple of private clubs that are super exciting."

"So," Amber said thoughtfully, "he's horny 24/7 and can't do diddly
about it."

"Correct.  And we help him stay that way by dressing up and flaunting
ourselves at him.  Not only can't he get off, but he can't even feel
like a proper man, not since he became Prissy.  Charlotte has had a few
guys in the past, but she just doesn't like them as bed partners.
However, the idea of one who's an involuntary sissy, who lusts after her
and is endlessly frustrated, that's her kink."  She smirked at her
spouse.  "Which makes this arrangement perfect for her and a lot less
than that for Miss Sissybits."

"Hey," Candice wanted to know, "is the 'sissy bits' part because...?"

"Because his junk is so tiny?  You got it.  Now every time we use that
name, it's a stinging reminder to him that he was inadequate for me, and
that him being that way helped earn him his new life.  And we make sure
to also remind him that he was always selfish in bed and a pig with
other women.  The perfect candidate to be turned into a sissy and owned
by two lezzies."

"Whoa." Brie was stimulated by all this.  She took Candice's hand and
stroked it.  "So, if two gals like Candy and I were to get back to our
old habits, and maybe swap some spit..."

"Oh my," said Miya with feigned concern.  "If excitable Prissy saw two
new girls getting busy with each other, I don't know what would happen.
Well," she corrected, "I do know one thing that would occur.  Prissy
would get all tantalized and her perpetual condition of blue balls would
be really aggravated."

Brie looked at Candice, who returned her gaze with happy assent.  The
two of them leaned toward each other and their lips met, at first softly
and warmly, then harder and with increasing heat.  Prentice could only
watch with pent up need and whimper from stymied urges.  His balls
pulled up snugly and his penis strained uselessly against its cage.
With a mind of their own, his hands came up and slid under the bodice
portion of his apron.  He used his fingers to stimulate his nipples
through the silky material of his uniform front.  Prentice moaned as he
played with those receptive points and licked his pink-tinted lips.  His
pinkly-shaded eyelids fluttered.  He rubbed his thighs together
impotently and squirmed his bottom.  When the two visitors began to run
their hands all over each other, he made tormented sounds while he
shifted his feet around, seeking relief that couldn't be found.

Amber got up and moved behind him.  She put her lips close to his ear
and seductively asked, "But you still want to be with a girl, don't you,
pansy boy?  Hmmm?"

Through clenched teeth he admitted, "Yes.  I want that so much."

"Well maybe this will help."  She reached under the back of his skirt
and found that those panties had only a thong in the rear.  As she
caressed his sleek soft buns she hissed in his ear, "I would just love
to take you to bed, sugar lips.  You'd like that, too.  Wouldn't you
love to put something stiff between my thighs?  Wouldn't that be
wonderful?"

"Oh, yes," he replied in a strained voice.  "I need that so much."

"Well, maybe it could be arranged."  She moved around so she could look
into his eyes.   "I'd love to feel my pussy full of your long...
stiff... probing -- tongue."

His expression of disappointment made her rock with laughter.  She gave
each of his buttocks a hard pinch and sat back down to drain her glass.
Miya ordered Prentice to take it to the kitchen for a refill.  Before he
left the room he longingly eyed the two females who were freely fondling
each other.

Miya said, "See what I did there?  Let him get all heated up and then
sent him away so he has to stop watching.  Charlotte and I just adore
doing that to the sad little wimp.  That girl definitely has a touch of
the man-hater in her.  Like I said, she can get along with guys, but
when she finds a nasty one like mine -- formerly nasty, I should say --
it sets off something inside her.  She takes endless pleasure in
inflicting small indignities and big humiliations."

"Like what?" Amber wanted to know.

The other two broke their embrace.  They were interested, too.

"Small stuff like when we're in bed and want to play with a dildo,
making him fetch it for us.  And then having the wuss warm it up by
holding it and pressing it against his chest or between his thighs.  For
some reason, that upsets him to no end.  So we make sure to do it every
chance we get."

"And the bigger stuff?" Amber prompted.

"That's easy.  When we're done using it, he has to clean it off."

"You mean like in the bathroom sink?  Or...?"

"I mean like in his mouth.  So that he gets to taste us without touching
us.  And it gives him one more reminder of the terrific sex we're
having, all the orgasms we enjoy, as compared to his complete lack of
ejaculations."

