Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Sissy Story Archives (older stories) => Pre-2011 Sissy Stories => Topic started by: sweatergirl on October 07, 2006, 12:07:43 PM
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"He did what?" Kathy asked with a laugh, talking with her sister Brit on the phone. Kathy, was in her high 40s, a few years older than her "kid" sister Brit. The two were very close and shared everything with each other.
"Yep," said Brit. "He had taken the metro and bus dressed in this thick itchy wool girls mohair sweater which he had been made to wear as if it were a leotard over tights that had been cut out through his crotch and arse. Under the tight sweater he had a bra, and he wore cute pink sneakers, wooly mittens and p_nis earrings. Jodi had sent him to her friend who had made him stand out in the middle of River Road lickng her boots clean while he had to play with himself for while cars went by. Then they made him jerk off and walk back to Jodi's house with his arms bound behind him, his face covered in his c-um and his sweater unbuttoned so that he if moved to fast or tried to bend over his little d..k would fall out so anyone could see it."
Kathy could not stop laughing over the phone." I told you that second husband of yours is nothing but a little twit" she said. "No, not a twit" Beth chimed in,"he is a pussey".Kathy jumped in" a pussey twit is a twat, so he is a sissytwat". The two sisters both giggled.
"So now what, are you going to divorce the sissy?" asked Kathey.
"Well I thought about it for a bit, but I do have some feelings for the twat. Jodi suggested that instead of divorcing him, I could use the sissy to my advantage. And I talked with Mom, and she agreed. So instead of divorcing him, I now have a menial sissy maid at home who does absolutely whatever he iis told to do! "
"and what about at work" asked Kathy. Steve had gone into the family real estate business. Brit and Kathy's Dad had died suddently a few years ago, and Carol, their Mom had taken over the business. Like Kathy, Carol had little use for Steve and had also advised against Beth's marrying him.
"When I told Mom, she was furious, saying I had to get a divorce and she was going to fire his sissy arse right away. But I told her about my idea of turning his sissy addiction to my advantage as a way of both punishing the sissy and making my life sooooooo much easier. Mom said that the office needed a goffer- a girl friday type and demoting the sissy to that role and letting everyone know would add to his humiliation and punishment.
"And Todd", asked Kathy, as she knew her sister had been having a hot affair with Todd, a 35 year old studd who she worked with at her design firm. " Beth laughed again. " He is right here in bed with me now I have been sort of teasing his huge thing as we have chatted and I think I need to say goodbye and take care of him"
"that tells me everything I need to know" giggled Kathy.
"Kat, why don't you bring the girls down here for a week or so. I haven't seen them in a few months, and we can go to the beach house for a few days. And we will have maid service." "Yes, I think that would be fun, and I am sure the girls will love to see their Uncle Steve" Kathy said.
"OK, how about the week after next" said Beth" " And don't hesitate to tell the girls all about thier sissy uncle. And as a present why don't each of them bring a nice sissy punishment outfit for the pussey to wear?"
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Sissy's Miiserable Lift -2
"Guess we don't need pussey to get you going " Bri said as she stroked Todd's hugh c--k. "he can do the clean up work when we are done",Todd whispered as he turned toward Bri. "and we don't want to interrupt him as he works, now do we?
They both turned toward the large window that dominated the first floor master bedroom, looking out over the pool and 3/4 acre backyard lawn. There , for their mutual amusement and entertainment, they could see pussey mowing the lawn. It was one of the sissy's jobs, along with doing all the housework, laundry, serving and cleaning up meals, washing the cars and running errands. And each task was made as difficult and humiliating as possible.
So on this hot August day, pussey was dressed in his lawn mowing outfit-
a thick pink and white crewneck icelandic sweater that was two sizes too small for him and just reached his waist over his pink wool stuffed bra. A pink gater belt that framed his crotch which was attached and held up a pair of thick pink wool legwarmers. His pink sneakers on his feet. Thick pink and white lopi wool mittens and to top it all off, a pink wool baby bonnet that tied under his chin with a big wooly bow!
The sissy's hands were each tightly bound to the handle of an old small manual mower. Bri had forbidden the sissy to use a power mower as she claimed it made too much noise. HIs ankles were chained together with a 3' chain which prevented him from taking anything but mincing little sissy steps.
This morning Bri had been angry because the sissy had not perfectly ironed all the pleats on her tennis skirt. To remind him to keep his focus, she had taken a some coarse rope, tied one end to the sissy's wee-wee and the other to a large cinder block. So the poor thing was mowing an acre of lawn with a small manual mower, dressed in an itchy tight wooly girl's sweater over his bra, his boobs sticking way out, his legs encased in wool leg warmers as were his hands in wool mittens, a big baby bonnet on and dragging a heavy cinder block with his wee-wee as he mowed!
Bri looked at Todd and laughed out loud. "No I think the poor sissy has plenty to keep him busy!
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Part 3
The poor sissy slowly pushed the lawnmower in the hot sun in his itchy wooly outfit, while his wife and her lover sensually enjoyed each other in the comfort of the air conditioned bedroom- his former bedroom. With his mittened hands tied to the mower handles, and his feet chained together, he had no choice but to take small steps, insuring that it would take a few hours to mow the large lawn. With each step felt the coarse rope which was tightlly tied around his wee-wee, rubbing against his now very sore wee-wee and with each step felt the a hard yank on his wee-wee and bals as the rope which dropped down and between his legs pulled the heavy cinder block behind him along the ground. Of course this was the first time since late May that his wee-wee was free of the cruel chasitity device Todd had made for him.
With the wooly bonnet on his head, the sissy could only look forward. He was miserable and bored, but of course that is just how Bri told him he would be after she discovered his sissy submissive interests. The sissy thought back to that day and its aftermath.
Bri had not let the sissy change out of the itchy sweater leotard and tights, or even wash the dried c..m off his face after seeing him at Jodi's. Instead, Bri had made him stand in front of Jodi, Susan and herself while Bri asked him all sorts of questions as to what he had done with Jodi, and why he had not told Bri that he was a sissy. Jodi,Susan and Bri just howled with each answer, with each detailed description of the sissy's humiliation. Then Bri had stood up and pulled apart the unbuttoned part of the sweater to reveal the sissy's wee-wee. " Jodi and Susan, see how puny the sissy's c..k is, Jodi you are right is making him refer to it as a wee-wee. No wonder he never satisfied me!" Then looking at her red and c..m covered faced husband " Well while you have been playing sissy here, I have been playing around myself with a real man who has a real c..k and knows how to use it!" The sissy gasped. "Pussey, did you think you could actually please a woman with that widdle widdle thing?" asked Bri as all three women laughted.
Bri then took a thick wool mask the fit over the sissy's head down to his neck, put a pink dog collar, which Jodi had given her around his neck, to keep the mask in place, and hooked a chain leash on the collar. She yanked on the leash " move it pussey", and dragged the sissy to her car. Opening the trunk, she told the sissy to climb in " Car seats are for people, not sissy slaves , hope its the ride is not too hot and uncomfortable" she laughed " though I really don't think a sissy's comfort is ever going to be my concern again."
With that , the sissy could hear Bri thank Jodi and Susan, and assure them that they would both be seeing a lot of the sissy in the future.
