Sissy’s Mother-in-Law Comes for a Visit
He wore a pair of black velvet slacks, silver silk tee top and black one- band slides that showed off his bright red toenails. The dainty tea apron around his waist had started a mild revolt but she had silenced it with a look at his crotch. A look that could mean only one thing, more time in the device.
“I know you hate the apron, but the girls really don’t like to see you trying to look macho. And Mother loves the apron, and you will be serving today!” She said all this with a smile as she clipped on the silver earrings and applied a touch of color to his lips.
She stepped behind him to freshen the feminine bow of his dainty apron. She lifted the hem in front and placed her hand over his pubic area. She looked at him smiling as she felt the feminine flat front he presented in the tight women’s pants he wore.
“Is it comfortable in there dear?” she asked. She of course knew it was very uncomfortable. But she also knew what his response would be.
“Yes Mistress,” was all he said.
“Good, and best of all we don’t have to worry about those silly old erections spoiling that nice feminine pant line, do we?” she asked.
Expecting and receiving a polite, “No Mistress,” she smiled thinly and said, “Best get to work now sissy.” And he did.
He couldn’t help but burn under the “silly erections” comment she had so carefully hit him with. She knew how badly he wanted an erection, just to feel it swell, just to heft it, to experience manhood. He missed sex of course; he missed ejaculations of course but most of all he missed a good hard on. He missed being a man. He didn’t think he would mind being feminized so much. He knew she would feminize him, at least to some extent. She had even told him so when he proposed. He accepted that as a small price to pay for the honor of being her husband. She had also told him he would need to control his sex drive and the offending erections caused by it. He knew she had a way to “solve the problem” and he had agreed to it, not even knowing what it would really mean.
He had accepted the panties she gave him when they were still dating. He had to agree to “not see anyone else” of course she still dated other men. She had told him she would and she kept her word. He would wait for her call before they went out, she would pick him up and drive him. He would carry her purse for her and she would often allow him a good night kiss. If they went to a club she would dance with the men there and share with him the things they would say about him, referring to him as her boy or her sissy. “They’re just jealous of you,” she would say.
He was fitted for the device by her gynecologist one month before the wedding. It was a simple thing really, a tube for the penis, a piercing to secure it, small gold chains to keep it all in place between his legs and a flesh colored triangle that covered it all. The tube fit a detent in the triangle. The triangle was called a cod piece his pubic hair was removed and the tube and a piece of the plastic cod piece separated his testicles giving him the look of having feminine genitalia and lovely a mature labia. She and the doctor were quite proud, he felt very humiliated by the whole thing. He was paraded by the whole nursing staff and they all approved and said it was best for the life he would live with her. Whatever in the hell that meant.
It took a week for the pain of the piecing to ease then the need to erect began to show. He had trouble sleeping; nocturnal erections would cause pain causing him to waken. With no way to “make it go away” he just had to suffer. He would try to call her and tell her how much agony he was in but she didn’t answer and he was left with the cheery voice on her answering machine. One night she came by with some friends and a date. She was worried about him she said and wanted to “take a look at what he was saving for her” She had him lie on the bed and assume the female exam position. Her friends all found this amusing, she lifted his nightshirt and slid off his panties, they all had a good look his restraint. One of the girls wanted to touch it and she allowed that, he was never consulted, even one of the men placed his hand on the plastic, he said to her “I can feel the heat from here, she must be horny as hell. The use of the feminine pronoun was ignored. She sat on the bed beside him and made him remain in position. She chatted with her friends and idly fingered the testicle skin that now resembled a labia. He was almost out of his mind with desire and frustration by the time she got up and with out even a good by left with her young laughing tony friends.
The wedding was an affair of her doing. She had his hair done by a gay hairdresser friend of hers. She wanted it lightened a bit and the ends tipped, it was styled in a pert feminine style that was in the words of one of the bridesmaids “very swishy and so you”. He wore a black silk pantsuit styled like a tuxedo over a black garter belt and nude hose. She had found a pink silk shell to use as a shirt. On his feet were black patent flats with a thin cross strap. He wore diamond studs in silver settings and a thin silver chain around his neck with a pretty pendant.