Prentice reappeared, holding the full glass by its stem.  He
respectfully handed it to Amber and added a deep curtsey.  She gave him
a dismissive wave of her hand and he went away to stand meekly in the
corner, facing outward.  As if he wasn't even there, his bride resumed
talking about him.

"Prissy Sissybits has turned into a fairly competent maid.  She does all
the cleaning, naturally.  That takes time, but she has more now that
she's not permitted any television privileges.  None of those football
or baseball games.  In fact, when Charlotte wants to watch them, he's
not allowed in the room for more than a few moments at a time.  Then
when he goes to work, he can't really join the boys in talking about
plays and scores and all."  She chuckled.  "I do the cooking.  Prissy
cleans up after meals.  But that has its advantages for her because
she's allowed to eat all our table scraps.  And even lick the plates
before she washes them.  It seems excessive to use the dishwasher all
the time when we have domestic help like her available."

"Anything else?"

Miya's husband was visibly shuddering as he waited to hear what other
shameful revelations would be shared.   His wife continued to ignore his
presence.

She went on, "It's nice to have our intimate underthings hand laundered.
Prissy likes to kiss the crotch of each pair of panties first.
Sometimes she even licks and sucks them.  You know, the girl is so
desperate for any sort of contact with a female body.  It's like one
direct touch of a pussy would make her spontaneously ejaculate.  I mean,
if she were still capable of that.  I suppose now that it would just
give her an added twinge of ball pain."  To Prentice she said, "Prissy,
I see two more glasses that need refilling.  I hope you're not trying to
earn a punishment, just to satisfy your perverted desires."

"No, Ma'am," he said as he quickly gathered the glasses and hurried from
the room, tottering slightly on his heels because he was rushing.

"Are you saying that he enjoys being... disciplined?"

Their hostess laughed.  "No.  He dreads it.  But we maintain this
fiction that he actually likes it."  She lowered her voice.  "We're
trying to see if we can eventually convince him that he get turned on by
it.  If we're dressed sexy and give each other a few kisses while we're
chastising him, he gets confused between which of his reactions is from
which source."  She checked her wristwatch.  "Charlotte should be here
soon, so you can see how she handles him, too."

Prentice returned with the two full glasses and gave them to the women.
His wife asked him to tell the girls what he had worn to bed last night.

He looked uncomfortable as he told them in his Prissy voice, "I wore a
lovely new baby doll nightie that the girls got for me.  It's
transparent, so they could see how well it showed off my body.  I also
had on stockings with stay-up elastic tops.  The nightie was pale peach
and the stockings were bright yellow.  Miya said I looked like a sissy
canary.  And she thought it was funny that I wasn't allowed to wear the
panties that went with the nighty, so my chastity showed really well
through it.  My... owners... like me to be reminded that I have a..."
He looked to his wife, as if he hoped she would tell him he'd said
enough.  But she simply nodded for him to continue.  "... like to remind
me that I have a tiny, useless, laughable, worthless dick."  He wrung
his hands in shame.  "And I remembered to thank them for getting me
something so pretty and feminine to put on."

The guests looked at each other in shared amazement at how he had been
made to humiliate himself.  It was obvious that he was sensitive about
his undersized endowment.  They had been mean girls in school, the
snooty type of cheerleaders, so they couldn't resist a chance to refresh
their old skills.

Candice said, "I guess with such a miniscule dick, you're glad to have
it hidden away like that."

"I'm sure he is," continued Brie.  "It's less embarrassing to be seen
looking like a sissy than to have anyone get to see his ridiculous
little pecker."

"It's like they're doing him a favor.  And being in chastity keeps him
from committing lots of self-abuse."  Too quickly for Prentice to think
about his reaction, she asked him, "So how often did you jerk off before
they locked up your silly dick?"

"Not that often," he said before he caught himself.  The damage had been
done.  Under his wife's critical stare he confessed haltingly, "I...
well... when they first started making out in front of me... and Miya
cut me off from sex... I kind of... sort of... "  He hung his head.
"Did it all the time."

His bride told him, "Prissy, you should always look at people when you
talk to them.  Now say it again, but with your eyes on theirs."

He hugged himself, but then put his arms at his sides before he could be
corrected for that, too.  Without lowering or averting his gaze, he told
the three of them, "After my wife started making out with Charlotte in
front of me... and because Miya cut me off from sex... I got to where I
was constantly, um, needing it and... I jerked off every day."  Prentice
looked like he was going to start sniffling and sobbing, he was so
upset.