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Part 4
Bri drove a Jaguar convertible and there was precious little room in the trunk. The poor sissy had to pull his knees into his chest and bend his head down to squeeze into the trunk." Gee, hope you enjoy the ride back here" laughed Bri as she slammed the trunk shut. If the poor sissy had been hot and itchy before, it was nothing like he began to feel as the sweat poured down his body and the ithcy wool stuck and scrathed. The thick heavy wool hood tighly covered his face, so that if he opened his mouth he could literally taste the wool. And Bri seemed to be finding every bump in the road.
The ride seemed very long. At one point the car stopped, and the sissy heard Bri get out. She was talking and laughing with someone- and it was clearly a deep man's voice. The the trunk opened. With the wool hood on , the sissy could not see. Then the sissy felt the sweater being pulled apart and his wee-wee, which was now very small, failing out of the sweater. " Now you see why I needed you so badly Todd," the sissy heard Bri say. "Sure ain't much there" the sissy heard a man's say, Todd he assumed. " Your right, I am not replacing your husband, I am finally giving you what your husband can't" .With that the trunk was slammed shut.
Finally Bri got in the car and drove off. After another 20 minutes of bumping along, the sissy sensed that they had gotten home. Bri opend the trunk. 'Nice ride pussey" she giggled. "Ok get out". With that the sissy slowly crawled out of the trunk. He went to remove the hood and felt a hard slap on his hand. " Who told you to remove the hood, pussey. From now on you do what you are told and only what you are told, you wimpy sissy." Bri said with anger in her voice.
Then she took the leash and led the sissy into the house. "Tonite you can sleep in the guestroom. Go take everything off, take a shower and do not come out of the room until I call for you tomorrow mornng."
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Part 5
The cropped pink thick wool icelandic sweater was now stuck to the sissy's body as he slowly mowed the lawn, first going one way and then turning around and going the other. The pink fuzzy sissy bonnet with the big pink bow tied ever so tightly under his chin forced him to look only forward, the wooly legwarmers itched something fierce, but with his mittend hands tied to the lawn mower there was nothing he could do to relieve the maddening itch. His wee-wee was getting more irritated by the minute with the coarse rope tied to the cinder block between his legs, constanly rubbing up and down his shaft, not to mention the effort to drag the heavy block without his balls being streched to far! What was far worse than all of that , was the fact that the mowing the lawn was mindless boring job- just like all the menial housework Bri had the sissy perform. And the sissy had nothing to think about except his discomfort and humilation.
Thinking back to that eventful first day, the sissy remembered the next morning. He had stripped off the itchy mohair sweater leotard and everything with it that Jodi had put on him, taken a long hot shower and slept.When he awoke the next morning, he found the door from the guestroom to the hall locked from the outside. He sighed, rememberig Bri telling him he had to stay in the room until she came for him. Then he looked for some clothing. The only person who regularly used the guest room was his step daughter, Carla, who was 26. She had grown up in this house and often came home to visit her Mom. Carla had little use for Steve, and made that clear whenever she came over.
Looking through the closet , the sissy only found some of Carla's clothing, a few winter sweaters, wool skirts, her old Catholic school jumper, saddle shoes and some bras, panties, and wool knee socks. So Steve just wrapped his towel around and waited.
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Part 6
Steve just sat in the guest room with the towel wrapped around his waist. He wanted to get dressed, but he certainly was not putting on his step-daughter's school uniform. He was hoping Bri was just angry about his seeing a Pro Domme and after yelling a bit everything would return to normal. After about an hour, Steve heard a key in the door lock.
"Ah gee, I thought you would be dressed in a schoolgirl outfit," said Bri. "No, I am done with all that, I want to get my own clothing and we can talk about all this" Steve sort of yelled. Bri told Steve to come with her and they walked into the den. Steve sat down as Bri put a dvd on . On the screen Steve saw himself from yesterday standing in the middle of River Road, wearing his wooly leotard, licking Susan's boots while he was rubbing himself. After a few mnutes, the picture black out and then another scene, this of Steve dressed in a pink satin baby girl dress that barely covered his thights, with a big pink sash running under his chest, singing "The Big Ship Lollipop" song while licking a hugh pink plastic c..k. Every minute or so he would turn around , bend over, and show his pink frilly panties with white bows as he shook his rear end for the camera. Then another picture of him dressed in a short skirt and yellow short sleeved angora sweater, on his knees suc-king the same plastic c..k.
"I guess you did not know that Jodi recorded you in all your sissy glory" said Bri."There is lots more".
"So let me tell you your choices, my sissy spouse". I can divorce you, and with all this evidence, which I promise will be made public, take everything you have. You can bet Mom will fire your sissy ass, leaving you with no income, and not a chance in the world anyone wil hire a pervert like you. What will you do about those gambling debts you have, gee think I did not know about them and the fact you have been paying them off. And then there is the IRS, not only do you owe them money, but you never reported the income you got from those cash deals you made and hid from Mom. With no money you won't be able to pay either of them. I hear those guys you owe the gambling debt aren't very nice. Didn't I read about some guy who the police found having been repeatedly raped, then beaten, and then left tied naked over a fire ant hill with honey on his b..ls. They found him with no c..k or b..ls after he had been there for three days.And if you get past that, than I can see a jail term for tax fraud and evasion-wonder how a 5'6" weakling like you will survive as a jail bitch??
Before Steve could say a word, Bri went on 'or we can stay married, but you will stay here as MY sissy bitch. You will be the scrub girl maid, do all the house work , laundry and whatever else I want. Also Todd, my lover-you met him yesterday-is going to move in here and will be your Master. You will live in a special, cosy maid's room we will create for you. And Mom, who has already seen your film debut, says you can continue to work, but will be the new girl go-fer in the office, doing everyone's s..t work! You will do whatever you are told, and I promise you your life is going to be one of drugery, and humiliation.But at least you get to keep your c..k and b..lls in one piece."
"Now go up to the guestroom and think about your options. In an hour Linda Chapin, my attorney is coming here with two sets of papers. One is the divorce papers, the other is an agreement in which you will say you want to and consent to becoming a virtual slave to me and that you agree I can use you, dress you, punish you any way I want. If you hesitate, I will sign the divorce papers." If you want a divorce you will come down with your towel and thats what you will leave here with as soon as I sign the papers. If you agree to be my sissy, you will come down wearing Carol's school uniform consisting of a training bra you will find in the drawers along with white cotton panties, a white peter pan blouse, a split front wool jumper, white wool knee socks, her black and white saddle shoes, the red wool cardigan , the school cross tie and the hair bow."
Now go think and you better be in this room in one hour!"
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Part 7
Bri left the room and Steve just sat and starred out the window. Bri had given him a choice, but it was clear there was no choice. Steve fiqured that even if Bri were serious about being her sissy bitch , she would soon get tired of it and life would return to normal. Certainly Bri would do nothing public which coud embarrass her. So Steve slowly got up and chose to put on the schoolgirl outfit.
He let the towel drop and went to the draw to get the bra and panties. Just as Bri said, there was a white training bra. As Steve went to put it on, he noticed that the cups were both lined with what looked llike a piece of a coarse door mat glued to the bra. Steve tried to remove the pads but could not, apparently Bri had used superglue.As he struggled to put the bra on, it was clear that it was going to be very tight. The coarse cup material rubbed up against his nipples. It scratched and irritated his nipples as soon as he fasten the bra, and Steve realized, as soon as he moved to get the panties, the coarse bra inserts would become more itchy and irritating with each movement he made.
