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« on: October 07, 2006, 12:07:43 PM »
"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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« Reply #1 on: October 09, 2006, 03:07:24 PM »
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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« Reply #2 on: October 14, 2006, 11:34:56 AM »
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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« Reply #3 on: October 15, 2006, 06:16:00 PM »
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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« Reply #4 on: October 19, 2006, 10:04:21 AM »
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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« Reply #5 on: October 22, 2006, 03:47:46 PM »
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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« Reply #6 on: October 25, 2006, 08:27:05 PM »
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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