"That's better," his wife said with condescending patience.  "Now I just
heard Charlotte's car pull up out front.  Why don't you greet her at the
door.  Make sure she can tell how happy you are that she's here."

He went and stationed himself alongside the door.  Moments later it was
opened and he gave a deep curtsey, saying in a simpering voice, "Hello,
Ms. Charlotte.  I'm so glad you're here.  Miya has some friends over and
they're..."  He glanced back and saw they had all followed and were
waiting expectantly.  "... they're right there."

Charlotte was a tall woman, with dark hair cut mannishly short.  She had
on a tailored jacket and matching slacks, as well as a pinstriped shirt
and a bolo tie.  Her shoes were stylish but had flat heels and square
toes.  She greeted the other women but then  went straight to Miya, took
her in her long arms, and gave her a deep soulful kiss.  The receptive
woman melted against her forceful partner.  Charlotte ran a hand down
Miya's side and, as she was bringing it back up, let it linger against
the side of one of those globular boobs.

"So, ladies," the new arrival said to the guests, "I'm glad to finally
meet you.  What do you think of our combination house pet and maid?"

"Prissy is such a joke.  So desperate to keep Miya happy."

"Such an obvious weakling."

"And just a teeny bit touchy about that funny little dingle between her
legs."

"I know," said Charlotte.  "She's ashamed of her winkle even though its
safely out of sight.  And the most amusing thing of all is that she
still keeps trying to convince herself that she's a real man somewhere
deep down inside.  Isn't that hilarious?  But I think I've found a
solution for her delusion."

Prentice tensed up.  Miya showed interest.  The others appreciated the
drama that abruptly filled the room.

"What I've come up with is an appointment to see a specialist.  One who
helps pansies like her get a body that matches their personality.  This
doctor can either put her on hefty doses of hormones or, if she thinks
it's the better option, just schedule her to have breast implants.  It
would really be delightful to see our serving girl with boobies.  Nice
little tits with high-set nipples that she could play with while she
watches us have girl-sex."

Forgetting his lowly status, Prentice burst out with, "No.  You can't do
that.  It's too much.  I won't let you turn me into..."  He fell silent,
seeing that he'd overstepped his rather restricted bounds.  He mumbled,
"I... I'm sorry.  It's just that... I mean... you shouldn't..."

"Aren't you the uppity one, Miss Sissybits?" Charlotte said pointedly.
"It's almost as if you imagine you have some say in anything that goes
on around here.  Did you forget that, since you signed those papers, the
ones I had prepared, everything that used to be half yours is now
completely Miya's?  And that I have a powerful lawyer to back up the
legality of that?  Or maybe you didn't remember that I hold the key to
your chastity.  I've been thinking about making your lock-up permanent
anyway.  Should I take your bad behavior just now as a signal that you
really want that to happen, the same way you keep pushing us to punish
you, because you honestly do like it?"

"I... what?  No.  I mean, yes.  I didn't forget.  It was just that
the... permanent chastity idea is..."  He saw the futility of
opposition.  "... is your decision."

"Aw," Charlotte said patronizingly.  "There's the Prissy we know and
love.  Well, love to play head games with.  So you secretly want me to
put some superglue into the lock of your chastity, but maybe not yet.
Correct?"

"Um... yes."

"But you did act up so that you'd get yourself disciplined.  And you're
especially thrilled that these other women are going to witness it.
That really turns the switch on your freak-meter all the way up to
'HIGH'."

"If... that is..."  He sighed.  "Yes.  I... want to be... punished."

"Because you like it so much, you twisted freak."

"Yes."  Prentice knew he had to placate her if he didn't want this to
turn into an even nastier demonstration of her control.  "I love it when
you treat me bad, Ms. Charlotte.  I love it when you call me names."

"Then this will be perfect for you, shrimp-dick.  Swishing faggot.
Celibate sissy who was so terrible in bed that now his wife prefers
women to him."  She waited to see if he would dare to object, but he
didn't so much as make a peep.  "So let's see what kind of chastisement
-- "  She broke the word into syllables, savoring the sound of it.  " --
you think you deserve.  Tell us, Prissy.  What should we do to you?"

Now he was in a difficult spot.  He knew that if he suggested something
too mild, she could use that as an excuse to go to his limits and
perhaps beyond.  But if he made it too much, she could take him up on
that, and he would be responsible for getting more than she had intended
to deliver.  He laced his fingers together as if he might start
pleading.