Steve took the panties which were plain white cotton little girl panties-but Bri had also lined inside of the panties with more of the coarse material. As Steve pulled the panties up , he saw that they, like the bra, were clearly too small. As he pulled them up to his waist he could feel the bristles rubbing his c..k and even going into his rear end. If that were not bad enough, Steve's c..k was getting erect- though at 4" erect was probably an overstatement.
Next Steve went to the closet- each step being a cruel reminder of the coarse material rubbing his nipples, c..k, balls and rear. He took the white peter pan short sleeve blouse and slipped it on, buttoning it up the front. There were just little bumps from his chest- just like a young teenage girl before her breasts began to brow. Then Steve took the wool split front jumper- the most childish style possible. It wa red, gray and white plaid. He slipped it over his head, pulled it down, then struggled to zip up the back. Steve was only 5'6", just a little taller now than Carol was when she wore the jumper back in junior high school. But Steve saw that it must have been altered, because the pleated skirt came to his thights, just below his crotch.
He heard the door bell ring and Bri greeting someone-must be the lawyer b...h thought Steve. Knowing how angry Bri was, Steve realized that he better be on time, looking at the clock in the room, he saw he only had a few minutes. So he quickly pulled on the white wool knees socks and put on the saddle shoes. He took the little cross bow tie and clipped it to under the big collar of the blouse, pulled on the red cropped shetland wool cardigan which immeadeately began to itch. Then he grabbed the matching hair bow and clipped it on the back of his head.
Steve looked at himself in the mirror. Looking back was grown man wearing a fuzzy wool girls Catholic school uniform. He looked ridiculous, and worse felt ridiculous.
"pussey" Bri called from the Den, "you better get down here or you are out on your you know what!"Steve heard laughter. He walked out the door, each step made more miserable with the coarse material in his bra and panties. He hoped this would all be over soon.
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"Well who do we have here" Bri asked as Steve walked into the den dressed in his schoolgirl outfit. Steve was surprised to see not only Bri and her attorney, but two other women, who both appeared to be in their twenties,both dressed in business suits.
"Linda , you remember my sissy husband" said Bri. Linda nodded with a big grin on her face. "And pussey this is Ms. Randolph and Ms.Gold.They are associates who work with Ms.Chapin. Curtsey for them like a good sissygirl should?" Steve just stood there and looked at Bri.
"What is wrong pussey, am I wrong or does your coming here dressed as a schoolgirl indicate that you want to stay with me as my sissy slave? The sissy can still sign the divorce papers, right Linda?"
"Well pussey" Linda giggled as she called Steve that." I do have two sets of papers here. Bri has already made clear that she will give you a divorce but that means leavning with nothing more than a towel wrapped around your waist. And believe me pussey, given the admission in the divorce papers that you are a pathetic sissy, along with the admission of sttealing from your Mother-in-law's business, and the dvds showing you in all your sissy glory, there is not one judge who would hesitate to grant the divorce even if you tried to object. And lets not forget your gambling debts- I have been in touch with those gentlemen and when I explained the situation, they said that the fire ant treatment would just be the start for you, and that the ants took your c..k and b..ls, which they assured me the ants will, they had a brothel in Asia where customers come to abuse enuch males! Bri, Linda and the two other women laughed as Steve's face turned white.
Steve just shook his head no. "You have to tell us what you want to do, pussey" Linda snapped.
"I, I, ah, I will be Bri's sissy." Steve whispered.
With that Linda turned to the other women. " Heather and Dawn drafted the sissy contract, please tell pussey the salient parts so he knows what he is signing".
Heather spoke first. Looking at the trembling male standing in the middle of the room dressed in a ridicuouslly short wool plaid jumper with a hugh collar peter pan blouse, and a really fuzzy red wool cardigan sweater, she had a wicked smirk on her face.
"Simply stated, this contract states that you have an uncontrollable desire to be dressed as a girl and to made to serve as a sissy and that your wife, though she has no interest in these activities, is willing to cater to your perverse desires to save your marriage. In order that there be no misunderstanding or grounds for subsequent legal action to void this contract, you agree and consent to absolutely anything and everything your wife tells you to do- that you agree you will do all the housework in whatever way she instructs you, that you will perform whatever services she wants, that you will serve anyone else as directed by your wife. Your loving wife agrees to provide you food, shelter and clothing as she choses-and you acknowledge that eating dog food is acceptable, that shelter can be an unheated dog house in the backyard, and you can not object to being told to stay naked.
Your wife has the right to punish you as she sees fit, including corporal punishment. In addition you consent that your wife can tell anyone she wants , can take you as a sissy in public, and of course have people over to this house without having to keep your sissy status confidential.
In return for the food, shelter, clothing and medical care your wife wife will provide you, she gets to take all your assets. Furthermore since those assets are not adequate to cover anticipated costs, you agree to continue working for ABC Real Estate, you Mother-in-law's firm, in whatever capacity you are told. You should know Mrs. Ryder, Bri's Mom, knows all about your sissy interests and has seen the dvds of your activities.
Your wife also agrees to resolve your gambling and IRS debts for you, but if you should ever break this contract without her consent, all such monies will be immeadiately due to her, and she will have the right to sue for divorce and make all of this public!"
Judy, the other associate finally spoke up. "In other words pussey, you are a total slave to your wife, with no assets of any kind, no rights. Your life will be full of drudgery, menial tasks, and punishment. And as this agreement says, this is all because you want it that way."
Steve was stunned. He had not thought Bri was serious, but clearly she was. Bri held out a pen, " you have ten seconds to sign, or Linda files the divocce papers." When Steve started to say something, Bri grabbed the papers up and handed them to Linda " file for the divorce, I am done."
"nooooooo" wailed Steve, "noooooooo, i will sign the sissy papers. Bri put the papers down , steve took the pen and signed them.
"Here sign this as well" said Heather, giving Steve one more piece of paper" . As Steve, so beaten down now that he just signed, Heather said" this is an application for a name change, but don't worry, I have a friend who is a clerk that handles these applications and she already approved it. Your name is now officially "pussey girl" . There is nothing left in your old name, and it no longer exists. You are now pussey"
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sorry if there is more of a long windup than a "pitch" so far. but I wanted to make clear that the pussey had no choice before telling more about his life as a sissy. More focus on punishment, humiliation and punishment outfits will follow.
sweatergirl
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Part 9,
The big baby bonnet that the sissy had to wear blocked any vision to the side so he could not see and did not hear Bri and Tod walk up to him as he mowed the lawn. The sissy's thoughts back to that day when he signed away his rights and even his name, were interrupted when he heard Bri.
" Taking a long time to mow the lawn pussey, you been here an hour and you haven't mowed more than a quarter of the backyard, I think you need some motivation to move faster, don't you agree Todd?"
Todd laughed. He had moved into the house about a week after the signing of the sissy papers. While the sissy was short, flabby and wimpy and in his 50s, Todd was a man's man, 6'3", all muscle and 35. He had always been a bit of a bully and thought it was just hilarious that Bri had turned her second husband into a sissy. And it took Todd no time to realize that Bri just loved having Todd bully and terrorized the sissy.
"Dam right the sissy is taking too much time. I want my truck washed again today as he left two water spots on the rear fender. And my underwear needs washing and ironing."
"We thought you needed some incentive, so I brough a little help with me " laughted Bri as she showed the sissy a horsewhip she was holding. She handed the whip to Todd, "get this pussey moving, and no love taps, pussey has to learn to work harder and faster. I can't stand lazy help around the house" Bri knew that there was no chance Todd would lay any "love taps" on pussey. She was already getting wet knowing how the sissy would soon be squirming with a very red and sore rear end.
