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.