Instead, he told her, "I think you should give me a spanking.  But you
could use..."  He didn't want to say this, but the idea had come to him
previously, as something he hoped he could avoid, and now he had to use
it to show he wasn't trying to fool her.  "... use the big wooden spoon
that's in the kitchen, hanging up."

"Hmmm."  Charlotte pursed her lips.  "I like that, Prissy.  But do you
think it's enough?"

He was quick to assure her, "No.  I know there has to be more.  I was
thinking that, after you get my buns really red and sore you could use
that butt plug that you made me go to the sex shop and buy last week."

"Oh, you mean that supersized one?  Ouch.  I was having second thoughts
about ever putting that into your donut hole.  But, if you think it's
necessary, well, who am I to argue?"  She told the fascinated listeners
in a loud stage whisper, "But he really wants it.  You watch when I cram
it up him.  He'll make you believe he actually hates it.  But don't be
fooled."  Switching back to Prentice, she wanted to know,  "And what
would be a bonus to make you pay for not only your backtalk, but the
fact that you did it in front of company?"

"I..."  He had wanted not to have to add the other idea that had been in
the back of his mind.  "You could lubricate the plug with... that muscle
soothing cream we have in the medicine cabinet.  I know that if you get
it on any sensitive membranes like... internal areas... it burns
awfully."

"So you want me to give the butt plug a thick coating of that stuff and
then ram it up your bung, so it will stretch you out painfully and cause
excruciating burning sensations that will go on and on.  Is that what
you're telling me?"

"Yes, Ma'am.  Please do it, Ms. Charlotte."

She said to the room in general, "You heard our sick sissy.  She wants
me to do all that to her.  And though she didn't mention it, I assume
she'll run and fetch the spoon, the plug, and that cream that's supposed
to be for external use only."  She sneered at him.  "Okay, Miss Prissy
Sissybits?"

He sniffled and put on a false smile.  "Yes, Ma'am.  Thank you so much."

Off he went, to gather the implements of his discipline.  When he got
back and laid them out neatly on the coffee table, Charlotte wanted to
know, "To make this even more mortifying for you, would you prefer to
change into your new baby doll nighty that you wore last night?"

Miya broke in with, "He was telling the girls how much he likes to be
looked at in that one.  So I'm sure he would."

"Fine," agreed Charlotte.  "But he needn't bother with the panties --
same as before.  We'll want his bottom bare and available for what's to
come."

Prentice went off once more.  He came back dressed in the filmy bit of
sleepwear, which swirled around his hips and didn't reach much lower.
Charlotte had moved a straight-backed wooden chair to the middle of the
den and now sat on it.  She pointed to her lap and he draped himself
over her thighs.  His feelings of helplessness were magnified by her
being fully dressed in mannish attire, and him being barely covered by
such girlish sleepwear.  He reached down to grip the legs of the chair.
Charlotte pushed up the bottom of his nighty and put one hand on the
small of his back.  She held out her other hand like a surgeon waiting
for an instrument to be put into it.  Miya obligingly slapped the handle
of the long spoon into her waiting palm.  Charlotte gripped it tightly,
raised it high, and took a few practice swings through the air, less to
get the feel of it then to heighten the dread Prentice was experiencing.


With perfect timing, Charlotte brought the spoon down hard when he
relaxed for one brief second.  She caught him unprepared and he yowled
as the wide end of the implement smacked against his soft bottom.  As
four more swats fell in rapid succession, his high-heeled feet kicked
and he squealed uncontrollably.  His nose began to run and he was
blinking back tears.  She landed another, equally fierce set of blows,
making sure to space them all over his reddening cheeks.  By the time
she paused he was weeping loudly.  Brie and Candice had their hands on
each other's thighs.  Amber had a hungry look on her flushed face.  Miya
was grinning at her husband's lack of stoicism.  She especially liked to
see him defenseless and suffering.   The mental torments they inflicted
were terrific, but there was nothing to compare with a heavy helping of
physical mistreatment.