The sissy's rear end was already sticking out as he had to bend over at the waist due to the heavy weight of the cinder block which was tied to his balls.
Todd took the whip , gently tapped the sissy's rear end, pulled back his arms and the whip wacked across the sissy's rear end.Before the sissy could move, two more smacks with the whip hit his ass.
"pussey you are going to learn what it means to move your ass", laughed Todd as the whip slammed down on the poor sissy's ass again.
The poor sissy did not have time to open his mouth to scream before he felt the whip again. "pwease, pwease stop, oh pwease pussey will move faster, pussey will" sobbed the sissy. One of the many rules Bri had laid down for her sissy slave was that he had to talk with a lisp and always talk in the third person. The lisp wasn't very hard for pussey since Bri had two studs put in his tongue so that he could provide great oral pleasure as a sissy.
Todd looked at Bri, "I think the pussey needs some more incentive, don't you? asked Bri. Todd's answer was immeadiate. "WHAP,WHAP,WHAP".
followed quickly by ten more equally hard smacks of the whip covering every inch of pussey's now red, hot and swollen rear end.
Bri laughed as the sissy, with his hands tied to the mower handles and the heavy block pulling his c..k and balls downward, could only move his rear end up and down, and in and out. Of course with each movement, the poor sissy was pulling on the coarse rope tied to his c..k, making it even more sore and red.
"pussey are you doing whip waggle for us" giggled Bri. "you look so cute with a swollen red rear end.Todd and I are going to sit by the pool to cool off while you finish this mowing. And I want to see that cute rear of yours continue to waggle. And if Todd or I think you are not moving fast enough, well we will keep the whip here for you. " And with that Todd took the whip and added 5 more smacks.
Bri just roared as the sissy waggled his ass and began mowing again.
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Part 10
If serving Bri and Todd weren't bad enough, Bri's 26 year old daugher Carol had moved back into the house about two weeks after Todd moved in., Carol, an attorney, was tall with a great body and long blonde hair. She had been living with her boyfriend, but broke up with him. Carol then decieded to move back home until she found a new place to live.
Carol had never much liked Steve, and never quite understood what her Mom had seen in him. He seemed a bit wimpy to Carol, but she though maybe her Mom had wanted a second husband she could depend on. So Carol was not totally surprised after she asked her Mom if she could move back home for a while, Bri had told her how Steve was now pusse girl, the house menial sissy maid. Bri had told Carol all about the sissy's interest and how she intended to give him alll the submission he could take and then some. To that end, Bri had told her daughter she was free to order pussey around anyway she wanted and do whatever she wanted with him. Carol's eyes were wet and she peed in her panties as she and Bri talked about the ways they would use, abuse and make pussey's life miserable.
So just as pussey was finishing his lawn mowing task, Carol walked iinto the backyard. "I have loads of laundry that I want pussey to wash and iron,and I want it today", Carol said Bri. " Well Carol , Todd wants his truck washed and his laundry done as well." said Bri. " oh yea I need my car washed and waxed also" said Carol.
"pussey get your sissy a..s over here" Bri said in a firm voice. pussey made his way over, with his hands still tied to the mower and his c..k dragging the cinder blcok.
CArol looked at the poor sissy." Oh Mom, that was my old sweater, I could not wear it cause it was so dam itchy. and you made pussey wear it in 90 degree weather to mow the lawn! you are sooooo wicked. Oh and I see pussey had a good whipping, were you a bad sissy girl" Carol asked .
"Wes, pussey moved too woo, ". Before pussey could lisp another word, Bri grabbed the whipped and laid 5 hard quick strokes on the sissy's already red a..s " Who told you to stop wiggling your sissy rear" she said as the whip smacked pussey again. pussey immeadiately began wiggling his sore hot rear back and forth while Carol just clapped her hands and giggled.
Bri untied pussey's mitten hands from the mower and then untied the rope that stretched from his c..k to the cinder block. "OH my ", said Carol," your little wee-wee looks soooooo red and sore. I wonder if Mom has anything to make it feel better?"
"Carol you know that is a good idea " said Bri. Then she whispered in her daugther's ear. ' oh Mom that certainly should help pussey's wee-wee, I will be right back." With that Carol went in the house and soon was back with a roll of burlap and a bottle.
The sissy was apprehensive to say the least. He had learned that his comfort was never the subject of his wife's or step dauther's concern.
Bri bent down and pulled the sissy's dreaded chastiy device from her bag.
Since the day he had signed his sissy contract, Bri had fitted him with this diabolical device which Todd had made. It was made of thin steel and consisted of a very small band which fitted behind his balls that had four chains which ran under, over and on either side of his b..ls and attached to cage ( lookng like the cap that held a champagne bottle cork) which just fit over his wee-wee when it was very small. At the end was a metal cap with a slit through which the sissy could pee or c-um, if he were ever allowed to do so. The worst part was that the ring around his b..ls and the cage had pointed metal pins which lined the inner side.The pins constanly touched his balls, and he had to walk very very slowly or the pins would jab him. The cage was fine as long as his wee-wee was not erect, but the slightest erection caused the pins to jab his wee-wee, and it hurt!
"You had three hours of freedom,pussey, and so its back in your cage,but first Carol will help reduce the soreness in your wee-wee."
With that Carol took a striip of coarse burlap, and as the sissy watched, she carefully covered it in icey hot.
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Part 11
Carol first cut a strip of burlap. "This should fit perfectly so you get all of the soothing cream" giggled Carol. Then she carefully coated the an entire side of the burlap with the liquid icey hot- making sure that the burlap was literally dripping.
Reaizing what his cruel wife and step daugher intended, pussey began to wimper. His poor wee-wee was red and irriated from the coarse rope rubbing up and down as he mowed the lawn, the icey hot sure wasn't going to soothe anything. "noooooo nooooo" pussey began to wimper then quickly stopped. Bri had told him from day one that the word "no" was not longer in his vocabulary. As she had told him he was know the sissy slave he wanted to be, and sissy slave's could only say yes, and then only if asked a direct question.
Carol, who just loved seeing her sissy step dad punished, turned to her mother"Mom did hear pussey, she said the No word.
Bri had turned away to say something to Todd. "pussey you are a dumb dumb naughty sissy". The poor sissy began to tremble not knowing which was worse, his wife's displeasure or the awful strip of coated burlap that Carol held in her hand. " You have earned a special punishment pussey, but since you still have the cars to wash this afternoon, I will punish you tomorrow. "
Todd had gotten up. "Todd would you hold pussey's hands so he doesn't interfer with Carol's efforts to soothe his red d..k." asked Bri. Todd grabbed the sissy's arm and pulled them tighly behind him.
Carol kneeled down , taking the sissy's sore wee-wee in her hands.
"How long has it been since you have allowed pussey any relief" Carol asked her Mom, seeing that even with it being so sore,and knowing what was going to happen in a few seconds,pussey's wee-wee grew to its full 4".
"why he hasn't been allowed relief since he signed his sissy contract" said Bri. "But of course that is all pussey's fault. he still has not earned his 100 c..m merit points. " Carol laughted. "How many point does he have now?
Bri pointed to the little pink spiral pad notebook tied with pink mohair yarn around the sissy's neck. "lets see" she said.
