Sissy Husband: Honeymoon

By Jans sissy sally


Matthew and Jan were on their way to the Airport to go on their expensive four weeks honeymoon to Hawaii. There was only one more thing to do before they could leave. Jan had insisted to pay a visit to her Mother to say goodbye before the trip.
When they arrived at Linda's home matthew was alarmed when he saw his Mother's car in the driveway. They found her having coffee with Linda in the living room. Jan excused herself to use the bathroom and left Matthew alone with his Mother Blanche and Mother in Law Linda.
"We need to have a little talk, matthew," his Mother began. "Jan has informed us about what happened during your wedding night and Linda is now justifiably concerned about your ability of being a suitable husband for her daughter at all. I however assured her that you have many of redeeming traits regardless of your shortcomings in bed."
Matthew was dumbfounded. Had Jan really told them everything that happened? Shortcomings in bed?
"I… I… don't understand…" he stammered, when he remembered he had a flight to catch. "Do we really need to discuss this right now?"
"You soiled your Wife's feet with your premature ejaculation boy, and while she took a shower to clean herself from your filth you masturbated alone in bed on your wedding night. Don't you think that is a reason for concern?" his Mother replied. "You should call yourself lucky Jan has not annulled the marriage right away. We absolutely need to discuss this now to give your Mother in law some peace of mind about what sort of things you can do right. You know how we do this sort of thing, undress!"
"Do I really have to…" Matthew attempted to protest, but when his Mother snapped her fingers and said, "NOW!" he immediately went silent and began to unbutton his shirt.
She turned to Linda to explain: "Every time we have to address some issues, I had him in the nude. It makes him much more agreeable, I hope you don't mind?"
"Absolutely not," Linda replied. "And I must say that thing you do with your fingers is quite impressive, Blanche. Is that some kind of hypnosis?"
Blanche laughed. "No, this has nothing to do with hypnosis. It is his trigger to avoid the consequences of not following my instructions. It was a hard piece of work to get him conditioned that way."
"That sounds so convenient. Does it only work if you do it?"
"Not at all. He instantly reacts with silence and obedience to any random finger snapping. It takes him a couple of seconds to snap out of it and comprehend if it was even directed at him. His younger Sister did it all the time just to tease him. You may want to try yourself any time."
In the meantime Matthew had finished undressing. He had been deliberately slow because he hoped Jan would return and make them realize that they had to leave for the airport. Now he was standing naked before the two Ladies with his hands over his privates trying to retain some dignity and to hide his chastity cage.
Blance had of course noticed it regardless and pointed at his crotch. "What is that, boy?"
The moment matthew opened his mouth to answer he was interrupted by the sound of a finger snap.
"On your toes! Hands on your back! Eyes on the floor!"
He had followed all the commands before his mind even realized they did not come from his Mother but his Mother in law.
"Oh my god, it really works." Linda clapped her hands in excitement and laughed out loud. "That is incredible!"
Blance was pleasantly surprised and praised Linda's execution of the snap. With hands behind his back matthew now openly displayed the metal device that was tightly fastened and locked around his testicles keeping his penis confined in a tiny curved tube that prevented any kind of expansion or touch.
He remained silent looking down at the ground and balancing on his toes, while Linda told Blanche the story about his vow of chastity in every embarrassing detail.
"Had I ever known about these, you would have been locked since puberty boy." His Mother laughed and beckoned him over to take a closer look and assure herself of the effectivity of the device. "This is perfect," she stated after some pulling and squeezing. "Just to think about the efforts I made. I kept him tucked away in tight girdles night and day to prevent masturbation and erections. He had special mittens for the night and he would have to ask permission to use the bathroom and was not allowed to lock any doors so I or his Sister could walk in on him at any time no matter where he was in the house. Grace was especially keen to keep him on his toes. Oh the stories I could tell…"
She paused and Matthew seized the opportunity to get a word in. "Mother, we really need to get going or Jan and I will miss our plane"
"Oh, don't you worry dear. I promise you nobody will miss the plane," Blanche replied. "We are not done here yet. Now go pick up your clothes and show Linda how neatly you can fold them."
"Yes, Ma'am," Matthew replied with a hint of a sigh and began the task.
"I really enjoy how respectfully he addresses you, Blanche. I like the sound of someone his age using 'Miss' and 'Ma'am'. Of course I don't mind that he is calling me Linda, even though he never asked permission as far as I remember."
"Did you hear that matthew? Linda just told you something about herself in a very subtle way. Isn't that wonderful? That is exactly why we are having this little talk. Let's see how you can use this clue to act in a way that will please your Mother in Law."
Matthew didn't think it was subtle at all, but he knew better than to object right now. All he wanted was to get this 'talk" over with.
"I think to show your appreciation and respect, you want to address Linda by her last name from now on. Every sentence directed to her you want to begin with 'Mrs. Rivers' or end in 'Ma'am'. Or both, regardless if in private or public."
"Oh that is so sweet of you Mandy, I really appreciate that," Linda said, without considering matthew's potential opinion in the matter. "…and you folded up all your clothes so neatly too. Your mother was right, you have excellent homemaker skills."
"Of course he also knows how to wash and iron them. When he still did our laundry at home, Grace and I had him do all the delicates by hand and hang them up to dry. I also taught him how to cook and clean the house, he gives excellent massages and pedicures and you can trust him to polish your most expensive heels to perfection," his Mother added.
"That sounds like our little Mandy here would make any housewife jealous," Linda concluded.
"Isn't it nice to hear your skills are being appreciated? Did you notice Linda feels comfortable enough now to call you by a affectionate little nickname? I think we came a long way in just a few minutes and created a firm foundation on which your relationship of Mother and son in law will be able to grow on. Now remember to thank Linda for her nice words, Mandy."
Matthew didn't like the fact that both of them were calling him mandy now, but he was happy that the 'Talk' was obviously over and he didn't want to stir any more debate, so he simply said, "Thank you Mrs. Rivers, Ma'am."
"You are welcome, dear. I feel so much better now that we established your place in the family, dear. Don't you think?" Linda replied.
matthew didn't like the insinuation about his place in the family and neither did he like how both of them looked at him in anticipation of his answer. He told himself that it was only for a few more minutes and he would be out of here and he didn't want to leave for his honeymoon with his Mother in Law mad at him. He swallowed his pride and answered,
"Yes, Mrs. Rivers"
Both Ladies smiled and gave each other a knowing look. "I believe this calls for a little celebration!" Linda suggested. "Drinks anyone?"
"That is a wonderful idea!" Blanche agreed. "Mandy makes excellent Margaritas from scratch."
"Come on then sweetie, i'll show you the kitchen," Linda said and walked off, obviously expecting him to follow.
Matthew his Mother a desperate look extending his hand at the the folded clothes on the table, hoping she would give him permission to get dressed again.
"You are the one who is in a hurry boy," she said instead. "You may get dressed while we are having the drinks, now don't make Linda wait."
But Linda was already waiting when he entered the kitchen. A pair of shoes in one hand and a apron in the other. "Here are some house shoes for you so you don't get cold feet on the tiled kitchen floor."
They were pink velvet ballerina flats with a hard sole and a big decorative bow across the toes. "Don't give me that look, I don't have any others," Linda said when he hesitated for a second.
They felt very small, but having his Mother in law towering over him, tapping her heels impatiently while he was crouching nude on the floor to slip into a pair of tiny girly shoes made him feel so intimidated that he didn't dare to complain about the size. He just struggled to squeeze his feet into them regardless.
"See? They will do just fine for you," Linda said and added, "What do we say?"
He instantly replied, "Thank you Mrs. Rivers, Ma'am."
"Better," she remarked with obvious resentment in her voice. As soon as he was done with the shoes she slipped the apron over his head. "We don't want you to mess yourself up, do we? Turn around."
It was an old fashioned pinafore style with wide ruffled shoulder straps and hem. It closed behind from his neck to his lower back, leaving his buttocks exposed and framed in ruffles as the sides extended down to the front of his knees. Linda zipped him up and tied several additional ribbons into pretty bows on his back. When Matthew thought she was finally done he felt something being slipped over his forehead. He was so surprised that he instinctively reached up, which earned him a slap on the fingers. "Don't touch it. I don't want any hair in my drink," she stated in a tone that allowed for no debate. Checking himself in the reflective surface of the glass cupboard it appeared to be a turban style headband, matching his shoes in color and style with the decorative bow twice as big on his forehead.
After Linda had shown him all the ingredients, she pointed at a silver tray and said, "When you are done stay as you are and serve the cocktails to us in the living room." Before she left him alone, she kept tapping her heels impatiently until he remembered to say, "Yes Mrs. Rivers," again, which she commented with, "We will need to work on that."
Matthew hurried to get the drinks ready. He heard some excited laughter coming from the living room and, to his relief, Jan's voice eventually joined in. That made him feel relieved and he prepared one more glass for her. Now they would be as as good as out of here.
Little later he carried the tray with the drinks out of the kitchen accompanied by the delicate sounds the shoes made on the hardwood floor. His feet were aching but he was happy to find everyone in high spirits. "It was fantastic, Mom," Jan just said with her back to him.
"The drinks are ready, Ladies," he declared and presented the tray. Jan turned around and burst into laughter "Oh my God, you look adorable!" she said when she finally caught herself, Blanche agreed wholeheartedly. They made him turn around a few times and he swallowed their humiliations quietly.
"You know, that these used to be my shoes and headband Blanche?" she revealed and turned back to matthew. "I can't believe they fit you! I had them when I was like sixteen!"
Blanche snapped her fingers indicating that he was supposed to serve the drinks and he walked up to each of the Women. They all took their cocktail with the words: "Thank you, mandy."
There was one margarita left, since matthew had made one for himself as well, but before he could set the tray down to take it someone snached it from behind. Matthew looked and his heart sank even lower when he saw Mark, Linda's young lover. Where did he suddenly come from? He was the last person matthew wanted to see him like that.
Mark sneered at him, raised his drink and said, "Thank you mandy."
"You remember Mark?" Linda said. "He was your best man and even took care of your bride most of the evening when you wouldn't dance with her. I don't think I ever heard you thanking him."
Matthew didn't say anything, he refused to thank Mark for the humiliations he had to endure at the wedding.
"Don't be like that sweetie," Jan said, "Mark really was a perfect gentlemen at the reception, pitching in while you spent most of the evening at the Bridesmaids table. You should show some gratitude."
Matthew clenched his teeth, and finally said, "Thank you, Mark."
Blanche remarked, "He is your Mother in Law's boyfriend. Address him properly like I taught you to address my boyfriends!"
One deep breath later Matthew uttered, "Thank you, Master Mark."
Mark pinched him in his cheek and sneered, "You're welcome, doll."
Everyone finished their drinks while having some pleasant conversation. Except matthew just stood there disregarded, trying not to break into tears.
"Well, I better be going now," Blanche suddenly said, "and our young lovers better hurry to catch their plane too I suppose."
"Be a dear, take these back to the kitchen and clean up the mess you made, while I say goodbye to your Mother and Jan," Linda said when everyone had put their glasses back on the tray.
Matthew didn't even have time to open his mouth as his Mother anticipated his answer. "You may as well remove the word "no" from your vocabulary son. If Linda asks you a favor you will smile and do whatever she wants you to. And I better never hear any of the contrary. I hope you understand? Now show us how it's done."
Matthew forced himself to smile and say, "Yes, Mrs. Rivers," before he headed for the kitchen.
"I'll be there in a minute," she stated as he walked out.
For the past few minutes since he had been made to thank Mark, matthew had felt like in a daze. Just now he started to regain his senses. Finally it was over. He placed the cocktail glasses in the dishwasher, put all the ingredients back in the cupboards and wiped the countertops. There would be nothing to complain about, nothing that would give anyone any reason to delay this any longer. He wouldn't wait for Linda to come in either. He was done and he would get dressed. It was time to leave.
As he walked back into the living room, it was empty. Everyone was gone and even his clothes had disappeared from the table. His shoes, his watch, his wallet, everything.
"Didn't I tell you to stay in the kitchen?" Linda said. She had just come back in through the front door.
"Where is everyone?" Matthew asked.
Linda raised her finger. "What do we say?"
"Where is everyone, Ma'am?" Matthew corrected himself.
"They are gone, of course. Your Mother went home, and Jan and Mark are off to Hawaii. It's only the two of us now."
"But…"
Linda snapped her fingers and matthew stopped talking. "It was really your Mother who suggested that you would be no fun for Jan during the honeymoon, when she heard how useless you turned out to be in bed. All of us agreed of course and I offered Mark as a stand in, because he is an excellent lover. They actually had sex upstairs just now, while you demonstrated your homemaking skills to us down here. Jan was completely blown away."
Matthew realized what Jan had been so excited about when he served the cocktails.
"She will have a wonderful time with sex any time of the day she wants to. I instructed Mark specifically to tend to her every whim. He carries your wallet, as we figured your Wife should be spoiled with your money since you are the husband after all."
"Which brings us to your part in the plan and why you will be going along with it. I promised Jan I would turn you into a perfect little housekeeper for her, so you will be staying with me for the whole time. Fortunately you already received a solid foundation of useful skills by your Mother's wonderful upbringing. We will take this further and I will personally train you to be a ladies maid. I will also teach other important techniques you will need to keep my daughter from divorcing you."
She walked over to sit in the big comfortable chair in the corner of the living room.
"You see mandy, you really have every reason to be grateful, don't you? And I will make sure you show me that gratitude every single day. You will remain locked up for the whole duration of your time here and you will learn ways to bring a Woman pleasure that don't require your useless little thing."
"Now Before you say anything, I want you to think carefully what your first words to me should be. Remember, you have nothing right now. Your clothes are gone, so is your money, your ID, the car, the keys to your home as well as the ones to your chastity device. You have no place to go and your own Wife, your Mother and even your Sister support this approach. Nobody will help you. You are under my complete control, and there is nothing you can do about it."
She pointed at the floor in front of her. "Now I want you to come over here and get on your knees. We are going find out about your foot massage skills," she said as she crossed her legs.
Matthew stared in disbelief, as he still tried to wrap his mind around everything he had just been told.
Linda snapped her fingers. "Now!"
Matthew walked over to her in his painfully small pink velvet shoes, dressed in a frilly pinafore and little girl's headband. He dropped to his knees before his Mother in law's feet.
"You may give my heels a little kiss on the toe before you take them off, Mandy," she said.
"Thank you, Mrs. Rivers," he answered.