There was a third set of five smacks, which had him blubbering.  He
writhed on Charlotte's lap and made wordless pleading sounds.  She
paused while Miya handed her her wineglass.  Charlotte took a sip.
Prentice turned his head to see what was happening and witnesses them
sharing an intimate, wine flavored kiss.  It looked like they were
trying to swallow each other's tongues.  He moaned, once again mixed up
about his responses to pain and to visual pleasure.  His head was
swimming.  He saw Charlotte cup her hand over the end of Miya's big
round breast and give it a tender squeeze, pointing up the difference in
how she treated her lover and the sissy.  Miya moved around in front of
her spouse and took hold of his hair.  Charlotte brandished the spoon
over his already blazing backside and swung it down with renewed energy.
Miya tilted his face up so he had to see how much she was enjoying his
suffering.  His nose was so close to the center of her womanhood, and
she was so warmed up from kissing Charlotte and now from participating
in his abuse, that he couldn't avoid inhaling her sweet feminine musk.
It went to his head and he got more of those mingled sensations of lust
and discomfort.  He raised his arm and shoved his fist against his
mouth, hoping that if he bit it he wouldn't scream, or at least might be
able to muffle his cries.

Not until she had rained down a total of thirty strokes did Charlotte at
last relent.  She set the spoon aside and called for the plug and cream.
Candice held the former while Brie applied the latter to it.  Amber took
the device by its still clean base and passed it solemnly to the seated
woman, as if they were performing some sacred ritual.  Charlotte set the
narrow end against her prey's tight pucker and applied pressure, slowly
but inexorably.  He was stretched to what he would have thought was his
maximum, and then further still.  Just as he was worrying that he would
pass out, the widest part of the sex toy passed his ring of muscle,
which contracted around the narrower section below.  By then his
vulnerable inner surfaces had been coated with the cream and it began to
take effect.  The burning started and got worse and worse.  He began to
sob again and couldn't keep still.

At last Charlotte rolled him off her lap and he fell to the carpet in a
tangle of limbs, his frothy nighty up around his midsection.  His eyes
and nose were red from crying.  His lipstick was smeared from having his
fist against his mouth.  His hair was mussed and mascara had run down
his cheeks.  He got onto hands and knees and couldn't go any further.
His bottom was on fire, outside and in.

"Well," Charlotte said, her voice thick with passion, "that certainly
got me into the mood for a visit to the bedroom.  Would you three mind
taking care of Prissy while we enjoy ourselves?"

The three women assured her that they wouldn't mind at all.  Charlotte
said that if they had any questions, they could just duck into the
bedroom and ask, if they didn't mind seeing the Sapphic sisters getting
busy.  After the pair left, two of the others helped Prentice to his
feet.  He stood shakily on his heels.  They backed him up to the chair
that had just been vacated.

Candice said, "You need to sit down, girl."

"Go on," encouraged Brie.  "Take a load off your feet."

"It's easy," urged Amber.

When she gave him a slight push, his legs buckled and he sat heavily.
That jammed the plug in more firmly, which hurt his rump hole and his
reddened cheeks.  He sat there with the trio of sexy woman smirking at
him.  Candice went behind the chair and pulled his narrow shoulders
back.  Brie and Amber put themselves in front of him and reached out to
stroke each other's faces.  They kissed.  Their hands roved freely over
desirable curves, beginning to undo clothing.  Prentice had to see it
all as they undressed each other, went to the couch, and had a prolonged
make-out session, with Candice doing a slow striptease and then joining
them.  The sight of three eager girls with lesbian tendencies, having an
orgy in slow motion, was maddening.  He clutched his chastity, tugged
uselessly at it, and started weeping again, though for different reasons
this time.

After the girls had each had a satisfying orgasm, they relaxed and drank
more wine.  Everyone heard cries of ecstasy from the nearby bedroom.
When those settled down, Candice had an inspiration.

She said, "Excuse me for a minute, girls.  I have to ask those two
lovebirds a question.  There's something I think they'll have that we
need to borrow."

The others waited curiously as she went and let herself into the room.
There were voices and then laughter.  Prentice felt his dread begin to
rise once more.  When Candice returned, his fears were justified.  Still
naked, she had a harness around her waist and the tops of her thighs,
with a thick, eight inch dildo attached to the front.  The uncomfortably
seated man could only hope she intended to use it on one or both of the
other females, rather than him.  But he had no such luck.

Candice wiggled an index finger at him and said, "Come on, little miss
Prissy.  Time to get filled by Candy.  You'll be a candy-filled sissy."
She chortled.  "And I'll have fun doing it.  This strap-on has a
miniature dingus on the inside that touches me just where I need to feel
it.  One of us is going to have a bang-up climax, sweet cheeks, and it's
not going to be you."