Bri had instituted the merit system as soon as pussey became her sissy slave. As she had slipped on the wicked chasity cage, she told her now sissy husband that he would be allowed relief each time he earned 100 merit points. The points were earned for each chore and service and and could be awarded by anyone. At the same time anyone could also give the sissy demerit points. All merits and demerits were recored in the little pink notebook which Bri had tied around his neck, just as she had worn while pledging her highschool sorority years ago. Bri opened the notebook. "pussey has 88 points as of today." "gee three months and he is still shy, poor widdle pussey" laughted Carol.
"Well pussey I would be trying much harder if I were you" said Carol as she began to tightly wrap the icey hot burlap striip around pussy's wee-wee. Before the icey hot could begin penetrating the skin, Carol then wrapped duct tape around the top and bottom of his shaft so that the burlap strip could not come lose.
Bri then slipped the chastity cage on , tightening the ring behind the sissy's balls.The cage squashed the wee-wee back but still the burlap maintained contact with the shaft. As soon as Tood let his arms go, pussey began squirming and doing an obscene bump and grind, desperately trying to relieve the icey hot burning.
Bri, Carol and Tood just stood back and watched the sissy dance.
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Part 12
The poor sissy humped the air trying desperately to cool down his burning wee-wee. Bri,Carol and Todd were laughing out loud at the wiggling sissy who was in such pain he could care less about how ridiculous he looked.
"Ok pussey stop dancing around" said Bri, " you have cars to wash and wax this afternoon" Withthat she grabbed a chain leash and hooked it to a D'ring on the tip of his chastity device. With a hard pull she began dragging the sweatered, belted sissy to house." Better be no water marks pussey or you will be a sorry sissy girl" laughted Todd as he jumped into the refreshing pool.
Carol walked with her Mom. " Mom you can't send pussey outside in the front of the house with his thing exposed". "Oh no"said Bri, " we will get pussey changed so she is properly dressed."
In the house they dragged the leashed sissy to his "room". When Carol had moved in, she had taken the guest room over. There was a laundry room off the kitchen. The room was all of 6' by 8", no windows, a small closet to store cleaning materials and a door.Todd had taken the door to the kitchen off, installed a wooden frame door with chicken wire so that the room had no privacy, and then a solid pocket door so that the room could be totaly closed off to the kitchen. He had put rough coarse door mat like carpeting on the floor. The washing machine an dryer and laundry sink were all against one wall. Bri had found a girls 4 poster bed, painted pink through a yard sale. Todd had added D' rings to each poster. Carol had also found a small lamp, the base of which was a large wooden p_nis. The wall were painted pink. In the middle of the room was a pink potty chair with the seat top locked to the base.
"Strip pussey" said Bri. The sissy, still with a burning wee-wee, took off the wool baby bonnet, the icelandic cropped wool sweater, his bra, leg warmeners, pink sneakers and mittens.
Bri handed the sissy his outfit for the afternoon. It was a fuzzy red mohair thick knit body suit- it looked just like a girls one piece bathing suit with a high cut thong bottom and ties going around the neck from the top of the bra cups.
Bri grabbed the leash tied to the sissy's chastity belt and pulled in back between his legs and up his rear end. The sissy slowly stepped into the wooly body suit and pulled it up. It had been knitted by a friend of Bri's just for pussey and it was skin tight. Carol just laughed as the sissy squirmed to pull up the itchy outfit. As he pulled it up and slipped his arms through the top, the sissy's wee-wee was now trapped between his legs.
Bri also made the sissy stay totally shaved so the contrast of the fuzzy wooly knitted body suit to his smooth as a baby skin was a perfect contrast.
Bri was about to tie the strings around the sissy's neck when Carol laughted. "Hold on Mom, pussey is missing something". With that Carol took the 42" D Cup gel falsies Bri had made pussey get and shoved them into his bra cups. The side of the breasts that touched the sissy's chest were covered in coarse sandpaper. "Everyone just loves to see a girl with huge jiggling melons washing a car" giggle Carol. And with his now hugh jiggly breasts enclosed in the tight fuzzy mohair body suit that is just how pussey looked. And with his wee-wee pulled back iin its chastity device, he looked like a girl with a ripe p---y covered in a wooly thong.
Bri tied his baby bonnet back on, then made the sissy put on 4" red cfm heels.
"now go wash and wax Todd's truck, my car and Carol's,"said Bri.
"And, said Carol" "I want to hear you chanting in a very lound sissy voice the following' Pussey Pussey that is me, pussey pussey with a tiny wee-wee" And you better not stop.
"lets hear you practice pussey" said Bri.
The poor sissy started. "pthussey pthuseey tat tis"
"Stop" Bri said. " We want it LOUD"
The sissy started again
'PTHSSEY PTHUSEEY TAT TIHT ME
PTHUSEEY PTHUSEEY WID A TINY WEE WEE".
Bri and Carol broke out giggling.
"now get washing pussey"
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I think the parts were misnumbered. I don't recall ever seeing a part 13 and the story seems to flow from part 12 to part 14. Here are the parts from 14 to 18 where the story left off.
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Fri Nov 10, 2006 5:04 pm Post subject:
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Part 14
pussey wlalked out to the driveway in his thick itchy brite red mohair one piece bathing suit wobbling on his 4 " cfm red heels, his huge 42 D boobs bouncing up and down. As when he was mowing the lawn earlier in the day, teh big rimmed pink wool baby bonnet blocked any peripheral vision so the poor sissy had to move his entire body to llook to the sides. The sissy walked with his legs apart to try and alivieate his burning wee-wee.
The sissy took his cleaning pail- Bri only allowed him to use a pink small little girl's pail on which she had painted 'pussey's pail" in bright white letters for any scrubbing or cleaning work he did. This made any task that much more difficult and time consuming as the sissy had to constanlty refill teh small the pail. With a brush and the pail filled with water, the sissy waddle out to wash the two cars and the truck.
'PTHSSEY PTHUSEEY TAT TIHT ME
PTHUSEEY PTHUSEEY WID A TINY WEE WEE".
the poor sissy sang in a lound lisping voice as he washed the cars.
Soon two 10 year old girls and their Mom , who lived across the street from Bri, walked by
"Mommy why is that man singing like that and why is he washing cars in high heels"
"Well Cindy," the Mom answered " he is a sissy and sissys act very foolish"
"Gee Mom, is he a sissy like Jerry Smith in school? All the boys pick on him and we all cal him a sissy" said Judy.
"Yes Judy he is a sissy and he has to do what ever anyone tells him to do"
"Is that why he is wearing that wool bathing suit, it looks soooooo itchy," giggled Judy.
Just then Bri and Carol came out to see how pussey was doing.
"Hi Claire, hi grils" Bri said to her neigbors.
"Hi Bri, Judy was just asking about pussey's bathing suit." laughted Claire who knew that Bri had turned her husband into a cuckhold sissy.
"Don't you like it Judy?" Bri asked with a smirk.
"Oh no, my grandma made me a red wool sweater like that that I hate because it so scatchy"
"yea and when she lost a bet to me " said Cindy, " she had to wear that itchy sweater for a whole day and do all the chores.That was really funny!"
"yes is was kind of funny Cindy" said Claire" but remember I said you should never be that mean to your sister again."
"Are you being mean to him" Judy asked Bri. " Well not really Judy, you can never be too mean to a sissy and anyway wearing the hot itchy bathing suit will keep the sissy focused on doing a good job on the cars."