Sissy Husband: Wedding

 By Jans sissy sally

It all began the morning of the ceremony when instead of a tuxedo a different kind of suit was delivered to the hotel by mistake.
The suit's black velvet jacket had slightly puffed sleeves, was taken in at the waist and had a single polished gold button holding it together. It came with a shiny silk blouse, a ribbon bowtie around a ruffled collar and a tiny velvet veil cap with a large black bow. The pants were velvet hiphugger leggings.
There was no time to change it and cancelling the wedding was not an option for Jan. She was not joking when she told him he would wear either that suit or her dress instead.
Matthew had never felt so very embarrassed in his life no matter how many times Jan and Linda assured him that nobody would notice while they helped him to get him into the ensemble.
To make his body match the contoured clothes, nis Bride and Mother in Law made a combined effort to lace him into the provided waist cincher as tightly as possible. The fact that he was hardly able to breathe was casually ignored by each of them.
While they dressed him in the blouse and jacket Matthews Mother and Sister entered to say hello before the ceremony. They were affectionately welcomed by Jan and Linda and did neither seem to be shocked nor surprised by Matthews outfit.
His Mother gave him a pitiful look as if she had expected nothing else anyway, while his Sister remarked, "The shoes don't match little brother," looking at the black wingtips next to him on the floor. She was three years younger than him, but she always called him little brother ever since she outgrew him.
"The heels that came with the suit don't fit," Jan joked, "we already tried."
"What a shame," his Mother snidely remarked, "you could have been as tall as your bride, if she was wearing flats."
Everyone was excited by the idea and Jan assured him she wouldn't mind wearing low heels. When matthew attempted to point out that it could be him minding to wear heels, he was muted by a single "hush" of his Mother snapping her fingers and pointing at the floor. He immediately stopped talking and lowered his head. Jan and Linda gave her an impressed look.
"He can wear mine," his sister suggested to break the sudden moment of silence. "My size will fit him in hose."
"Is that a fact?" Lindas asked, obviously curious.
"Yes, I used to dress him up all the time when we were little... I mean HE was little" She chuckled at the thought "ever since i discovered my old dresses would fit him, he was like my favorite little doll to play with."
She sat down to take off her heels. They were beautiful black Louboutins with ankle straps.
"We had them for years. They used to be Mom's until I begged her long enough to give them to me."
"But they look like new," Jan marveled.
"Oh yes, all our shoes are very well maintained, aren't they matthew? He must have buffed and polished them a million times. Mom was always very particular about shoe care. I remember coming home so many times to find him standing sobbing in the corner with sore buttocks and nothing but a pair of heels on his feet that had failed to meet Her standards. He may even have worn these before."

Jan and Linda were absolutely fascinated by these revelations and the Women decided they would all get together one day and talk about how matthew grew up.
"He can prepare snacks and serve drinks, it will just be like the sunday afternoons with my bridge club," his Mother suggested while wrapping garters around matthews waist for the stockings he would need to wear with his Sisters heels.
"It may be be the only time in your life she is not looking down on you," Linda teased once they stood next to each other fully dressed.
The tight leggings ending above his ankles did nothing to hide the heels and the red sole served as the perfect eyecatcher.

"Now that he is wearing something old and something new, he will need something borrowed," his Mother said, taking off her pearl brooch and pinning it to his lapel. "And something blue!" his Sister added while she was attaching the little veil cap to his hair.
"Don't worry," said Jan, "he is already wearing something very blue," playfully clutching his crotch with a knowing smile.
The Women in the room all burst into laughter at the gesture and Matthews bowed head turned beet red.

Just before the ceremony they decided to change tradition and Matthew felt even more ridiculous and embarrassed as he staggered down the aisle next to his Mother, while Jan was waiting ahead in her wonderful traditional dress.
The heels made distinctive sounds on the chapels stone floor and he could hear amused whispering from the crowd.
Matthew was glad that it was a rather private wedding. There were only his Mother and Sister from his side of the family and all of Jan's attending friends were Women, most of them bridesmaids. The only other male was Linda's new boyfriend Mark. He was a tall handsome man, able to look down at matthew despite the heels and he was of course wearing a proper tuxedo. Since matthew did not have a best man, Linda simply decided that Mark would be perfect to fill in.
Since matthew had agreed to give up his last name and take Jan's the registrar pronounced them "Mr. and Mrs. Janyne Rivers" to the amused giggles of the attending.

The humiliations continued during the reception. Since matthew was not able to dance in heels, Jan was mostly dancing with Mark while her newly wedded husband would stand at the side watching them. He had been given the brides bouquet and pearl clutch to hold so they would not burden his Wife while she was swept over the dancefloor by a complete stranger.
At one point little Maddy the flower girl discovered that matthew was basically wearing the same outfit as the bridesmaids. The only difference was that their suits were in pink and came with pencil skirts instead of leggings. Once she pointed this out to virtually everyone matthew was occupied by the bridesmaids. He was included in all their group pictures, still holding the bouquet and purse. They had him sit with them at their table and gradually transformed him to match their look even more. Everyone, including Maddy, constantly took pictures of every stage, posting them on Facebook and tweeting them to their friends.
Once Jan eventually decided it was late, she found her husband in full Bridesmaid makeup with pink lipstick, pearl earrings clipped to his lobes and several strands of pearls around his neck.
Since there had not been taken a photograph of the young couple side by side, this was how Matthew ended up on their official wedding picture. A newly wed husband in a feminine suit, heels, makeup and jewelry on the side of his beautiful Wife Jan, who had changed back into her own heels in the meantime, being considerably taller than him.

As much as he would love to forget about the ceremony and the reception the wedding night was an even bigger embarrassment to him.
Matthew had not climaxed for more than six months prior and he hardly even had any erections ever since his proposal.
It had been Linda, his Mother in Law, who convinced him that it would be so romantic to vow chastity until the wedding. Jan had loved the idea and it may have even been romantic if they both had made the same pledge, but his fiancee did not even address that issue when she accepted his offer and he had to follow through with it all by himself.
When Jan caught him stroking in bed in the first week, she discussed the matter with her Mother and they decided Matthew was too weak willed for the challenge and it would be best to take measures to support him with his vow.
The same day they took him to an adult shop where he was fitted with a stainless steel chastity tube that would prevent not only touching but also any kind of erection. The sales Lady recommended to add a little padlock, if they suspected he could not be trusted with the device on his own. Since that was obviously the case he was locked into the device right then and there and both his Fiancee and Mother in Law would keep a key for "emergencies."

On the wedding night Jan had a special surprise for matthew. Before they celebrated their matrimony in bed she would make a rubber cast of his penis to remember the occasion.
The kit was a plastic tube filled with some kind of paste. His member instantly sprung into action the moment the device was removed. Jan took some baby oil and gently rubbed it in for protection. These few seconds of her hand stroking him was enough to take him to the edge. When he was instructed to push his member into the tube to make a mold he almost came, and barely managed to restrain himself.
It took the paste 30 minutes to set and Jan made him bring her to climax three times with his tongue to "pass the time". He had a lot of experience with that method because it was the only kind of sex they have ever had and Jan was very fond of it.
Even before he was locked in the device he had never been allowed to penetrate her.
When it was time to remove the tube he was still completely erect and it took some effort to pull it off. Jan twisted and turned the tube and the moment it eventually came loose the stimulation became overwhelming and matthew could not help but spurt a massive load all over the floor and Jan's feet.
His penis shrivelled up quickly when she looked at him in disappointment. He did not dare to object when She told him to lick it off her toes. He went down on his knees and cleaned her as good as possible with his mouth, then she left him to clean up the rest of his mess to take a shower.
When she came back Matthew was lying in bed stroking himself to an erection in anticipation. Jan thought he was masturbating and was furious. Without allowing him a word of explanation he was placed back into the device and told to sleep on the couch.
And that was the wedding night.

For a week Jan hardly talked to him and since he didn't want to address the issue matthew kept wearing the device.
He was very relieved when she started packing their bags for the honeymoon the other day. Everything would be alright. Four weeks in a first class hotel on Hawaii would make everything right. It had cost him a fortune, but right now it seemed even more worth the investment.
Nothing could go wrong now...

Humiliated Sissy Husband

By: Rikki

"Now I want you to just sit in here quietly, in the closet and look at my high heels while I'm having sex with that well hung young man that's coming over. He will be arriving shortly."

"Tonya please listen, I don't want you having sex with other men anymore," he said in a whining voice.

"Now Max dear, honey, sweetie we are not going to go through this everytime I need to have sex with another man. It's you I am in love with and you know that. You are such a sweet sissy, and sissies dress like pretty little girls and masturbate. Maybe I will help you masturbate later, but I need a real man for some hard pounding sex today."

"I could do that for you if you would just give me another chance," he said with a desperate tone.

Tonya laughed and took his hand.

"Honey, you're wearing a petticoat and little girl's dress, and a very pretty dress I might add, lots of bows, ruffles and frilly lace. So pretty," she said as she fluffed the ruffles on his shoulders with her fingers. "Your toenails are painted all different colors the way you like them, and I wouldn't have it any other way," she said giving him a knowing smile.

"I'm not a sissy. I don't want to be dressed like this Tonya," he pleaded with her.

"But this look is very appropriate for a male like you honey, but not for a real man. It's who you are, and I understand that. You will understand it too in time," she said now pulling him into the large walk in closet.

"It's not who I am Tonya. It's who you are saying I am. I'm not a sissy."

"Max, you have a very small penis and, well frankly it has no need to be in my pussy, or any other woman's pussy for that matter. And besides an erection just doesn't look right with you all dolled up, unless you are looking in a mirror getting turned on and masturbating about how pretty you look. Then it is the perfect size."

Tonya's dresses were seperated on the clothes bar, and a chair was waiting there for Max to sit in.

"I am a man Tonya. I can prove myself to you again," he said watching her get straps together to strap him in the chair. "Don't do this to me."

"You are not a man Max. You lost the right to be a man when you slept with that slut Ginger. You are a whimpering sissy now and I am very understanding of what you are and I know what you need, so sit down so I can get you ready," she said pushing into the chair.