Brie and Amber took his arms and stood him on his feet.  He kept shaking
his head as they got him onto his knees and pushed down his head, so he
was ass-uppermost.  Amber backed out the plug, taking her time to extend
the ordeal.  It came free and she held it at arm's length as she took it
to the bathroom to drop it into the tub.  When she came back, Brie was
kneeling in front of Prentice, holding his head in place with the side
of his face against the carpet.  Candice was kneeling behind him with a
rapacious look in her eyes.  She had the tool aimed at his tender spot.
Amber had grabbed some petroleum jelly while in the bathroom and now
applied it generously to the fat head of the artificial cock.

Amber told Prentice, "I put something on the rammer-jammer to sooth your
sore tailpipe.  I'm sure it will do wonders for you once Candy has that
monster buried up your rear exit and is slamming you like the sissy slut
you are.  If you thought the spanking and plug and that nasty muscle
ointment were a dream come true, Miss Pervert, wait until you get ridden
hard, the way your kind of queer likes it.  Brace yourself, Prissy.
Time for your ass to get what it's hungry for."

He groaned as Candice leaned into him and got the thick head inside.
Then she sank inch after inch until he felt the rubber scrotum of the
dildo bumping his own, much smaller ball sac.  She began an unhurried
in-out motion but soon increased her tempo.  Before long she was
fervently pumping away, raping his boy-pussy and not caring how much it
hurt.

As she plowed him she said, "I wish you could have gone into the bedroom
with me, Prissy.  You should have seen those two.  Charlotte slumped
over your wife in the 69 position, both of them exhausted from fantastic
sex.  The room just reeked of sweat, but it was like an aphrodisiac to
me.  Right now I feel like I could go all night.  I asked them if they
had one of these and they wanted to know if I preferred the six inch
model or the big eight.  I didn't want to leave you feeling
shortchanged, so I picked this full-sized beauty.  And just imagine, if
you had a cock this impressive, you might be in that bedroom right now
with Miya.  Too bad all you have to offer is that tiny pickle that's so
pathetic it had to be put into prick prison."  She slammed him harder
and began to pant.

Brie took over the taunting narration, saying, "But you're getting to
fulfill your fantasy about drooling over girls like us who have fun with
each other's pussies.  Think about where your fantasy got you, the way
you tried to push your wife into it.  Think about that while Candy is
working so hard to leave your ass sore for the next couple of days.  If
you'd been nicer, your wife might have ended up with one of us, putting
on a show for you and then letting you join in the fun."

"But that's not going to happen now," Amber went on with mock sadness.
"Poor Prissy.  You're stuck in chastity and -- oops! -- those two wicked
girls are planning to get you a yummy set of tits.  Won't that be fun
when you have to make sure to wear loose shirts at work so your buddies
won't notice your budding breasts?  And if they turn out to be an
exceptionally tempting set of chest bumps, maybe Charlotte and Miya will
even let you be their lesbian bed slave.  They don't let you touch them
that way now, but just think if they did.  And if you were still stuck
in chastity.  And then the key got misplaced for a long time.  After a
while, you might end up as a complete sex addict, hooked on keeping them
happy, unable to stop thinking about eating pussy and whatever else they
wanted your mouth on."

He tried to put that inescapable trap out of his mind.  He wanted to be
able to feel Charlotte and Miya's naked bodies, to give them pleasure.
But it would make his chastity so much worse.  And he had a dire
premonition that he actually would become the sex-obsessive who had just
been described.  But then his thoughts were driven away by Candice's
fingers digging into his hips and her strap-on relentlessly plowing him.
Everything that had happened and was happening and might follow was
getting blended and distorted in his head.  He could barely distinguish
the wild stimulation he was experiencing from the punishing abuse he was
enduring.  Just as his mind was at its most susceptible, Candice cried
out and was launched into a noisy animated orgasm.  Prentice tried to
keep his thoughts clear but somehow it was as if he was having that
climax, as if him being defiled was giving him satisfaction, as if being
used this way was what he wanted, as if becoming more of a sissy, rather
than fighting against it, was the answer to all his problems.  He
pictured himself with a set of tits that had the dimensions of
grapefruit halves.  And how they might make him more attractive to his
wife and her partner.

Candice slowed down and then stopped.  He could hear her breathing hard,
and then her respiration slowing.  She had said that only one of them
would finish, but now he wasn't so sure.  A whole new world was opening
up to him.  He gripped the seductive material of the baby doll nighty
and caressed it between his thumb and fingers.  It felt good.
Wonderful.  Irresistible.  He was swoony but didn't care.  He didn't
care about anything except having more nights like this one.  Maybe with
Charlotte and Miya.  More of being a submissive and well-used sissy.
More and more and more.