'PTHSSEY PTHUSEEY TAT TIHT ME
PTHUSEEY PTHUSEEY WID A TINY WEE WEE".
The girls and their Mom laughed as the sissy kept up his song.
Claire, guessing the next question from her daughters, decided it was time to leave. 'Ok girls lets get home now and leave the sissy to his work"
"Curtsey for the girls" Carol said to the sissy. With that the red faced sissy turned and did a curtsey while the girls laughed at how silly he looked.
Sun Nov 12, 2006 6:26 pm Post subject:
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Part 15
Two hours later and the sissy has washed all three cars and finished waxing Bri's and Carol's car and just had Todd's Bronco to wax. His voice was hoarse from his sissy cheer, the wooly mohair bathsuit clung to his body so that his sweatered 42 Ds stuck way out as did his sweatered rear end. And the itchy mohair was maddening, especially between his legs as the thong bottom rode up his rear like a wooly wedgie. At least the burning from the icey hot had finally subsided some, though his wee-wee was still hot and sore from the coarse burlap tightly bound with the duck tape and the rings of the chastity cage.
Just as the sissy was about to start waxing Todd's truck he heard a car horn and turning around , saw a convertible pull into the driveway. Four women, all in tight tancs and short shorts, got out of the car.
"Hi guys" said Carol , who , with Bri had just come out of the house. "Mom these are some of the women from my soccer team".Carol had played soccer in college and had joined a local womens' soccer league. " I invited them over for a swim and barbeque"
"Hi everyone" said Bri, "great to meet you"
"Oh my gawd" gasped Dawn, one of the Carol's teamates " Is that your sissy step dad you told us about?"
"Yes" said Carol," pussey come here and curtsey hello for my friends"
The sissy who was blocked from the women by Todd's truck, hesitated.
"Get your sissy a..s over here right now" said Bri.
With that the sissy waddled over, trying to keep his legs apart to keep the wool from rubbing and itching between his legs.
"who told you to stop cheering" asked Bri
'PTHSSEY PTHUSEEY TAT TIHT ME
PTHUSEEY PTHUSEEY WID A TINY WEE WEE".
'PTHSSEY PTHUSEEY TAT TIHT ME
PTHUSEEY PTHUSEEY WID A TINY WEE WEE".
The women broke out laughing. "What is he wearing" asked Heather, another friend.
"Why its the lastest in sissy bathing attire" giggled Carol.
"Is that real mohair, it must be sooooo hot and itchy" said Heather.
"yes , and I guess pussey is a real sweatergirl, look at how tight that knitted outfit is across her boobs" said Joanne.
"Not to mention how tight it is across her rear" chimed in Mary.
The girls could not stop laughing as the poor sissy stood there cheering.
"Well pussey has one to wax the Bronco and we just came out here to give her a hand" smiled Carol.
"Really" asked Heather." she does look tired to me.
Carol went into the garage and came out with two chains, on one chain there were two soft round pads. She walked up to the sissy, "here hold these pads so each one is resting on one of your boobs." pussey did as told, Carol grabbed the chain on each end and pulled the ends together across the sissy's back and locked them with a small lock so the pads rested on his chest, looking like patstys on a stripper.
She then took the second chain which had similar but larger pads and wrapped teh chain around the sissy's thighs so that each pad covered one of his sweatered a..s cheeks. and locked the chain in the front of his crotch over the bathsuit.
The women waited, not quite understanding why Carol had done all this. equally confused was pussey.
"Thats perfect Carol" said Bri, who put a large can of auto paste wax on the ground.
pussey, I want to make sure you give your Master Todd's truck the proper care and attention. So you will apply the paste wax using your boobs and then shine the truck using your a..s. I want you to think of the truck as your Master's hugh c...k. You will get on your knees and dip each of your 42 Ds into the wax can to oover the pads on your boobs and then lean over on the truck and rub on the wax as if your were rubbing Master's c...k with your sweatered boobs.
Then you will turn around and shine the wax with the pads on your rear end as if you were rubbing your rear up and down Master's c..k."
The four women gasped and began giggling. "Oh can we watch this " "Why of course'said Bri.
"Start showing these women how you take care of your Master's c..k, I mean truck, " laughed Bri.
With that she smacked pussey in the rear. The sissy was stunned but quickly realized he had no choice. so he got down on all fours and dipped each of his sweatered br.east pads into the wax.Then he stood and walked over to the body of the truck and began rubbing his br.east back and forth on the truck.
"Put some elbow, I mean t..t grease into it pussey" shouted Carol" and don't stop cheering"
The sissy began rubbing his t..ts back and forth and as he did his a..s began shaking up and down.
'PTHSSEY PTHUSEEY TAT TIHT ME
PTHUSEEY PTHUSEEY WID A TINY WEE WEE".
The girls were laughing and clapping, telling the pussey to shake his boobs, and rub them hard.
"Remember that is your Master's c..k you are rubbing." laughed Bri
The poor sissey's face was as red as the red mohair bathing suit. He felf totally humiliated.And as there was sandpaper under each of his false br.easts, as he rubbed on the wax he was rubbing his real nipples sore and red.
"Better start shinning that wax paste before it dries pussey" said Heather.
The sissy turned around to face the girls as he began rubbing his a-s around to shine the wax.
"Oh gees he is humping the truck" said Mary. And she was right because the sissy was bumping and grinding to rub the wax.
"Guess he like c..k up his rear" said JoAnn, giggling.
'PTHSSEY PTHUSEEY TAT TIHT ME
PTHUSEEY PTHUSEEY WID A TINY WEE WEE".
"Rubby rubby pussey, Todd's truck had better shine" laughed Carol.
Finally pussey finished his task, his face was red, his nipple sore, his wee-wee still sore from the mornng and he was totally humiliated.
Bri looked at the sissy" go shower and be ready to serve dinner. And don't think I have forgotten you are to punished for your "no " outburst today. But that will wait until tomorrow.
Tue Nov 14, 2006 11:05 pm Post subject:
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Part 16
Brit's sister Kathy and her two teenage daughters showed up at the house the next morning. While they had hoped to have visited earlier in the summer, the schedules never worked out, so finally now, in late August , Kthy and Brit had made plans for everyone to go to Brit's beach house for a week.
"Aunt Brit" said Wendy, who was a hot beautiftul 18 year old, giving her Aunt a big hug. Amy , the younger niece, was 16 and equally beautiful, also gave her Aunt a hug and then looked around. Brit, knowing that her sister had told the girls about pussey teased Amy, " Amy what are you looking for? Amy giggled, "Well Aunt Brit, Mom told us that Uncle Steve was now a sissy maid, but I guess she was joking".
"No not at all Amy, but right now your sissy uncle is a bit , well tied up would be one way to put it". Brit laughed. 'In fact you are all just in time to watch the sissy being punished, if its ok with your Mom"
"Why of course its ok Brit" said Kathy grinning, " I don't know why you are punishing him or how, but I think the girls learn how to treat a sissy".
Just then Carol came in , kissed her Aunt Kathy and her cousins.