"I don't like the idea of you having sex with other men Tonya. I'm your husband," he said as his ankles were secured to the chair legs.

"Max, I was very supportive of you yesterday when you were giving that nice young plumber a handjob. I even took you to the nail salon so your fingernails would be long, and painted a nice bright red so they would look nice wrapped around that young man's erect penis."

"Tonya!"

"Max, I gave you privacy with him, I wasn't jealous and I understood you felt the need to express your sissy desires with another man and he was kind enough to allow you to handle his manhood for a little while and give him some satisfaction at the same time."

"Tonya, you made me give that man a handjob. I didn't want to do that."

"That's enough of that for now. We will not argue about your sex life right now. My sex life amd my needs are the topic of today."

She strapped his waist to the chair and then his wrist behind his back.

Max sat there in a very bright pink little girl's party dress with white petticoats. His legs were bare and clean shaven. He wore sheer white knee socks that had very elaborate detailed lace designs running up the sides and turned over just under his knees, making sure both knees were fully exposed. His feet were in 5" open toed patent leather pink pumps, and the sheer socks allowed the fact his toenails were painted different colors to show through.

Max was fully made up like a woman of the night with red lipstick and even false eyelashes for his wife's special evening, but his hair was in curly pigtails tied with pink ribbons formed into bows with long streamers like a little girl.

"There now, comfy?" she asked.

Max looked up at her.

"I have to get dressed for my date honey. So you just stay here and I'll be back in as soon as I put on something a little more seductive and sexy for my fucking," she said closing the closet door.

It was dark in the closet except for the little bit of light that came from beneath the door. It seemed a long time before she reappeared.

Tonya opened the door and entered the closet with Max.

"Now first thing first," she said holding up a pair of her panties. "Open wide honey. Day old panties," she said putting the panties up to his mouth.

Max did as she requested opening his mouth wide and she stuffed her worn panties fully in his mouth.

She held his chin up and looked at him.

"There you go sweetie. I don't let just any man eat my panties, especially after I've worn them all day, only you," she said pulling a piece of duct tape off the roll and holding it up to his mouth.

Max cast his eyes down in shame as she taped the panties in his mouth, then the door bell rang.

"Oh there he is now," she said jumping to her feet excited.

"Ummpphhh," Max grunted shaking his head, his curly pigtails bouncing as he did. He was now feeling totally degraded by her excitement that another man was here to have sex with her.

"Ok Max. You stay real quiet and I'll give you a nice hard bare bottom paddling tonight before I put you to bed," she said kissing him on the cheek. "Would you like that?" she asked smiling.

Max looked at her shaking his head no.

She she pinched both of his cheeks and shook his head side to side.

"We'll see," she giving him a love tap with the palm of her hand on the cheek that was rather hard.

Tonja stood and opened her robe for Max revealing a sexy black and lavender waist wasp with black fishnet stockings hooked to the garters. Her breast fully exposed and her nipples erect. She stepped into a pair of 5" black spike heels.

"How do I look sweetie," she said showing herself off with a sexy pose rolling one of her nipples between her fingers trying to make it even firmer. "Do you think he will fuck me harder if I wear red pumps?" she asked watching the helpless man trying to show his disapproval.

"See you in a couple of hours Max. I'm getting fucked today," she said excitedly as she closed the door and then he heard the key turn and he was locked in the closet.

"Right this way," Max heard Tonja say to the young man.

It was quiet for awhile, and Max sat quietly bound in the chair in the dark closet while his wife was entertaining another man in their own bed.

Max's imagination ran wild thinking of what might be happening just outside the closet where he was sitting tied to a chair.

Just low talking and some gigg;ing hrom Tonja was all he heard, but Max could hear the heavy breathing. The kissing and the gasping of air that Tonja made. This went on for ten minutes then it got quiet again.

"You are so big," Tonja said with passion as she stroked him with her hand and kissed him passionately on the lips.

"I'm all yours for the evening babe," he said enjoying her
manipulations.

"I need to suck your dick," she said almost in a panic. "Do you mind?" She gave him another hard kiss and held his head in her hands.

"Sure, Help yourself."

"Cum in my mouth if you want!" she stated then she quickly moved to between his legs and took him in.

"Oh yeah baby. Suck it," Max heard the guy gasp taking a deep breath. Max's wife was giving this man a headjob while Max was forced to sit in the closet dressed like a silly little girl hearing everything as it happened.

There was an audible choking sound, along with moans of pleasure. Then it was silent.

"Let me lick the rest of that up for you," Tonja said softly.

It was quiet again for awhile. Some soft talk and kisses. Max hung his head in shame. He didn't know how long it was but something got his attention.

It wasn't much longer before the headboard was banging against the wall and Tonja was screaming out her satisfaction.

"Oh my god!" she screamed as the headboard hit harder and harder. "OH YES............YES..............YESSSSSS!!!!"

Max couldn't see his wife as she was screaming out in ecstacy, on her back holding her legs up high with her hands while the young man enjoyed himself in her sex starved pussy.

Then there was that final scream followed by moans of complete bliss and satisfaction.

"That was wonderful," she said. "It really feels good having a real man with a big cock fucking me like this," she said gasping for air.

"My pleasure," the man said smiling at her blunt talk.

"Here let me get that for you," she said gently removing his condom.

They continued holding each other and eventually the sex began again, this time more intense and louder than before.

Poor Max sat bound in the closet dressed lik a girl listening to his wife's loud screams of sexual pleasure. Tears ran down his face. She wouldn't have sex with him since his indiscretion with another woman. He was a sissy now and no threat to other women's desires. He didn't want to be a sissy, but she insisted he be one and made him live his life accordingly.

It was several hours before the closet door finally opened. Max looked up with his tear stained face and running makeup. Tonja stood in the door for a moment with the look of a satisfied woman and somewhat exhausted.

"Oh Max, he was so good. I had several mind blowing orgasm riding his big cock," she said rubbing her crotch seductively. She pulled the tape from his mouth then pulled the panties out of his mouth.

"Tonja, why do you have to do this to me?" he said sobbing softly.

Tonja's hair was still a mess from her little romp in the sack.

"Oh Max sweetie, you know how much I love you," she said sitting on his lap facing him. She kissed him lightly on the cheek. "Now hush all this crying."

"Let me be your man again Tonja," he whispered.

"No honey. You can't, you're my sissy and you need to act like one." She lifted his chin and smiled. "Look what I saved for you baby," she said holding up three used condoms of semen from her little encounter.

"What?"

"Com'on Max open your mouth wide for me," she said holding one of them up to his lips. "My sissy boy needs to drink some semen."

"NO!!! Damn it Tonja stop this," he yelled shaking his head back and forth.

"Oh don't be such a baby Max," she said pulling his hair now and holding his head back under her arm and painfully squeezing his cheeks.

"Open up like a little birdie," she said pleasantly as she struggled to hold him still.

"No," he said pressing his lips tight together.

"Hold still damn it, " she said as her frustration showed.

There was a struggle for ten minutes as Tonja attempted to empty the contents from the condoms of the man she had just had sex with into Max's mouth.

"NO!" he yelled almost exhausted from the struggle.

"You're drinking the semen Max," she said struggling with him try to hold hos head still and open his mouth. "This is what sissies do and you are a sissy, so be still."

Max fought back until she grabbed one of his balls and rolled it in her fingers firmly.

"OUUCCHH!" he yelled as his body tensed form her grip "Please Tonya," he whimpered.

"You want some nice warm semen don't you," she said seductively then kissing his cheek while picking up the used condom again.

Through the door there was the audible squeal of desperation and then the soft sobbing mummbles of resignation while she gently rolled his testicle in her fingers and picked up another condom.

Tonja finally finished. She closed the closet door to give Max a chance to settle down and regain his composure while she went to take a nice hot shower. The teary sissy man sat alone with his thoughts in the well lit closet dressed like a little girl in pigtails with pretty bows and ribbons. His head hung down, his chin almost on his padded chest. Three empty condoms lay on the floor next to the chair he was tied to. A foul taste lingered in his mouth. Tonja was finished...................for now.

Best Friend's Birthday Party

By: Rosie



"Come on, time to get ready," Alice says and it's like I already know what she's on about. I follow her to the bedroom and the fact that she has already laid out the clothes she wants me to wear doesn't really surprise me. "Are you sure?" I ask weakly, but I know in advance it won't do me any good. Her mind is set, and that's all that it matters. I can tell without looking she's going to dress me in her clothes, again. "It's your best friend's birthday party," she says. "Don't you think you should put on something nice?" Personally, I think that the pants and shirt I have on are nice enough, but my opinion doesn't really hold much weight, so I take them off and hang them back in my closet. Then I take off my undershirt and vest. Buck naked and under her watchful eye, I turn to the heap of clothes she has laid out on the bed. I put on a pair of black lacy panties and a matching black bra, which I fill up with silicone breast forms. Next is a pair of black pantyhose and black satin and lace teddies, over which I put on a black silk blouse with short, puffy sleeves. Alice helps me into my dress - it's a red satin creation with an opera top and full, knee length skirt. The ensemble is completed by a pair of black pumps with a four inch heel. By the time Alice gets my makeup done, and my below-the-shoulder length black hair styled to her taste, I have to admit that I do look rather nice. Still, I can't fight the urge to speak. "Don't you think it's a little over the top?" I ask her. "It's not even five o'clock." "It's Terry's birthday," she says, "you should look your best." This makes sense, I guess, but why isn't she all dressed up herself? Not that she isn't looking nice in her long wide legged pants and white sleeveless blouse, but that's how she usually dresses. I can't shake the feeling as if she's just taking me to the party, rather going to the party with me. When we get to Terry's place, the rest of the gang is already there. All the apprehensions I had about entering the house dressed as I am disappeared when Andrew greeted us at the door. He was wearing a blouse similar to mine, except that it was white, and a red silk knee length A- line skirt that I remembered seeing his girlfriend wear last week. His hair has been apparently lightened yet again and now he's a platinum blonde. John was already in the living room, listlessly flipping though a stack of magazines under Terry's coffee table. Like myself, he too was wearing his dress over a blouse, except in his case the blouse is off-white, with long, billowing open-cuffed sleeves, and the dress is a simple knee length, spaghetti strap thing, made of cocoa colored silk with lots of white lace just below the hem, and around the waist. Andrew and I walk over to the living room, while Alice joins Claire and Stephanie, Andrew's and John's girlfriend around the kitchen table. Like Alice, Claire is in her ordinary day wear, black trousers and a dark purple turtleneck. Only Stephanie is wearing a black sleeveless silk blouse with a black and white printed A-line skirt, but then again, Stephanie has always been prone to dressing nicely, for any occasion. I'm sitting down in the living room, my knees kept nicely together and the skirt of my dress is spread around me on Terry's couch. John is on the other end of the couch, still browsing though the magazines and Andrew is on the sofa, nervously fidgeting and trying to cover his knees with the hem of his skirt. None of us speaks, though not from embarrassment. It's not as if this is the first time we've seen each other in women's clothes. But this time, this is no costume party. We haven't lost any bets to our girlfriends, nor are we taking up any of their dares. It's not Mardi-gras nor Halloween. What this should have been is four guys sitting around a case of cold beer and boxes of hot pizza. Instead, Terry, dressed in a silver pleated halter top dress, and a pair of black, high heeled strappy sandals, brings in a tray of little sandwiches and a pot of tea. Still, we take them hastily of the platter as it gives us something to do. Something to occupy ourselves with, rather than pondering why our girlfriends have made us wear dresses and skirts this time. Before the sandwiches are gone, Ellen comes into the living room. Ellen is Terry's girlfriend and for some reason, I'm glad to see that at least she has dressed up to the occasion, although she does looked a little intimidating in her severe gray silk blouse and tight, knee length blue skirt. "Girls," she says, addressing her circle of friends. "Boys." She turns to us, drawing a stiffened giggle from the girls. "It's time for Terry's birthday present," she says. An awkward look passes among us. After repeatedly trying to get our girlfriends lo let us have some money to buy our friend a present, and failing each time, we resigned to our fate and explained to Terry that we wouldn't be getting him anything this year as our girlfriends have a too tight grip over our finances. But we didn't expect them to upstage us like that. "Us girls bought on the behalf of Terry's friends," she continued, "I hope that you boys don't mind, but we were worried you wouldn't be able to keep a secret." A new wave of giggles from around the kitchen table. I should have known - they may have chosen the present, but it's us that are paying for it, even if we don't get to see our own money anymore. "Terry, darling," she turned to him, "Your present is waiting for you in the bedroom." Without a word, Terry scurries upstairs, Ellen joins the girls around the kitchen table and we're again left to ourselves. None of us speaks until the sandwiches are gone. "You think they'll let us go out later?" John asks, breaking the silence with a rather soft, almost girlish voice. "I doubt it," I reply, noticing that I hardly sound any more masculine than him. Andrew puts down his teacup, then picks up his handbag, takes out his compact and repairs his lipstick. "Even if they do," he says, dabbing his lips with a tissue, "Do you think they'll let us change back?" As if on a cue, both John and me reach for our own handbags and repair our lipstick. I also touch up my mascara. Andrew's words are resounding in my head. Not so much the words themselves, but the unusually high pitched voice he said them in. He must have been practicing. After a while, though, I find myself occupied with the idea of us four, dressed as we are, sitting in our usual bar. I have to stiffen a giggle. "We have no money, anyway," I say. Andrew shrugs and arranges his red coral necklace. "What do you thing we're getting him, anyway?" John asks. "I don't know, but it's sure taking him a long time to find it," Andrew replies. Just at that time, Ellen comes from the kitchen. "Boys?" she says, "Why don't you come over to the lobby and take a look at Terry's present?" We see Terry at the top of the stairs, now wearing an exquisite evening gown. It's made of peach-colored silk and he's wearing a matching stole around his shoulders, bared by the strapless top of his dress. The skirt of his dress very full and it flares out even as he makes his way down the staircase - he must be wearing a petticoat underneath. His blonde hair, which he wore swept back before, now tumbles around his face in a mass of tiny curls. His makeup is much heavier than before, too, and I can't help but notice that although Ellen was downstairs the whole time, it is immaculate. The girls clap excitedly and we have no choice but to join in the applause. One by one we stop wondering what Terry's present is when we realize that he is in fact wearing it. Have we really bought Terry an evening gown? The obvious question is how much did this set us back? Somehow, I get the feeling that we didn't buy just the gown, but his shoes and lingerie too. It must have been hellishly expensive and even divided between the three of us, it still must be a lot. But then the more striking implication creeps into my brain. Terry now actually owns a dress. Unlike the rest of us, who are dressed in the clothes of our girlfriends, Terry's evening gown is his own. The squeals we emit when he thanks us for his present sound like squeals of excitement, but they are more likely squeals of fright. Two months after we have first worn our girlfriends' dresses for a costume party, we are completely at their mercies. We have no money of our own. Other than our jobs, we have no time to spend away from them. They dress us in their clothes on a whim, and looking at Terry, we know that each of us will, sooner or later, join him in the ownership of women's clothes. Looking at Terry, it is clear to us that our days as men are numbered. Is this why are squeals are so loud and so heartfelt? Then again, it is an exceptionally pretty dress.

