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“You have to be fastened to the coffee table, darling. That way we are in full control.” Jackie Squires reinforced her statement with a slap or two across the face of the submissive male looking up at her from her lap. “Ouch! Ouch!” Simon Treble couldn’t defend himself with his wrists fastened like this. Nor could he move his body or his legs with his ankles secured too, which gave full freedom to the other two women to do with him what they liked.
“Girly sissies have to be kept helpless,” confirmed Millie Crowne, sitting alongside Jackie. She parted the sides of Simon’s dress and petticoat, leaving his dress-panty exposed in all its erected glory at the top of his legs. “We have to be able to find your unsexed parts, so as to show you how deeply you really want to be a girl.”
“Ohhhh! Ohhhhhhh! Oh please don’t touch me. Please don’t make me feel all girly again in my pretty panty dress!”
Another slap or two on his cheeks echoed round the room. “Hush!” snapped Jackie, glaring upside down into his eyes. “Sissy girlies have to sit quietly and obediently while the Ladies play with all his bits.”
“And anyway,” added Clementine Roach, kneeling at his feet and fondling one of his legs, “we know how much you like being dressed up by us.” She gathered two armfuls of his leg in her blouse sleeves and planted kisses on his inner thigh, not far from the panty elastics on either side of his scrotum.
All three women wore silk blouses designed to stimulate the weakest submission in their captive male. If they had their way he wouldn’t be male much longer, because every visit he paid to them drained away more of his testosterone and his masculine instincts. Every time they dressed him and caressed him, his wish to be a sissy girl in their clutches grew more and more out of control.
“I can’t wait any longer,” cooed Clementine, kneeling closer. “I have to suck sissy clitty.” She closed her lips over the point of Simon’s dress-panty and subjected it to seriously wet kissing and sucking. At the same time Millie’s hands invaded his groin and testes, provoking a struggle in the sissy laid out between them
“Ohhh” ohhhhhhhhhhh!” he blurted, but Jackie was ready for his outburst and slipped his pacifier into his mouth. She held it there as he spluttered and fought, but his wriggles were hopelessly weak, until all he could do was surrender to their invasion of his private places. They weren’t content with wanking him off, however. The plan was to guess when he was about to reach the point of no return, then stop, look him in the eye to assert their total control, and let him lose all hope of any rewarding orgasm.
Then it was time for a few more slaps in the face for having such weak and un-masculine desires, before playing with his dress again and sucking that panty-point into ever more desperate girlishness.
“You have to be fastened to the coffee table, darling. That way we are in full control.” Jackie Squires reinforced her statement with a slap or two across the face of the submissive male looking up at her from her lap. “Ouch! Ouch!” Simon Treble couldn’t defend himself with his wrists fastened like this. Nor could he move his body or his legs with his ankles secured too, which gave full freedom to the other two women to do with him what they liked.
“Girly sissies have to be kept helpless,” confirmed Millie Crowne, sitting alongside Jackie. She parted the sides of Simon’s dress and petticoat, leaving his dress-panty exposed in all its erected glory at the top of his legs. “We have to be able to find your unsexed parts, so as to show you how deeply you really want to be a girl.”
“Ohhhh! Ohhhhhhh! Oh please don’t touch me. Please don’t make me feel all girly again in my pretty panty dress!”
Another slap or two on his cheeks echoed round the room. “Hush!” snapped Jackie, glaring upside down into his eyes. “Sissy girlies have to sit quietly and obediently while the Ladies play with all his bits.”
“And anyway,” added Clementine Roach, kneeling at his feet and fondling one of his legs, “we know how much you like being dressed up by us.” She gathered two armfuls of his leg in her blouse sleeves and planted kisses on his inner thigh, not far from the panty elastics on either side of his scrotum.
All three women wore silk blouses designed to stimulate the weakest submission in their captive male. If they had their way he wouldn’t be male much longer, because every visit he paid to them drained away more of his testosterone and his masculine instincts. Every time they dressed him and caressed him, his wish to be a sissy girl in their clutches grew more and more out of control.
“I can’t wait any longer,” cooed Clementine, kneeling closer. “I have to suck sissy clitty.” She closed her lips over the point of Simon’s dress-panty and subjected it to seriously wet kissing and sucking. At the same time Millie’s hands invaded his groin and testes, provoking a struggle in the sissy laid out between them
“Ohhh” ohhhhhhhhhhh!” he blurted, but Jackie was ready for his outburst and slipped his pacifier into his mouth. She held it there as he spluttered and fought, but his wriggles were hopelessly weak, until all he could do was surrender to their invasion of his private places. They weren’t content with wanking him off, however. The plan was to guess when he was about to reach the point of no return, then stop, look him in the eye to assert their total control, and let him lose all hope of any rewarding orgasm.
Then it was time for a few more slaps in the face for having such weak and un-masculine desires, before playing with his dress again and sucking that panty-point into ever more desperate girlishness.
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