"Mom, Heather, JoAnne and Mary are here to watch the punishment"
"Great" said Brit " the more the merrier, at least for all of us. Its almost noon and I think we have left pussey waiting long enough.I am sure by now the sissy must be sweating bullets wondering how he is getting punished"
Carol laughted " Oh I am sure he is sweating, given how I dressed him this morning. Not to mention squirming"
While Carol's friends had already seen pussey and had some idea of what Brit and Carol were talking about, Kathy, Wendy and Amy were clueless
Brit led everyone through the house to pussey's room off the kitchen. There the women were greeted with the sight of the sissy tied down face up and spread eagle on his pink four poster bed. His arms were strecthed and tied to each of the posts behind him, his legs were pulled wide apart and then bent back like he was kneeling with the ankles tied to the sides of the bed. Pussey was positioned on the bed so that his rear end was right at the end.
And Carol's comment about sweating made sense when everyone saw pussey. He was wearing a thick itchy grey wool scandanavian cardigan sweater that had a knitted yoke of snowflakes in dark and light blue. Down the front were brite shinny silver buttons. The sweater , which actually was a present that Kathy had bought Carol on a trip to Sweden a number of years ago was much too small for the sissy and it was stretched tighly across the sissy 42 D boobs. The sissy had on a dark thick wool A lined skirt that reached to just above his knees with light grey wool knee socks. In his hair was a light blue ribbon bow.
Oh my, he is adorable" laughted Kathy. "How ong has he been tied down in that outfit?
"Since 9 this morning" said Brit.
Wendy , who was certainly agressive, walked over and looked down on the sweatered tied up sissy. " Hi Uncle Steve, or should I say Aunt Pussey, nice to see you" ha ha ha. And with taht Wendy squeezed his boobs. "Do you let all the boys feel you up in your tight sweaters?"
Before the sissy could say a word, Brit chimed in ' say hello to everyone, pussey"
The poor sissy, in no position to argue, looked up as best he could,
"Pthussey wais helloo" in his high lisping sissy voice.
Amy and Wendy broke out laughing " oh how cute, a lisping sissy".
Then Brit said, "Well everyone it is time for pussey's punishment. Pussey tell everyone why you are being punished.
"pthuseey twas a naughty sthissy cause i said a bad word"
"And what was that word, go ahead you can say it this once" demanded Brit.
"ptuseey staid no"
Kathy looked puzzled. "Sis what is wrong with saying no"
Brit responded " Kathy a sissy cannever say No to anyone. He can only say Yes, no matter what he is asked. Saying No means he can make up his own mind and I can assure you no sissy has the right to do that"
Brit looked at the stretched out sweatered sissy " and now pussey you are going to learn that lesson the hard way and all of these women are here to watch and make sure you learn that lesson.
Sat Nov 18, 2006 2:24 pm Post subject:
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Part 17
Brit sat on a stool at the end of the bed. She pushed the pussey's grey wool skirt up so that his wee-wee was on display.Grabbing the little thing she pulled it so that pussey's c..k and balls were now hanging over the bed and fullly exposed.
"Girls, there are chairs in the closet in the hall, why don't you all grab one so you can sit down and be comfortable." With that the girls got the chairs and arranged them in a semi circle around the end of the bed so that each of them had a perfect view of Brit and the tied up, exposed sissy.
"Pussey does have a little one" laughted Kathy , seeing her step brother-in-law's small p..s for the first time.
"yes, I have baby sat for little boys who have bigger dic-ks than pussey" giggled Heather.
The sissy, forced to sit up with his arms bound behind him and his bound legs tucked and spread underneath him, squirmed in humiliation at being so exposed in front of everyone and with fear, not knowing how Brit was going to punish him.
Brit looked at her sissy husband, "Now pussey I am going to give you a chance to redeem yourself by showing these women that you do have self control. If you can keep that wee-wee from getting excited for five minutes then I will let you go with no more punishment. But if it gets hard in that time, then you will be punished dear sissy" and with that Brit picked up a hard wood ruler and lightly tapped her hand ,"pusnished with a wee-wee smacking you won't soon forget! Carol lets help the sissy focus on keeping his wee-wee soft, get his special bonnet."
Carol quickly went to the small dresser in the sissy's room and got a white fuzzy wooly baby bonnet with a big brim around the front. She put the bonnet on the sissy. Like the pink baby bonnet he wore to mow the lawn, the brim was so big that when the bonnet was on pussey could only see what was right in front of him. Carol then tightly tied the bonnet under the sissy's chin with a pink bow that had a big very realistic p..s pacifier hanging from the end.
"Gee it won't be very difficult for pussey to stay soft" said JoAnne with clear disappointment in her voice.
"That would be true JoAnne but for the fact that pussey hasn't been allowed to c..m for over three months now!" said Carol.
'OHhhhhhhh " laughed JoAnne ,"three months, geez my boyfriend gets shard in an instant if we haven't had sex in 2 days". All of the women laughed, now realizing the impossible task Brit had set up for the sissy.
Brit then put on a thick fuzzy pink mitten she had been hiding in her pocket, and leaning over began gently rubbing the pussey's d...k.
"now pussey show everyone what a strong man you are and control yourself" teased Brit as she wrapped her angora mitten hand around the sissy's frustrated c..k and continue to rub it ever so gently.
"oh pussey does that soft mitten feel nice" giggled Mary as she watched the sissy begin to squirm and sweat, his eyes forced to look straight at his little thing as his wife teased and touched it for the first time in months.
Of course there was no way for the sissy to keep his d...k from responding. Within a minute it began to grow hard.
"Someone's getting a smacking, someone's getting a smacking" chanted Amy and Wendy together, with hugh grins on their faces. Soon all the women took up the chant, as the poor sissy squirm and wiggled, trying to will down his c..k/
Brit soon stopped." Oh pussey I gave you a chance and look what you do, you can't control your sissy urges can you? well you will pay for that, believe me" as she smacked the bed with the ruler.
"Wait sis" said Kathy " I mean he still isn't fully erect, its only a few inches long now" "Nope that it" said Brit "4" is as big as the wee-wee gets"
Now everyone laughed " wow he really is a sissy " said Heather. " gee not to be rude, but that little thing could not satisfy a Barbie doll".
"your right" said Brit " thats why pussey is a sissy, not a man"
Brit then turned to the sweatered bound sissy with his little wee-wee sticking out. Grabbing the wee-wee with her angora mitten hand, she took the wooden ruler and began smacking the top of the wee-wee with hard stinging slaps. Pussey let out a gasp. The Brit pulled the wee-wee to the side and smacked first the left side, then pulling it the other way smacked the right side. As she smacked the c...k began to get red and inflamed. All the women just watched and laughed. "Hit it again, Hit it again, harder, harder" cheered Wendy, a cheerleader. Everyone clapped and joined in.
Brit then pulled the smacked wee-wee back and began hitting the underside. Back and forth, the top, each side, and the underside.
"What a total smacking" giggled Heather. "I have never seen anything so red and sore" said Kathy " it looks like it is on fire" .
The poor sissy was now crying, any pretense of being anything but a wimpy sissy now gone. "OWWWWWWWOWWWWWWW, peasssssssssse stop, peasssssssse" lisped the sissy as everyone clapped and laughed at him.
Finally Brit stopped and looked into the sissy's crying eyes. He was wimpering like a little girl, his wee-wee burning from the smacking.
"Do you deserve more smacks, pussey" asked Brit in a soothing voice.