Airtime

By: Rosie


The opening credits roll by and my mother appears on the screen. She's wearing a shiny, lime green jacket. "Is that satin?" I whisper to my father, not wanting to drown the sound of the television. The seams on it are very stiff, making it look almost as if the shoulders are padded, and although the neckline is quite high, her breast are accentuated by darts that run all the way down until they disappear in a black patent leather waist. Below the waist, the jacket flares out in an almost obscenely large peplum. The matching skirt, by contrast, is almost boring. It simply runs down in a straight line until it ends just below her knees. The camera zooms in, accentuating the details of the fabric. "Yes, it's definitely satin," I say in disbelief, and my father raises the volume. The camera also accentuates the details of my mother's face. Despite the masterful touch of the makeup artist, the teeth of time have left their traces. The skin on her neck is no longer taut, there are tiny wrinkles around her eyes, and the lines around her mouth make her cheeks stand out like pouches. She looks strict and severe, even with her blonde hair framing her face and ornamenting the shiny green shoulder. Yet somehow, she radiates an air of warmth. And her outfit with the almost embarrassingly effete peplum, and bright green shininess, does not so much clash with the look of the dignified lady as much as adds to the warmness she projects on the screen. "It's not satin," my father whispers in response. "Brushed cotton, more likely." For a split second, my eyes meet his. Then, we turn back to the screen, shaking our heads in disbelief that so much unwarranted kindness is radiated by the same woman who rules our lives with an iron fist. Ever since she has begun her broadcasting career, my mother's contracts have always specified that the clothes she wears on camera become her private property. During her years as a newscaster, she'd bring home the clothes that would get phased out of rotation every once in a while. Ever since she started hosting her own show, she has brought home the full outfit each time. In a way, that was to be expected. As a newscaster, the majority of her clothes were mix and match items that could make up different outfits. With her new show, her clothes soon became much more flamboyant, much more noticeable, so that she simply couldn't dress twice in the same clothes. And while they had less use in the daytime than the inconspicuous business-like clothes from her newscaster days, she certainly had no reason to leave them in the network's wardrobe. My mother has taken good care of her body, but still, the time goes only forward, and she certainly didn't want the same outfits worn on camera, in different shows, by other, younger, sleeker, taller or bustier women. There is another reason why my mother insists on bringing home her clothes, however, which is why my father and I are so interested in them. It is because we know that one of us will be wearing them tomorrow, when we attend the weekly tea party of her social club. Usually, that honor used to be bestowed upon my father whose closet is where my mother's clothes have been ending up since her newscaster days, but since four months ago, it is an even chance that I will have to put them on. Ever since I can remember, my mother has been making my father put on her clothes. While it was clear that he didn't really enjoy it, and that it caused him a great deal of embarrassment, he pretended that he was going along with it on his own volition, rather than risking a confrontation with my mother. From time to time, he did try to talk his way out of it, but he always backed down before his pleads could develop in a serious argument with my mother. Instead, he'd puff theatrically, "Oh, all right", as if to say the thing he puts up with for the woman he loves, and then he'd emerge from their bedroom minutes later, dressed from the skin up in my mother's clothes. "Just a bit of fun," he'd say, although there was probably nothing fun about cleaning the house in a tight dress and high heeled shoes. Looking back, I guess he was avoiding an open confrontation with my mother because he knew that she'd have her way in the end. Eventually, my mother managed to force him to rebel against her. The breaking point came when my mother brought home a ball gown had worn at an awards ceremony and told him to wear it for his birthday party. As outrageous as her demand was, my father's resistance was an even bigger surprise to everybody. This had infuriated my mother so much that she staged an impromptu, but nonetheless formal feat-of-strength, with both of my grandmothers as referees. Not wanting to fight, my father hid in their bedroom. My mother was adamant - when he came out she'd fight him whether he fought back or not. The only way she'd leave him alone was if he came out wearing the gown. After a brief intervention by my two grandmothers, my father put on the gown and formally accepted that from then on, he would wear what my mother wanted, when she wanted and where she wanted. On the screen, my mother walks across the studio to welcome her first guest. From the side, the tailored jacket nicely accentuates her slim figure. The same slim figure that has caused my father so much grief. Unlike her, my father's metabolism is much more prone to putting on weight, and she does get more exercise than him. To make sure he continues to fit in her clothes, she has him keep a very strict diet. "Isn't that great? I can eat just about anything and not gain a single ounce," she'd often tease him, wolfing down steaks, potatoes and deserts while my father nibbled on a salad. He keeps his hope alive that with age, she'll eventually start gaining weight which will allow him to eat a bit more as well, but so far, she has managed to keep her figure. She walks across the studio coquettishly, the flared hem of her jacket dancing under the bright lights with her every step. Is it my imagination, or does she does that on purpose? Is she taunting us with the overly feminine detail of her outfit that tomorrow will serve to even deepen the embarrassment of one of us? Unlike my father, I was allowed to live as a boy, and, except for the dresses I had to wear to frankly not very frequent formal visits of my maternal grandmother, I was free to wear whatever I wanted. Yet I never felt quite free and my father's fate was a constant reminder that kept me in line, well into my early adulthood. It wasn't until college when I moved away from home that I gained independence from my mother. Sadly, that only lasted one semester. When she learned about my failing grades, it was decided that I'd stay home until she was convinced that I had the determination to finish college. Three days later, I was having tea at my mother's club while the other members couldn't agree which one of us was more embarrassed - my father, who for the first time in years had to wear a dress he'd worn before, or me, wearing my mother's on-screen outfit that should be rightfully belong to my father. It is during the first commercial break that we allow ourselves to take our eyes away from the screen. My father gets up and paces nervously around the living room. He is wearing the dress my mother wore last week, a knee length, straight skirted creation made of mocha-colored sating, with a black lace overlay that just about covers his breasts, and leaves the dress above them bare. He has pulled his hair in a tight bun at the back of his head, just like my mother wore last week. His breasts, which I can't help but to admire how they push forward the bodice of his dress, are part hormones, part implants. Mine are silicone breast forms that feel both alien and disturbingly natural bouncing around in my bra. I keep looking at my father and I simply can't help but to wonder how it must feel like, to have them under your skin, a part of your body. How does it feel like when you don't have to worry about buttoning your blouse all the way up, or to wear a low-cut top. But then I look down at my own and I can't help but to admire the dance of the light, reflecting from the bright red satin of my dress with every breath I take. The commercials are over and the screen again fills up with that sleek, shiny lime green fabric. "Are you sure it's not satin?" I ask my father, but he just shushes me into silence. "I sure hope it's satin," I mutter for the last time until the end of the show.

Mother Drives Me to Work, Again

By: Rosie


The atmosphere in the car is so tense and oppressive I literally feel a choking grip on my throat but at the same time, all over my body I'm feeling light and airy. Of course I'm wishing I was wearing a suit, just like any other day, jacket, tie, shirt and pants, but that would feel so much stuffier. Hot. Uncomfortable. I'm looking forward and a bit to the right hand side but never at my mother. If I'm looking at all, mostly I keep my eyes closed. It's been a long night and an early morning so even without the suit, I'm dozing off in the heat. As another blast of warm air from the heating vent flows by my face, I can picture myself deliberating whether I should ask my mother to turn the heating down, at least for a notch, or maybe just loosen up my tie and unbutton my collar. I know that mother likes to keep warm as she drives so instead of asking her, I instinctively reach up to my neck which abruptly brings me back to reality. There is no tie to loosen, no collar to unbutton, there is no fabric around my neck at all, just a single strand of pearls. The only fabric that touches my neck is the gauzy chiffon of my sleeve which reminds me that I am not wearing a suit at all, but a light, airy dress, with a neckline that reaches just below my collarbone and gauzy, billowing sleeves that end with two inches wide strips of black satin, wrapped tightly around my wrists. The whole dress is made of black chiffon with a red, green and orange polka dot print, over a black, sleeveless silk shell. Even though the knee length skirt is not tight at all, I can't get too comfortable because I have to take care that the hem doesn't ride over my stocking tops. It's not too bad, but I'd still rather wear my suit. I knew that I would never be safe, but after more than a year of undisturbed living, I suppose I had let my guards down. I could go on about how I'd always know that it was going to happen any day but the truth is, when I answered the door yesterday evening, I couldn't be any more surprised to see my mother. She dropped her suitcase smack in the middle of my living room and I dragged it to my bedroom. Rifling through it, I recognized some of my old clothes, as well as a lot of new ones. I was going to spend enough time getting ready anyway, so I decided to stick to what I already knew. I fished out the bag with the cosmetics and went to the bathroom. We'd been through the same routine so many times now that lately, we hardly say a word. "At least you haven't put on any weight," were the first words she said to me, an hour after first coming in, when I stood before her, now dressed in a pale yellow, full skirted evening gown with a matching bolero jacket and silver sandals with four inch stiletto heels. I didn't speak much either. I had already admitted my defeat by shaving my legs, putting on white satin lingerie, the dress, shoes and makeup. All I wanted to do now was to go back home, but I knew that nothing I could say would convince my mother to change the routine. I could resign from my job by simply phoning the office, but that wouldn't please her at all. The following morning, just like every time thus far, she would make sure I was dressed up properly. Sometimes I'd wear a dress, sometimes a blouse and skirt, sometimes she'd even let me choose myself which clothes I would wear for the humiliation that awaited me, though she always insisted I wear very high heels. She would drive me to work herself and, if necessary, use force to make me enter my office to be laughed at until I was told to pick up my things and never to return. Although I've been through that ordeal many times now, it never gets any easier. Though the experience does allow me to switch on the autopilot in my mind and become merely a spectator of my humiliation. This time, it's not that hard to get to the office without attracting attention. It's a small office, in a big building. A lot of people pass by every day and no one pays any attention to just another dressed up girl, fumbling through her handbag to find her pass card, then giving up and just swiping the handbag over the scanner. We are all strangers here and even though I've been here for more than a year, I don't recognize any of the four people riding in the elevator with me. It's still early and I'm happy to see that the lights in our offices are still unlit, except for those in the boss's office. At least this time there won't be a big scene. I hesitate for a second but then hurry to Mrs. Henderson's office, afraid that if I'm too slow other people will come in. Let's get this over with, I say to myself and knock on the door. I can see my mother's car from the window in our office. Just like every time so far, she's waiting for me to leave the building, tears of shame tracing black streaks of mascara down my cheeks. She is persistent, I'll give her that. I can't say for sure, because I haven't kept my eyes on her all the time. I was called to Mrs. Henderson's office again, after everyone had come in, and she made a brief announcement that I would henceforth be working as a girl. Still, that couldn't have taken more than twenty minutes. Maybe half an hour, if I count talking to Jennifer afterwards. Other than that, for what I've seen she hasn't left the car and it's almost lunchtime before she gives up and drives away. Once the surprise settles down, I'm starting to worry. It's almost closing time and I still haven't heard from mother. I wonder if I should call her to pick me up until I realize she might have already left. A wave of relief flushes over me until I remember that I don't know if she took the spare key to my apartment. No doubt she was angry when she left. Who knows what she would do. I just hope she's left me the suitcase.

