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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2006 12:07 pm Post subject: A Slave Sissy's Miserable Life
"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 a-s. Under the tight sweater he had a bra, and he wore cute pink sneakers, wooly mittens and pen-s 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-m 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 !!!!, so he is a !!!!". 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 !!!!. 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 a-s 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?"
"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!
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.
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."
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.
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 su-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 a-s, 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!"
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 br.easts 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.
"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"
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.
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 a-s.
"pussey you are going to learn what it means to move your a-s", laughed Todd as the whip slammed down on the poor sissy's a-s 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 a-s and began mowing again.
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-m, 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.
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 pu-sy'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.
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 pen-s. 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 br.easts 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 br.easts 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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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 1:58 pm Post subject:
To clarify the situation...
Our database for Stories got corrupted a few days ago, & we had to boot to a saved Nov. 8th backup of stories to fix the place ASAP. The corrupted database could not be repaired or recovered properly.
So all posts & registrations from Nov. 8th to the time of the repair were lost... including the last few parts of this story. They were too recent to be in Web Archives either.
So if you saved a copy of any on the last parts of this story, just repost them here.
Many may not realize it but just by viewing those parts, they may be saved in your browser's, or computer's cache, or temp. files if you have not cleared them yet. Check to see if they're in a cache or temp files on your computer if you viewed those parts. If they are, just copy & paste them, & post them here.
Unfortunately, I didn't have a chance to view the last few parts, so I know they're not in my cache.
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