Not being able to think of anything put the pain, the sissy wimpered "no"
Carol was the first to realize what the sissy had said. " oh Mom the stupid sissy said the No word"
Brit looked at the sissy " How could you embarrass Carol and me like that. I was going to stop, but now pussey you have earned more punishment"
Sun Nov 19, 2006 5:33 pm Post subject:
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Part 18
"Why don't we all get something to drink while pussey thinks about how naughty he was again and why he deserves more punishment " said Brit"/
Carol whispered in her Mom's ear. " Brit grinned. " pussey Carol wants to help you to make sure you don't say anything wrong again, she is so nice to you". With that Carol, who had briefly left the room came in carrying a bottle and a small brush.
Grinning like the cat who ate the bird, Carol grabbed the hugh pink p.nis pacifier tied to the bonnet ribbon under the sissy's chin. As the sissy watched, Carol showed everyone the bottle of foul tastng castor oil. Then she dipped the brush in the bottle and began throughly coating the pacifier with it. After the first coat, she blew on the pacifier to dry it, then began putting a second coat on.
By now the girls all realized what Carol was doing. " pussey is going to have a tasty all day suc-ker!" said JoAnne. "that will teach the sissy to open his mouth" giggled Wendy. The poor sissy could only watch in horror as Carol carefullly put still another coat of the castor oil on the hugh p.nis.
Then she smiled sweetly at the sissy. "open wide pussey" as Carol pushed the castor oil coated pacifier into sissy's mouth. When he tried to keep his lips shut, Carol just casually rubbed the brush on the sissy's sore wee-wee. "oWWWWWWW" screamed the sissy, opening his mouth wide as Carol laughed and shoved the big pacifier into his mouth, tying the pink ribbon from the pacifier around his bonnet so that he could not spit it out. 'Isnt it just yummy yummy" teased Carol, as more tears came into the sissy's eyes. "suc-ky suc-ky" said Heather. All the sissy could see is the grinning faces of the women in the room, none of whom seemed the least bit sorry for his suffering.
After about 15 minutes the women returned to see the sissy, bound in his wooly tight itchy ski sweater, arms spread and tied to the bed posts, legs spread wide and tied under him, iwith his wool skirt pulled up to expose a very very red sore wee-wee, and the sissy grimacing as he suc-ked the horrid castor oil coated p..is pacifier.
The sissy's wee-wee had gone down, but Brit quickly put on the wooly angora mitten and none to gently grabbed the inflamed c..k, causing the sissy to writhe in pain, and began rubbing it. Despite the smacking, the sissy soon was hard again, if one could call 4" hard.
"Now everyone we will play a fun game" said Brit, " in which each of you can help punish the sissy". Brit , singing to the tune of "Old McDonald Had a Farm", took the wooden ruler and grabbed the sissy's tormented wee-wee. "Pussey is a naughty sissy, ei ei o, and naughty sissy's must be punished, ei ei o, with a smack smack here smack smack there here a smack there a smack, everywhere a smack smack , pussey is a naughty sissy, ei ei o" and with each reference to a smack Brit took the ruler and began to smack the sissy's wee-wee again, first on top, then the sides, the the bottom and then his b..ls.
The women all clapped and laughed as Brit sang and smacked. "Now girls each of you can sing a verse and smack sissy, but each must use a different term for the smacking, and of course as the song goes , each of you get to do your own and repeat everyone who has gone before, assuring that pu-sy here will get a proper smacking on his widdle widdle wee-wee. And to make sure there are no slackers, the girl who gives the weakest smacks will have to bear her rear and get paddled one time by everyone else in the room, except pussey of course."
Brit handed the ruler to Heather first.
"Pussey is a naughty sissy, ei ei o, and naughty sissy's must be punished, ei ei o, with a wack wack here wack wack there here a wack there a wack, everywhere a wack wack , and a smack smack here, smack smack there, here a smack, there a smack, everywhere a smack smack pussey is a naughty sissy, ei ei o" Heatther happily sang as she reared back and let the sissy have it, not wanting to be spanked herself.
Everyone clapped along and joined in the chorous. Heather then handed the ruler to Joanne. ""Pussey is a naughty sissy, ei ei o, and naughty sissy's must be punished, ei ei o, with a spank spank here, spank spank there, here a spank, there a spank, everywhere a spank spank, a wack wack here wack wack there here a wack there a wack, everywhere a wack wack , and a smack smack here, smack smack there, here a smack, there a smack, everywhere a smack smack pussey is a naughty sissy, ei ei o" Joanne sang, and being a tennis player, had no trouble truly inflicting pain on the sissy.
May, Kathy, Carol, Amy and finally Wendy went. The women clapped and cheered, urging each other and teasing if one of the wacks seemed weak.
By the time they were done, pussey was nothing but a crying, wimpering, shaking sissy, straining futiley against his bonds, trying to close his legs, his 42D boobs tight against the sweater.
"Thats really a red hot" giggled Amy pointing to the sissy's red sore wee-wee. " NO its a hot weiner" giggled Mary. "yea pussey is hot stuff" laughed Heather.
Kathy, who was a doctor, looked at the red sore wee-wee. " I think pussey needs some medicine to take care of the pain" and with that she left the room and came back shortly. She had some soft gauze and a tube of medicine along with some band aid strips. Kathy showed Brit the tube and Brit burst out laughing " oh that will take pussey's mind off the smacking" saiid Brit, as Kathy showed everyone else the tub of capsasian, a rub made up hot peppers use for arthritis patients. Using a knife, she carefullly covered one side of the gauze with the capsasian. Brit took hold of the inflamed wee-wee and held it taunt as Kathy wrapped the gauze around the little shaft with the capasian covered side against the skin. Then she took the bandaid strips and wrapped them around the shaft so the guaze could not slip.
The sissy's eyes went wide as he began to feel the capsian. He began jerking agains the tight rope, moving his hips in and out like he was getting f..k,, rolling his head.
The women were in hysterics watching the thrasing sissy, knowing he could not avoid his punishment. He kept thrusting his hips and br.easts/
"Gee I think pussey wants some action" giggled Mary.
None of them had ever seen someone so punished before.
Brit then said" well girls no one slacked off on smacking the sissy, but we still have a spanking to give". With that she untied pussey's legs and grabbed them togehter at the ankles and pulled them over his head, tying them spread eagle to the same bed posts as his hands. Now the sissy's rear was on perfect display.
"Kathy do you mind if I let Wendy and Amy do the honors?" asked Brit.
"Not at all Brit, but make sure you give the sissy his due" Kathy said to her daughters.
With that Brit handed Wendy pussey's punishment paddle- painted brite pink with holes drilled in it to add to its impact.
Wendy could not wait. She tapped the sissy's exposed rear-. "hope you enjoy this Uncle pussey cause I sure am" and with that she gave the bound sissy 10 fast hard smacks. The sissy jumped with each wack as his rear turned brite red.
"Gee almost as red as your wee-wee," giggled Amy " let me see if I can make them the same color' and with that she added 10 more even harder wacks with the paddle.
Brit looked at the miserable smacked, spanked, dressed in wooly punishment sweater sissy. "Ok girls lets all go for a swim and leave the sissy to think about his punishment today."
With that Wendy leaned over and again grabbed the sissy's sweatered boobs. " sleep tight pussey" she laughted.
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thanks parisser! Your posting caputured all that was deleted- my numbering ( not to mention the typing) was off as I do this on a catch-as-can basis. The story has sort of taken a life of its own- I had not intended to go into such detail but rather write a story which generally talked about the life of a total sissy- life at home, at work etc.
I will try to get back to my original concept.
I welcome any comments, suggestions and certainly, any criticisms!