House Bill 3847

By: Sissie Maid Cuckold

"Listen to this dear, House Bill 3847 passed today with a unanimous vote and was signed into law by President Vickie Stanton. The bill will become effective immediately. Isn't that wonderful?" "Ah honey I am not sure what you are talking about?" "Oh you know that's the bill that allows for a penis operation if the wife applies for it to help reduce the divorce rate. It's designed to assist women in a happier sex life, you know we talked about it before and how it would be nice to have yours adjusted." "Ah, but, ah, I thought you were kidding honey, I mean mine is plenty big." "For you maybe but it does not do the job for me. Now according to this, I as the wife have power over your penis. It says right here that the law transfers ownership of the husband's penis to the wife and she is the has the sole power to determine the length and girth of the husband's penis. He cannot deny her this right and can be imprisoned for up to 15 years if he tries to resist and that while in prison the operation will still be conducted." "Ya but who's going to pay for it?" "Provision 12 provides that the federal government will pay for all operations in an effort to reduce the cost that divorces are causing, they feel the lower number of divorces will offset the cost and it will be a wash, isn't that nice?" Charles was not to keen on the idea. After all his penis provided him with all the pleasure he needed and having somebody play around with a knife on it was, well, not to appealing to him. He knew his wife got lots of ideas and forgot about most of them so he thought he would just let it slide and it would go away. The next day his wife Cindy was chatting with her best girlfriend Lori about the new bill. They were both excited about it and Lori pointed out that if a major size reduction were performed on the penis, which was defined as three quarter or more reduction in size, qualified for a twenty thousand dollar tax deduction the first year and fifteen thousand each year after. Lori said it was under section 13 line 24. Cindy read it and agreed it did say just that and then she asked, "But why would anyone want to have it made smaller, its small enough anyway?" "Well ok you need to read section 14. It states that any woman whose husband cannot penetrate her is by law free from sexual responsibilities to her husband and protected in her right to have sex with any other male she wants. The husband cannot divorce her, complain or cause any trouble or he will be punished by up to 20 years in a federal prison." "You mean we could have lovers and he could do nothing about it?" "Well yes exactly but it gets even better if you drop down to definitions of complaining. It says here that a complaint shall be deemed made by a husband if he says anything negative or derogatory about the other parties. Or if he should not openly support the extra marital relationship, or if he hampers the relationship in any way or if he appears to be adverse to it in any way. Such acts as refusing or resisting any assistance in any way asked for by the wife for her or her lover shall be deemed resistance and punishable by 20 years imprisonment." "So what does all that mean Lori?" "It means we can have all the lovers we want and our husbands have to like it, in fact if we want we can make them cook a nice dinner for us and our lovers and then sit by the bed and watch in case we need anything." "Are you serious Lori? You would make your husband do that?" "Yes I think I would. I was reading this story on the internet about this woman who took control of her husband and trained him to be her sissy maid and a cuckold and she has never been happier. She says he is perfectly trained now and that he has accepted it and he is actually happier now that the stress has been taken off of him." "Really, what kind of stuff are you reading Lori? This sounds like a fantasy world to me." "Ok, try going to Amazon.com you have heard of them right?" "Ya what about them?" "Go on there and do a search for sissy maids or for sissy cuckolds and just see how many books you bring up on the subject. This is no fantasy it's no fad thousands of women have turned their husbands into sissy maids, submissive and obedient to them. Terry has sat around drinking bear and watching sports for the last fifteen years while I served him like his maid. Did his laundry, cleaned his house, cooked his meals and listened to his crap and all during that time I held down a full time job and now make more money than he does so now it's my turn to have maid. With this new bill I have the opportunity to change things and have it my way and to enjoy some real cock for a change instead of his pathetic limp dick." "Wow there girl slow down I didn't mean to set you off." "Well you did Cindy, I am tired of this crap, were supposed to be equals, but its bull, the men get waited on like kings and what the hell do we get out of it? Old? Frustrated? Worn out? I am damn tired of it and this new bill is perfect for us wives to finally take and hold control. I'll tell you what I am going to do, I am going to have his shrunk so small just the head of it will be left. I will get a $20,000.00 return on my taxes and a perfect sissy maid cuckold to boot. By law he has to do whatever I say! That's what I am going to do, now what are you going to do?" "Lori, calm down, please. I get what you're saying I have been though just about the exact same thing but this is a little rash for me, I have to think this through. I think I will go to amazon.com and see what you're talking about and maybe order and read some of those books..." "Save your money I already have been there and have read many of them, I put some of them in my purse just in case you felt this way. I still want you to go out there and see that they are advertised on Amazon.com, but here take these and read them, but don't let Charles see them or get hold of them. We have to keep this between us so they don't get wind of it." Linda reached in her bag and pulled out a pile of books. They included: "a Charm School For Sissy Maids" by Mistress Lorelei, "My Husband Is MY Maid" & "Make Your Husband Your Maid" & "Keep Your Husband Your Maid" & My Husband Is Still My Maid" by Janice Parker, "Forced to be a Sissy Maid" & "How to be a Sissy Maid by Jo Santana, "Feminized Cuckold Husband" by Aimee Allison, "A Sissy is Not the Man of the House" by Mistress Jessica, "Feminized Cuckold" by Ann Michelle, "Cuckolding her Sissy Husband" by Domina Dixon. "And here is my pad and on it under Kindle you can read: "Drastic Measures" by Katie Cramer, "The Spades Club" by Michael and Dawn O'Rourke, "BBC Cuckold" by Patti James, "Black Owned" by Constance Pennington Smythe. "My God Linda, did you buy every book they had?" "You're joking right? They have like hundreds of books on these subjects." "Are you serious? Hows come I never heard about this stuff?" "Because your just like millions of other suburban housewife's that think that men are great and that we are supposed to bow down to them and suffer with whatever we have to deal with. Not me baby not anymore I am taking charge and now I have the law behind me." "Am I that naive Linda?" "Damn strait you are. These bastards have been playing us all these years and well, I think its time we play them don't you Cindy?" "Well I guess so I just don't know yet let me read these and we can talk tomorrow OK?" "Sure that works for me just remember what I said, not a word of this to Charles and don't let him see this stuff!" "Ok I won't, I promise, I will keep them hidden in the laundry room that's like a no enter zone for him." Cindy started to read the books as soon as Lori left and then stayed up most of the night reading them. She had been totally unaware of this lifestyle but it was quite evident to her that it was a fairly common one. She paused briefly from her reading and went to Amazon.com just to see. And yes it was just as Lori had said, hundreds of books on the subject of sissification, maid training and cuckoldry. There was truly a treasure trove of information for any wife. Tons of information available including providing insight on training, on the pleasures they as wives could reap, anecdotal stories about others experiences. It was truly wonderful, a must read for all women she thought. What a huge difference this all could make in the success of marriages. If women were to take charge and control their husbands to their benefit the world would certainly be a far better place. The next morning Lori called on Cindy again and found Cindy a little ragged from lack of sleep but still pouring over the literature she had left for her the day before. "Wow Lori, that's all I can say is WOW! This is fantastic, we have to do this, this will really, really work Lori." Lori just grinned back, she knew it would work, it was her idea but she was very glad her friend had come around to her way of thinking. It would make it all easier and a lot more fun. "Ok Lori so how do you see this going down?" "I think we do what the new law allows us to do. We decide that our husbands need a penile operation. We allow them to think it will be to make them bigger but in reality it will be to make them as small as possible. This way they won't fight us so much and when they come out of the operation it will be too late for them to do anything about it. It will be gone and they will only have a small portion of the head still attached." "You mean you think we should have them totally removed?" "No not totally, if they are totally removed then they fall under a transgender definition and that actually gives them rights. We have to leave just enough to keep them male. I read the entire bill by the way, only a portion of it was in the paper yesterday and I discovered several other interesting things." "Like what?" "Like there is a clause that pays for their rehabilitation after the surgery." Cindy looked confused and asked, "Ya so, wouldn't they need that anyway?" "Well yes Cindy but it's the detail that has the value. You see their definition of rehabilitation is pretty broad. It states that, "Rehabilitation shall include any services up to a 2 year period that deals with teaching the patient how to function including toilet functions and any other training that will help him acclimate to his new penis length. In the case of major reduction surgeries this shall include lifestyle changes deemed beneficial to the patient's wife. These lifestyle changes may include occupational changes, domestic changes, appearance and all other changes that the patient's wife deems necessary from his original status. The spirit of the law takes into consideration that any change deemed prudent by the wife to improve her role and happiness in the marriage shall be approved." "Ok so what is so important about that Lori?" "Here is why this is so important. I did some checking and there are actually quite a few schools around the country that specialize in sissification and sissy maid training. All we have to do is fill out a very simple form saying we feel that the sissification and maid training of our husbands will be beneficial to our marriages and they get whisked away for training and it's paid for by the government!" "Wow, you mean we get them the operation and then send them off and get back fully trained sissy maids and cuckolds? Are you serious? We can really do that?" "Yes Cindy we can really do that and in the meantime we can be breaking in a few good men as lovers and getting used to them. That way when our husbands return as sissy maids all of it will be set!" "So like have you picked out a school yet?" "Yes I think so it's called, "Miss Marsha's School of Sissification and Behavior Modification for Wayward males." They have been around for many years. The current owner's mother started the place and trained her father to be a sissy maid cuckold. So she has grown up understanding and being a part of applying the techniques. They say, "We will guarantee a perfectly sissified, subjugated male in 60 days or less." "How can they do that?" "I don't know how I just know she has provided over 200 former clients as references so that says a lot. She did tell me that since the new law was passed and announced their phone has been ringing off the hook so I went ahead and made a reservation for Charles and Terry so we need to get them operated on right away. She also said she would make it so that they are sedated at the hospital before they are moved so they will never even know where they are." "Oh Lori I am so excited about this it's sort of scary to but I love it, I just love it, there is this guy at work that has been hitting on me for months and I have really wanted to try him out and now I can, I can't wait, this is going to be sooo much fun Lori." "Yes it is Cindy, let's go over to the hospital and get the paper work done right now." The two ladies went over to the hospital and asked at reception where to go. The pretty lady behind the counter directed them to a room that was set up especially for the task. When they entered a woman greeted them and asked if she could be of assistance. They told her what they were after and she smiled back and said, "You ladies are smart we expect to get swamped in just a few days so you timed this just right and we can take care of you right away. We have brought in a special team of well trained surgeons to do the work, and just so you know, they are ALL women so you can be assured the work will be done properly. So what are we going to do to your husband's penises?" "Well we actually don't want them enlarged like most will probably want we want them reduced." The clerk looked up at them and smiled, "Don't worry dears; we think the vast majority of wives will want the same thing. Actually the way the bill was written it was designed to encourage reduction over enlargement. The fact is most men can't handle what they have now and making it bigger is not going to help. And honestly there has been some discussion whether trying to enlarge one is even possible. That part of the bill was put in there simply to satisfy the male egos. This bill, signed into law by President Vickie Stanton was designed to transfer the power to the women of this country. She is going to be a very powerful president and the rumor is that her husband will be the first male first lady in the white house. She supposedly intends to sissify him and display him publicly over the next year, now it's still just a rumor but one of the doctors here has a sister who is the presidential Physician and it comes straight from her. We have also been told by reliable sources that he had his penile reduction done last week." "Wow" said Cindy while Lori smiled and nodded her head. "Ok now are you aware of the post operation rehabilitation clause?" "Yes we have and we have chosen a facility already. It's "Miss Marsha's School of Sissification and Behavior Modification for Wayward males." "Oh yes, very good choice, I am familiar with them." "You are?" Asked Linda. Yes several of our female doctors and nurses occasionally volunteer out there to do breast implants, testicle tucks and penis reductions. They