The pantsuit had no pockets so his personal things were placed in a small black patent leather clutch bag. She wore a traditional white gown with white high-heeled sandals. He was further humiliated by having a pink garter placed just below his knee. She would lift his lose pant leg and remove the delicate little garter and toss it to her giggling girlfriends. Added to his growing shame was the fact that his now mother in-law was wearing the same suit as him. Hers was pink with a black shell top; shoes and bag were identical. He sat in silent humiliation with the bridesmaids while his new bride danced with all the males in attendance. His new bride had changed into comfortable jeans and loafers for the honeymoon getaway. He still in his feminine pantsuit and mary jane shoes was hurried to her waiting Jaguar Roadster. She got behind the wheel and turned to him, in full view of all the cheering guests she tied a pink silk scarf over his head and under his chin. Saying with a small smile, “I spent a fortune on your hair, we don’t want it mussed, now do we?” And she sped off with his hair under a dainty scarf and her brunette tresses blowing in the breeze.
She removed the device that night. After being restrained for a month he ejaculated before he even entered her. She was furious at him and laid him on the bed straddling his head with her legs she road him to multiple orgasms. When he was ready to perform once more she still kept the top position and slid over him. Still unhappy with him she road his face or pushed him between her legs for the duration of the night.
In the morning she reinstalled the device gave the plastic triangle a kiss and said, “I am going to the pool, your suit in your suit case join me.”
He saw her out the hotel window surrounded by several young men, she was flirting and carrying on, he had better get out there quickly to protect her from these guys. He wasn’t happy with the swimsuit; it looked to him like the bottom of a woman’s bikini. It was royal blue with white flowers on it, to add insult to injury there was a cute bow at the side. He put it on with a white mesh tee over it. His toenails had been painted bright red as a special treat for her and now he was stuck with them. He slipped on a pair of white slides and headed for the pool hopping he wouldn’t be noticed. He might as well have hoped for rain. It was like walking a gauntlet of giggles as he made his way to the pool. His wife insisted he take a dip and made sure he protected his hair with a white bathing cap. He was mortified and speechless as he pretended not to notice the looks and smirks directed at him. His bride didn’t seem to notice while she carried on her flirtation with the males around her.
With the ordeal of the honeymoon over he planned to establish some order. But it never seemed to happen. She was still going out and seeing men although she denied it was serious. She said it was for business and social necessity. His wardrobe became increasingly more feminine, there was no way he could disguise or even pretend he was dressed as a man. The women at work were noticing and commenting on his clothes.
She had started him wearing bras with the promise of “a little time out of the device”. She neglected to tell him the cups would be filled and he would wear a bra full time. Now with a sealed up penis, B cup bra, women’s pants, tops and shoes he had become an object of ridicule. His boss had reduced his position to one of the secretaries and assigned him to Beth Stern. The first thing Beth did was to insist on his wearing skirts to work. He refused and was promptly fired. His wife was furious at the firing. “All because of a little dress code!” she screamed at him. The next morning, wife at his side, all the secretaries assembled he stood in his skirt and very smart dress pumps and apologized and begged for his job back. Ms Stern no longer needed a secretary but the office girl position was open if he cared to accept it. With head bowed cheeks aflame he thanked Ms Stern for the second chance. His wife kissed him on the cheek girl style and left him at his new duties.
With the donning of the first skirt the door was opened. He was flooded with skirts, dresses, heels and all the things required for full feminine dressing. He was working now in dresses and skirts full time. His humiliation was constant, he would do anything and still the device was not removed. His next doctor visit resulted in a rather unique trade off. He was offered a perky C cup set of implants for a way to relieve the sexual tension. He agreed.
He knelt on the bathroom floor and inserted the little plug into his rectum. The slightest movement caused the three steel balls inside the plug to hit each other. The vibrations moved through him like caresses he walked back and forth feeling the vibes of pleasure build to the inevitable climax. And he came, the semen dribbled from his penis into the sanitary pad he wore but the erection he wanted so much was still denied.
The doorbell brought him back from his memories; he straightened his apron, checked his lips and answered the bell. “Sissy how pretty you look,” his mother in-law said handing him her purse. She patted his crotch and smiled, “That is so sweet, you are the best slave hubby.”