believe in it wholeheartedly so volunteer their time. Now with the new law they will get paid, it's so nice to have a woman president who believes so strongly in women's rights. "Oh, that reminds me, we want to have testicle tucks done as well." Cindy looked surprised and asked, "What is a testicle tuck?" The clerk smiled at her and asked, "You are going to feminize him right?" "Well yes". "Ok then you will want him to have a testicle tuck. What it is, is the testicles are pushed up inside his body cavity and the scrotum is reduced in size to make sure they stay in. He will present a much nicer and more feminine image if he has no bulges showing. His panties will fit better and just so you know why we recommend this procedure rather than castration is that with his penis reduction he will still get sexually stimulated but have no way to relive it himself. It can only be relived from anal stimulation like with a dildo or a real cock. This provides much greater control over him as well as encourages him to obey you or suffer. You will be the one that determines when he can climax and that's a very powerful tool." Cindy and Lori had huge smiles on their faces. Lori spoke up, "This is just so fantastic we are so glad we got to speak with you about this now what do we need to do." "Well as you know as the wife you have full power of attorney under the new law to make any penis adjustments. We will fill out these documents and then you sign them. If I understand you correctly you would like to have a sissification adjustment done to each of your husbands, this includes removing the entire penis shaft and leaving only a portion of the penis head and even that will be reduced. It is moved and angled back between his legs assuring he will have to sit to pee properly and it includes a testicle tuck in which the testicles are placed up in the body cavity and the scrotum is greatly reduced to maintain them in that position. Does this sound about right?" The ladies agreed that it did and signed the necessary documents to have the procedure implemented. "Ok how about Monday morning at 7:00 AM in the west wing, no food or liquids after 10:00 PM the night before. You will see the receptionist in the West Wing and she will direct you to the operating room. The operation will take no more than an hour and he will have to stay in for three days unless there are complications. After that we will provide them with a strong sedative and then transport them directly to "Miss Marsha's School of Sissification and Behavior Modification for Wayward males." Where their staff will continue to monitor them as well as rehabilitate them into very pretty, very obedient, sissy maids and cuckolds. You won't be disappointed." "This is just wonderful we certainly appreciate your time and advice and we're looking forward to new husbands," Said Lori. "Good luck to both of you and do read up on the subjects of feminization, sissification, maid training and cuckolding so you are a breast of the latest ideas and techniques." "Were actually doing that right now," replied Cindy. The ladies chit chatted all the way home bubbling over with excitement and anticipation. Monday was still three days off and neither was sure if they could keep still until it occurred. They both told their husbands what was up and reminded them the penalties if they did not show. Informing them that it was out of their hands now. Both husbands had decided mentally that a bigger dick would be ok if for nothing else than just for bragging rights. The wives led them to believe their five and half inch looser dicks would be eight and half inches and thick as mans arm. Monday morning found both husbands going into surgery rooms next to each other at the same time. Soon they were fast asleep and the procedures began. It was only an hour and both were in the recovery room, groggy and feeling poorly. After a few more hours they came around and their wives visited them and assured them that everything went as planned. By the third day when it ws getting close to time for them to be sedated to leave, the floor doctor made her rounds before releasing them. She pulled back the bandages. To inspect, both men reacted the same way and wanted to see their new manhood's. The doctor instructed the nurse to give them an oral sedative and then held up a mirror for them to see. "But I can't see it, I can see anything", each of them responded when given their turn to look. "Well that's probably because there is nothing there to see, your penis reduction was made at 95% so all that is left is the tip of the head and since you also had a testicle tuck why would there be anything to see?" "What, what the hell do you mean by penis reduction and at 95% what the hell did you do to me?" Lori stepped closer to the bed. "What did you think I was going to do give you a huge cock so you could flaunt it around? You couldn't satisfy me with what you had so I figured it was no good and had it removed or well reduced. You're going to be transferred to a special school for dickless wonders like you Terry and you better do what they say and come out a changed man or further actions will be taken. Remember I have the full weight of the law on my side." "You bitch, you tricked me you fucking bitch!" About that time the sedative started to take effect and put Terry under real fast. The doctor just smiled at Linda and said, "Well that's a typically normal male reaction, it's worthless to you and them and yet they still brag about it, men!" The doctor then finished the release papers' and terry and George were sent off to "Miss Marsha's School of Sissification and Behavior Modification for Wayward males,"for reeducation. "Wow Linda, what do we do now?" "Well I don't know about you but I am going to go to Victoria's Secret and get a few new things and then to a dress shop and buy some new sexier dresses and go man hunting." "Really, you think we should?" "Why not you afraid your husband's going to walk in catch you?" They both had a great laugh over that and could feel the power coursing through their vanes. "Oh was Charles mad, he was calling me names and throwing a fit as he drifted off to never, never, land. I am sure the doctor knew what was going to happen because she gave him the sedative before she showed him what happened to his dick. It was priceless I tell you, the horror on his face when he discovered he had lost his manhood, well at least what little manhood he ever had, I loved it, I simply loved it!" They both laughed their butts off. Lori confirmed that Terry did the same thing and they agreed all men were the same, at least the ones that got married and they needed to get some real man meat after years of doing without. "I was just thinking Cindy, what do you think they will really look like when we get them back, can't you see them limp wristed and lisping and mincing along as they walk in high heels?" "I can now after reading those books you lent me, how about them serving us and our lovers drinks in a sissy little French Maids uniform and curtseying to us and our lovers or, or addressing our lovers as Sir and Mr. can't you just imagine them doing that?" "Well you read the same books I did and as you can see plenty of other wives are already doing it and they didn't have "Miss Marsha's School of Sissification and Behavior Modification for Wayward males." To train them, nor have the surgery help we do. I almost feel guilty about it, I said almost now not that I do or did or ever will, I can't wait to have a sissy servant as a housemaid and big strong hunk as a lover." The girls got to the mall and did their shopping, Cindy said she was going to wear something sexy to work tomorrow to see if Ron Upton her coworker would hit on her again and if he did she was going to invite him for the night. She told Lori how Ron had been a baseball player and as very fit. She said she could see his mussels just ripple on him sometimes and it was all she could do to tell him no when he asked her out. She said he knew she was married and didn't seem to care; kept asking her if her husband was taking care of her needs. Lori asked her what he looked like and Cindy swooned. She said, "oh Ron is a gorgeous; he is about 6' 2" right at 200 pounds. He has Black hair and is very fit. And...well...he is Black!" "Are you serious? You have a hunk of a Black guy hitting on you, you lucky girl you. I had some college roommates that tried Black and they used to get so giddy over talking about their Black boy friend's that it drove me crazy, but they said the stories were true that the Black guys were way better lovers than their white boyfriends were. There so aggressive, they know what they want and go after it they used to say. Talk about hot just imagine Charles serving you and Ron in his sissy maids uniform totally unable to fuck you now that he is totally dickless and having to watch and listen to you moaning under a hot Black guy, oh wow Cindy this is great. I have to find me a Black lover too, I always wanted to try Black but with my upbringing and all I was always afraid of being ostracized if I did." "I may make him beg Ron to fuck me and tell him why." "What are you talking about Cindy?" "Oh I was just day dreaming Lori, I was imagining Charles standing their totally embarrassed and humiliated all sissied up in his French Maids uniform and holding a tray with snacks on it and me telling him to beg Mr. Upton to fuck his wife and why he wants him to fuck me. Can you imagine him doing that? I mean according to the law he has to do it or go to jail for 20 years right?" "That's exactly right sister and make sure he knows it, you might want to tell him that if he does go to jail he will go dressed like a girl as well because you still have authority over him even in prison and can determine what he wears." "Oh this is sooo fun Linda." *********************************************************************** ************* The husbands arrived at "Miss Marsha's School of Sissification and Behavior Modification for Wayward males," and were taken inside to the receiving room and were fitted with several devices. The first was a heavy locking collar with a shocking device inside of it. There was no way for the wearer to remove it unless it was unlocked, any attempt would instantly activate the heaviest shocking charge at 3 pulses per second, enough to knock a person to the floor. The second was a penis gag with a feeding tube attached. This device was fitted to and locked to the trainees head and filled his mouth causing it to stay open. There was a hole in the end and a tube could be attached to feed the wearer though the penis so there was no need to remove it for any reason. Thirdly were ankle stretchers. These were similar to high heels but forced the toes down causing the tendons to stretch. Moist heat was applied to the tendons as there were stretched out to accommodate a 7" heel. No one expected these candidates to walk in 7" heels but by stretching them is this manner anything less than a 4" heel would be uncomfortable to even walk in. Work would be done on these twice daily with moist heat being applied and the stretcher adjusted to keep stretching the tendon. Relaxing shots were put into the tendons to allow them to stretch beyond anything normal. This stretching was so severe that they would and could never return to normal. Males who had their feet so trained could never walk in anything less than a 4" heel without being in severe pain. In one sense their feet were being destroyed but all to serve a purpose though feminization. They were then fitted with a corset. It was tough to get on them and to lace properly with them being unconscious but it had to be done. Most males were to strong to attempt to perform this task while they had all their facilities so as tough as it was when they were unconscious it was still far easier. Now that these things had been accomplished their ankles and wrists were secured to the bed so they could not hurt anyone. Finally a helmet was put over their head with ear phones and display that could be used to conduct photos, videos and sounds to them. Total sensory deprivation to their ears and eyes was otherwise cut off. The School would provide them with the "Proper" sensor stimuli. Slowly the two begin to come around, Terry fist but Charles was right behind him. They were both in a panic which could be told by their twitching and jerking. They tried to speak but their mouths were stretched open and filled with the Black penis gags that had been fitted to each of them. Their minds were racing as their last conscious thoughts had been based upon calling their wife's terrible names and fretting over their lack of penis and balls. Ms Jenifer the daughter of Miss Marsha the school founder took the microphone, "Well hello sleepy heads, this is Mistress Jenifer and I will be your hostess for the next 60 days, that is unless you decide to fail your courses, which really would be a very bad idea. But if you do you will be a guest at "Miss Marsha's School of Sissification and Behavior Modification for Wayward males" for an additional 90 days and well, we have only had one guest dumb enough to do that. As you can tell by the name of our school you are here to get your behavior modified in a manner suitable to serving your lovely wife's as feminine sissy maids. You will also be schooled in cuckoldry so you will be able to serve your wife and her lovers in a proper and dignified manner. In case you are wondering what is happening to you right now I will explain. We have installed ankle stretchers on your feet so that after some time you will have to wear high heels of at least 4" or higher or suffer severe pain. We have encased you in a lovely corset to help narrow your waist. You mouth feels full because it is filled with a large Black cock, well really it's just a Black penis gag and you will be fed through it and only through it. We have a special diet for you which will cause you to lose about 60 pounds each, reduce what little muscle tone you have and provide you with a much prettier figure. We really do want you to get your girlish figure back! Your neck is encased in a shock collar. Any attempt to remove it will result in this," At which time Ms Jenifer pushed a button which relayed a horrible shock through the collar and nearly took their breaths away. Even their screams could be heard though the penis gags. "The good thing is you get to chose when we use this collar on you, if you are good little girls you will choose not to have it used but if you are bad little girls you will have chosen for us to use it a lot. It's up to you. Ok let's get right down to it, why are you here? Well I am sure you already know that our marvelous President Ms. Vickie Stanton has signed House Bill 3847 into law. This bill gives the power over your penis to your wives, who decided that yours were pretty much worthless and had them reduced by 95%. In reality all you have is the resemblance of your penis head between your legs aimed in such a fashion that you will have to sit to pee just like a real girl. Isn't that wonderful? No more missing the toilet and no more splashing. Now why that’s so good is that when you leave here you’re going to be working for you wives as maids, sissy maids to be exact, yes you will wear those cute little French Maids uniforms you guys all like so much and do all of the housework including cleaning toilets. So the messier they are, the more work they are. Now the last part of what I want to talk to you about today is the helmets you are both wearing. The only sounds you will hear are what I decide you should hear. If you are bad little girls you won’t hear anything and believe me when I tell you that you can actually go insane if I stop you from hearing and seeing and moving about long enough. Good little girls get to hear nice things bad little girls don get to hear anything. For the next two weeks you will not know what time it is and will be confined to the table as you now are. If you want to have these things removed after two weeks then you will certainly want to be good little girls. Your eyes will only see what I want them to see and once again if you are a good little girl you will get to see nice pretty things, other sissies like you doing what good little sissies do. As time goes on I will allow you to see your wives, of course they will be with their lovers doing sexual things but I am sure you will enjoy knowing they are happy and having fun while you are here being trained. They want you to learn to be a very good cuckolds and sissy maids which means you will be serving your wife and her lover when you leave here as a perfect little sissy maid. Now my advice to you is to accept that you are no longer men or husbands that you are here to become good little sissy girls learning how to be proficient maids and cuckolds. If you don’t, well…this is what you will get…” Ms Jenifer then pushed the button and held it in for a full five seconds causing the candidates to thrash and twist around. When she released the button they were both spent and totally devastated. At the same time the sound and sight was stopped and it soon had its affect. At first the relief seemed wonderful but soon the disconnect took effect and the candidates began to react. The staff was well aware of what their reactions meant and when they were near total panic the staff turned on both the sound and the visual. The candidates were now tuned into a sissification hypnotic program. Photos of all sorts of sissy’s dressed, undressed and partially dressed were flashed before them with subliminal messages. The music was captivating and calming with a very quiet voice telling them they wanted to be sissy maid cuckolds and why. The photos showed various sissies doing things from housework and laundry to serving guests and sucking cock. And while the two husbands never had anticipated such events nor had they any desire to be feminine they could not ignore what was before their eyes and in their ears. After 53 minutes a new scene appeared and this one said they wanted to be men and not be sissies and when this one showed a shock was given to condition them to not want to think about being male at all. The frequency of this scene was random and would happen anywhere from 11 minutes to 2 hours and 12 minutes. This caused the sissies minds to truly fear anything masculine. Each time a sissy refused an order, acted like a man or anything remotely disobedient or masculine a shock was levied on the candidate. As the training progressed the wives sent the school photos and videos of them with their lovers which were incorporated into the training. The staff could always tell when those scenes appeared do to the effect it had on the candidates. After two weeks of this type of intensive training the sissies had lost muscle tone, their ankle tendons were dramatically stretched and their minds had been altered. Their masks were removed and for the first time in two weeks they had contact with the real world. Ms. Jenifer appeared over them, she was an absolutely stunning woman and their eyes felt as if they had candy in them looking at her. It was such a wonderful relief to see the real world again and then to see this beautiful creature made it surreal. Both husbands questioned if this was reality but then the penis gags were still there and their jaws were stretched and sore so they knew it was. “Hi girls, I am Ms. Jenifer, I hoped you enjoyed your two weeks in seclusion but more so I hope you learned a lot during those two weeks. You are now going to advance to stage two of your training. If you don’t do well in stage two you will repeat stage 1 for 4 weeks and while it will be similar the shock treatments are 4 times as often, so you may wish to think about that before you offer any resistance in stage two. Now before we can release you we have to put on your permanent make up. The makeup artist will be here real soon to do that. She will do your lips last and to do them she will have to remove your wonderful penis gags. When she does you better act like the good little girls I want you to become or else…well…not many have survived the 4 weeks with 4 times the shock rate is all I will say.” The makeup artist arrived and was nice looking and spoke pleasantly to them encouraging them on how pretty they would be and how much they would like it. Anything she said they agreed with for fear of what might happen. She put permanent eyeliner on them and then removed their penis gags. They worked their jaws as she told them how good they would look once they got to suck a real cock. She went on about good the flavor was and how rich the aroma was and as she talked it flashed memories of the training films and it stimulated them. She applied the permanent lip liner and pink color to their lips. The lip color was done to make sure no one would confuse them as boys but yet light enough so that lip stick could be applied over it to offer a wider color selection in the future. She talked to them just like they were girls. When the Makeup artist was finished the two were helped to sit up and get dressed. They had never worn women’s clothing before but after two weeks of watching other sissies wear it they knew what it was all about. Two assistants helped get each of them dressed and then get their heels on. The heels locked on so they could not be removed and a short chain connected them preventing them for taking big steps. They were cautioned to mince just like they had learned from the other sissies the last two weeks. The clothing and the pretty ladies helping them had a sexually stimulating affect on them. Neither had, had sex in over two weeks now and both were regular masturbators so it was beginning to work on them. However neither of them had enough dick to play with and this was noted and perplexed both of them. They were assisted in their walking and both quickly learned how to walk in heels, though it would take each of them some time to master the art. Now they would begin phase two. Cindy had worn her new clothes to work the following day and it did not take Ron long to notice her. He smiled at her and told her how nice she looked and that he liked her new outfit. “Thank you Ron, but you can only see part of my new outfit, if you would like to see the rest of it I think we can arrange that.” “Oh you little minx what do you have in mind, where is Charles at?” “Are you aware of the new House Bill the president just signed into law?” “Do you mean the one where wives can have their husbands penises adjusted?” “Yes that’s the one. Well Charles had a 95% penis reduction and he’s now away at school recovering?” “What kind of school did he go to, to recover?” “It’s called “Miss Marsha’s School of Sissification and Behavior Modification for Wayward males.” “Oh I have heard of that school, so you sent him there and decided to take control of your sex life did you Cindy?” “Well let’s just say I decided to let somebody other than Charles control my sex life, somebody who could do a better job than he did, would you know anybody who might qualify for that position Ron?” “In fact I do lets go to your house after work and well discus the terms.” Ron followed Cindy home and they didn’t bother with dinner, they went right to the bedroom and enjoyed each other very much. Cindy finally got to experience a real climax and not just one but dozens, She felt young and alive. Her pussy throbbed with pleasure and she had never been happier. On one of their breaks coming up for air Ron spotted one of the books Cindy had on interracial cuckolding. He asked her about it and what her plans were so she explained it all to him. How Charles was being turned into a sissy maid cuckold as they spoke and was going to be kept that way permanently and how she wanted a real man as a real lover in her life. Ron listened intently and asked a few questions here and there. She told him all of the financial and domestic advantages of keeping Charles as a sissy maid and the laws that would affect him if he refused. Ron liked the whole idea and he really liked Cindy a lot. They discussed his moving in with her because her house was much larger than his apartment. She told Ron that the school wanted photos and videos to use to train Charles an asked how he felt about that. He just smiled at her and said, “Let’s do it.” They were both turned on at the thought of showing off for Charles so they really got into it and made lots of material to send to the school. The school appreciated it and put it to good use right away. In some of the videos they came right out and said, “Hope you enjoy looking at these Charles as much as we enjoyed making them.” The affect was strong on all of them. Ron and Cindy felt empowered and Charles felt defeated, exactly the way each should have felt. Lori was doing the same thing with her new boyfriend a Black guy as well that she picked up a local bar. Very handsome and muscular and with a very large, very hard, very durable Black cock! Both wives were ecstatic over the events that had occurred, they were glad they had made the choices they did and looked forward to the future when things promised to get even better. The school had provided them with a guide book called “How to own, train and care for a sissy maid cuckold.” The book detailed things like what to feed them, what to expect, how to punish, how to reward and a section on the sissy’s new bedroom. This provided a guide on to set up a very feminine and juvenile bedroom suitable to the sissy. What not to do as well as what to do. Both women had spent a considerable amount of time decorating and furnishing their respective sissy’s bedrooms. Phase two training taught the new found sissies how to dress, gesture and think like girls. Both of them did better than average not spending as much time in punishment as the average sissy did. They also learned a great deal about doing their hair and their makeup. Various styles were tried on the wigs they were wearing until their own natural hair grew out. Of course all body hair had been removed during the phase one training. By the end of the forth week they were becoming quite adept as walking in heels, sitting, crossing their legs, curtsying as well as dressing and makeup. When they graduated into phase three they were taken singularly into an office where Ms Jenifer and two other staff members quizzed them. Asking them about their concerns, problems, goals and all other aspects of their training and their future. One of the questions asked was how their sex life was. Of course they all said that is was nonexistent. Ms. Jenifer would lean over to them and ask them if they missed it and if they wished they could have sex again. They all said they did. She would smile at them coyly and tell them that if they were very special girls for the whole week they could earn some time with her having sex. It comes as no shock that even though these males were not men anymore the allure of such a beautiful and sensual woman was too much to resist and they all agreed to it. They were not sure how it could happen or even if it could happen but what did they have to lose? Phase three taught them how to serve, to do menial work like scrubbing floors and toilets, ironing and doing laundry and such. It also taught them how to accept butt plugs. There were 5 sizes and each day required that they take the next larger size. The first three were fairly easy to accept but the last two and especially the last one was quite difficult. But Both Terry and Charles were able to do it and received much praise from Ms. Jenifer. She told them both that they had earned a sex session with her and led them into a special room. This room had several apparatuses in it that could only be described as breeding stocks. Both sissies were placed into a set and then the stocks were rolled over facing each other. Their lips were just an inch apart. When this had been completed a Black man with a very large cock entered the room naked and walked over to them and stuck his hard cock between their faces. They could each smell his manhood and their faces and lips were in contact with his hard cock. Ms. Jenifer wearing a large Black Strap on cock then walked behind Terry, lifted his dress and lowered his panties and lubed him up. She slowly pushed the big Black cock in and allowed him to adjust to it. She told the two girls to lick and kiss the hard cock in fort of them and they did exactly as told. She smiled knowingly at this. She had seen it so many times. White guys who thought they were real men, vowing to never bow to a cock greedily sucking away at one the first chance they got. She began to pump Terry’s ass and soon he was getting into it. He had seen these things during his first two weeks training maybe ten thousand times. He knew what it meant and he slipped right into the role without hesitation. It was only a few minutes before he began to moan and try and grind against Ms. Jenifer’s cock. Then he felt so close to a climax that he began to sing and moan and yell and beg. At first this startled Charles but then it excited him and finally when Terry came he was trying to get the entire Black cock down his throat and the Black man came in his mouth sending Terry completely over the edge into the most fantastic climax of his entire life. When he finally finished cuming he broke into laughter, he was so overwhelmed by the effect it amazed him and he loved it. Ms. Jenifer left him and got behind Charles and performed the same act on him bringing him to the most wonderful climax of his life while swallowing a load of Black semen from the marvelous Black cock in front of him. Ms. Jenifer ordered her two trainees to kiss each other and make love with their lips and tongues while she took photos and watched them. They did as they were told and passed this ever important test of performing with another sissy. The next week they were introduced to cuckolding scenarios and instructed how to properly respect and serve their wives lovers. They were put through their paces 6 times a day. They learned how to fluff and orally clean, how to serve, polish shoes, iron clothes, wash cars. And at the end of the week all of the sissified husbands that passed got to be girl fucked again and it was marvelous once again. The training continued until the 60 days was up and on the last day there was a graduation ceremony held. All the wives were in attendance and many of their lovers were as well. This had been encouraged by the school. Cindy and Lori both had their lovers with them for the occasion. Forty two sissies would be graduating from this class and the ceremony started early in the morning to accommodate the entire class. Each of the sissy’s had to stand up on the stage and model and walk telling what they learned about these things. Then they had to choose a very girly or sissy song and sing it. Charles’s was “I m a little tea pot” and Terry’s was “Man I feel like a woman.” They each had to tell about the skills they learned and how to be a good cuckold. Then each one had to denounce being a male and everything masculine in their lives and dedicate themselves to being perfect little sissy maid cuckolds serving their wives faithfully and flawlessly. Then each wife and her lover was brought up on stage and each sissy husband curtsied to each of their wives and her lover then dedicated himself to each of them and then knelt and kissed their feet. They were then handed a certificate of sissy maid cuckold training, a new ID with their picture and new name on it and their new name was announced. Terry’s new name was Teresa and Charles new name was Cherry. The audience clapped for each graduate and each graduate curtsied to the crowd. When the ceremony was over there was a party and of course all the sissies changed into their maids uniforms and served at the party. A great deal of discussion took place but it was noticed that not one of the trainees acted out or acted in a masculine manner at all. The wives were all so pleased they could hardly believe how cute, feminine and well mannered their “waste of space” husbands had become. Their only question was, “why didn’t we do this years ago?” When the party broke up and they went to their cars. Cindy, Ron and Cherry got in and Cindy turned to her well feminized sissy maid cuckold and asked, “Well young lady what do you have to say for yourself now that your training is over?” “I am very thankful Madam to you for taking things into your own hands and helping me become a useful and pleasant person. I am very much looking forward to serving you and Mr. Upton as your sissy maid cuckold Ma’am.” Very good little pansy don’t forget it because “Miss Marsha’s School of Sissification and Behavior Modification for Wayward males,” does have a punishment course for any male who deviates from their training. Oh yes and by the way when we get home you will ask Mr. Upton to give you a good and proper spanking so that you are fully aware of his capabilities and the place he holds in our home. And when he is done you will graciously thank him for the encouragement he had just given you. What do you think about that sissy Cherry?” “I would be very happy and honored to receive proper discipline from such an honorable man as Mr. Upton, Ma’am. Cindy and Ron knew they had many wonderful years ahead of them and Cherry, Cherry’s mind had been altered and conditioned so much she didnt know any better than to be just the perfect little sissy maid cuckold that she had been transformed into. As they walked into the house Cindy smiled at the feminine walk that Cherry displayed. As a woman she knew full well what this kind of sensual walk meant and did. “Cherry, come with me I want to show you were you will be sleeping now that Ron has moved in. I am sure you understand he sleeps in my bed now and that you won’t, right?” “Oh yes Ma’am, I do understand Ma’am.” “Good girl, I am glad we won’t have any problems about that. Ok here is your new room.” Cherry’s eyes got very big as she looked into the ultra feminine room. There was not a touch of masculinity and Cherry was impressed and showed it though a smile. The colors were pinks and whites and a few yellows. Dolls and pictures of ballerinas and all sorts of feminine objects decorated the room. The bed was about a foot short for Cherry’s height and that was recommended by the school. The theory was that a sissy should always try to be as small as possible and sleeping small in a bed was an effective way to reinforce that feeling. Cherry noticed a vanity against one wall and what appeared to be a well stocked makeup kit. Ms. Cindy instructed him to look in his dresser drawers and when Cherry did he found all sorts of beautiful panty and bra sets, nylons and camisoles. Cindy had been told by the school to have a shirt and pair of pants that he used to wear hanging in the closet to test his reaction. So Cindy watched carefully as she told her new pansy to check out his closet. The first door he opened was full of beautiful dresses. Cherry actually moaned when he saw them revealing the extent of his sissification. Sissy’s who have been well indoctrinated into sissification crave ruffles and lace and can’t help themselves. When Cherry opened the second door staring him right in the face was one of his old men’s shirts and pants! As soon as he saw them he jumped backward and then turned and ran to the other side of the bed and cowered. Cindy was taken aback by this not expecting such a strong reaction and immediately went over to her prissified husband to see what the matter was. He was shaking and had a terrified look on his face. As she watched tears started to erupt and run down his cheeks. She hugged him and said, “Oh baby girl what’s the matter sweetie, what scared you so badly?” “Th, th, th, pa, pa, pants and a a a the sh, sh, shirt Ma’am, please don’t make me wear them, oh please don’t make me wear them please Ma’am? I will do anything else you say, anything just please, please, please don’t make me wear boys clothes ever again, please, please, Ma’am,” and he started crying uncontrollably. “Oh sweetie, don’t worry I know you don’t want to wear boys clothes again or even for one second pretend to be a boy ever again. I want you to be my pretty sissy girl as much as you do honey. Just don’t you worry we have gotten rid of your manhood and you will remain a perfect little pansy for the rest of your life ok.” “Thank you Ma’am.” “Here let’s do this, why don’t you go take them out of your closet and get a pair of scissors and cut them up in little pieces and throw them away so you know for sure you won’t have to wear them ever again, Ok sissy boi?” “Yes Ma’am thank you Ma’am, can I do it right away Ma’am?” “Yes you can sweetie and then I want you to report to Ron in the living room so I can watch you get your first sissy spanking from your new Black Master.” Cherry got up straightened his skirt and approached the closet with great apprehension. He carefully removed the two hangers and held them as if he were carrying a dead skunk at arm’s length and with his made up face fully contorted! He got a pair of scissors and cut them in to small pieces with a vengeance and placed them in a bag and took them outside and put them in the garbage can. After he had gotten rid of them Cindy could see his attitude change back to one of a being a prissy sissy and ready to serve and obey. Cherry then remembered his appointment with the spanking administer in the living room and hurried to meet his fate. He stood in front of Ron with Cindy sitting next to her Black lover smiling from ear to ear. She realized the meaning of her husband submitting to an over the knee, skirt up, spanking by her Black lover. It was an act of total and complete submission. Cherry remembered what he had been told and he proceeded with it. “Master Ron Sir, I am asking you to paddle me Sir for being an inferior white sissy cuckold to you and my wife Sir. I deserve a very had spanking so that I may better know and understand your power over me Sir. Please, please Sir, will you pleases spank me Sir?” “Now that you mention it pansy boi I will be glad to do just that. Your wife has been talking about me doing that to you since the rest of your worthless dickette was removed. She would get so hot talking about it I would barely get my big hard Black cock into her and she would cum. Can you imagine that? Oh I suppose you can’t sissy boi. But you will, or maybe you do know, we sent quite a few videos and photos of me fucking her and I bet you watched them over and over just to see what your wife looked and sounded like when she got fucked by a real man. Well Ok, turn around here I want to put a plastic wire tie on your wrists just so your tempted to try and protect your pink panty covered sissy ass when I spank you. Good girl. I bet you LOVE being called a girl now, as pretty as you are an I bet your really good at sucking Black cock just like a real girl and yes I bet if you’re not good at taking Black cock up your sissy ass you will be when I get done with you. Now lay over my lap facing your wife so she can see your face as I spank you. Now here is the deal Cherry girl, if you’re a really good girl you will get spanked once a week and fucked as well after sucking my Black cock and swallowing every drop. But if you’re a bad girl you will get spanked really hard each time plus an extra one for the week. But you won’t get to be fucked. Now I know what sissy bois like you get used to and want and you want my Hard Black cock as bad as or worse than your wife does. So don’t play coy with me you pathetic panty waist. Tell us how much you like Black cock and how glad you are that your wife finally has real cock, Black cock to satisfy her.” Mr. Upton brushed up Cherry’s dress and petticoats and began to spank the sissified husband’s panty covered ass in front of his wife. Cindy‘s eyes glazed over as she watched her lovers powerful Black hand come down again and again on her panty clad husbands lily white ass. Her pussy began to drip as she was now seeing what she and Ron had talked about so many times. Seeing it in real was so much better than her fantasy was and her fantasy was perfect. She had cum several times just talking and thinking about it and now here it was for real. Her lover so manly and strong and her husband such a pathetic sissy, weak and feminine submitting without resistance showing he knew Mr. Upton was his Master. Cherry’s face went from surprise to pain to flowing tears in a minute or two much to the delight of his pretty sexy wife. She loved seeing her subordinate husband put in his place and especially at the Black hands of her masculine lover. Cindy slid her hand inside her panties and began to finger herself and as she called out to Ron, “harder spank the pussy boi harder lover.” She came over and over and Ron knowing the effect it was having on her obliged her by doing just what she asked. Cherry began to kick his heels furiously as the pain became unbearable seeing this excited Cindy even more and she was frantically fingering herself to a second set of climaxes. Ron realized how hard he was paddling the panty waist and began to ease up. All the while warning him he better not make any mistakes or disappoint him or his lovely cuckoldress wife or else. When Mr. Upton was done he literally shoved Cherry off his lap causing him to crash to the floor, he then ordered the sissy to his knees while Ron opened his zipper and pulled out an eight and one half inch hard Black cock for Cherry to suck. Tears were still racing down Cherry’s cheeks as he sobbed and opened his mouth taking the cock in and like a huge Black pacifier, soon after the big cock filled the pussy boi’s mouth he quit sobbing and started sucking. There was still the occasional muscle reaction in Cherry’s body from the sobbing, but both Ron and Cindy noticed how fast he calmed down after taking the cock in. Somehow he looked perfectly natural sucking on Ron’s cock and Cindy said, “Oh honey look how cute he looks with your cock in his mouth. I love it; I want a picture of him so we can hang it up in the living room. It will look so darling on the wall.” Cherry worked Ron’s cock like a pro using all of the skills he had been taught at the school. It was not long before Ron was ready to cum and so he took a hold of Cherry’s head and used his mouth as a pussy, fucking it as hard as he wanted. When he started to cum Cherry automatically began to swallow and suck at the same time making sure to take every last drop of the superior Black cum being unloaded into his lipstick covered lips. When he was finished he continued to caress the cock with his tongue knowing that if he wanted to get his weekly release, he would have to make the wonderful Black cock hard again and hope that Mr. Upton, his new Black Master would want to fuck his sissy pussy ass. After gently and skillfully working the Black cock for several minutes Ron looked at Cindy and said, “Are you ready to watch me fuck your pansy husband for the first time and really show him who’s boss. Cindy came at those words but managed to cry out that she was ready and to hurry and fuck him real good. Ron told Cherry to bend over the back of the sofa, his hands till bound behind him. Cherry did as told and Ron soon had his cock poking at his opening. He enter and pushed it steadily in until his huge Black balls were pressed against the sissies now very red ass. Cherry felt totally dominated and under his control at this point. Once the big Black cock was in Master Ron was gentlemen enough to allow the sissy’s sphincter muscles to adjust. Then he slowly started to fuck the pansy. As he did he told Cherry to beg him for hard Black cock which Cherry did immediately and without hesitation. It was completely obvious to both Ron and Cindy that Cherry’s white male pride was completely gone. Soon Cherry was moaning and groaning and begging and crying out in pure pleasure. Ron kept increasing his speed and how hard he was ramming things home. Cherry was in heaven and even though his ass stung terribly from the hard spanking the fucking was what he truly needed. There was no question in his feeble little sissy mind about why his wife wanted that hard Black dick in her twat, it felt so damn good. Cindy was also relating to the hard Black cock and the superb fucking her sissy husband was getting, she could almost feel each thrust as she sat their fascinated by the power her boyfriend held over her pathetic excuse for a man husband.. Soon Cherry was cuming and lost all control while doing so. Cherry began to thank Master Ron and then his wife, Ms. Cindy separately and then both of them together and then he started to giggle. Ron and Cindy looked at him strangely and he smiled back and said, “Really, I want to thank you both from the bottom of my heart for turning me into a sissy maid cuckold, now that I am here I wouldn’t want it any other way.” Cindy and Ron looked at each other and laughed. Ron said, “That’s good Cherry cause you aint going get it any other way!” Cindy said, “Why the hell didn’t we do this years sooner?” Ron shook his head and said, “We’ll were doing it now and were going to keep doing it baby that’s all I can say. When Ron finished with Cherry, he and Cindy went off to their bedroom and left Cherry where he was with his hands still bound behind him not caring one little bit while they made love for the next few hours taking advantage of Cindy’s excited libido!