Sissy Sisters (part 2)
There was quite the puddle developing on the floor under Prissy’s locked clitty. I could see that her poor little shaft was squeezing hard against it’s tight little cage as she watched the show our wives were putting on.
I would have given my left testicle to have been Don at that moment. As Carrie was gently easing herself onto Don’s big cock, my wife was caressing her hair and nibbling her ear as her friend had her first experience with a real man.
I had grown accustomed to the angst that accompanied seeing my wife making passionate love with another man, but Prissy wasn’t taking it so well. I saw little tears forming in the corners of his eyes as Carrie took the full length of Don’s big shaft, moaning and obviously in ecstasy. I shuffled closer to my fellow sissy, trying to show my support for what she was going through.
When Carrie started rocking her hips and begging Don to give her a baby, Prissy lost it. With a red, teary face, she jumped up, trying to interrupt the passionate lovemaking.
It was the cardinal sissy sin.
As she got up to the bed, blabbering incoherently, Don grabbed her arm and gave it a vicious twist. In an instant, the unfortunate sissy was turned around, her arm held mercilessly by the stronger man’s grip.
Carrie looked angrily at her husband as she pulled off her new-found lover temporarily.
Don held Prissy in place with one hand and started whacking her bare ass with the other. The sound was horrific. Prissy cried and sobbed, trying unsuccessfully to turn herself around.
Don paused. “Ready to behave?” he asked gruffly.
Prissy just cried, having given up trying to escape his grip.
Don gave another sharp smack to her now reddened ass. “Speak up, cunt!”
Prissy sobbed in a defeated tone I was all too familiar with. “Yes Sir, I will behave.”
And with that Don shoved the poor wuss back onto the floor. She sniffled and knelt again beside me, sore and utterly broken. I knew there would be further consequences later.
Both of our wives were rubbing themselves. There was something primal and deeply erotic about watching a strong man crush a weak beta like that.
A few hours later, Prissy and I found ourselves out in the living room, kneeling at Master Don’s feet as he enjoyed the afterglow of breeding our wives. Steph and Carrie sat on either side of him on the couch, caressing him and looking at each other occasionally like silly schoolgirls with a new toy to share.
Don spoke to us in a firm tone. “Prissy, the way you behaved in there was completely unacceptable.”
I glanced at my sister. She seemed genuinely contrite.
Don went on. “Crissy, you were a good girl, but you should have stopped your silly sister from trying to interrupt my lovemaking.”
“Yes Sir” I said softly.
“Until further notice, neither of you is allowed to speak a single word. Your sissy lips are to stay shut, so we won’t be interrupted by the stupid things you have to say. Nobody wants to hear the nonsense you little cunts are thinking anyway.”
I knew better than to protest. I wanted to ask how long it would be before I would be allowed to talk, but that also seemed foolish. I just nodded dumbly, my knees getting sore.
“Good girls.” Don leaned back on the couch, putting his hands behind his head. “Now worship my feet, faggots.”
Prissy and I glanced at each other before obediently bending down and each starting to kiss the strong man’s feet.
Our wives giggled.
Sissy Sisters (part 1)
The last thing I was expecting was for the doorbell to ring. It had been a long night, trying not to focus on the mental image of Don’s sperm swimming inside my fertile wife. I was feeling foggy and disoriented as I worked at cleaning up the table from breakfast.
Steph gave my thigh a slap. “Go answer the door, Crissy. What do we keep you around for? Jump to it, maid.”
I hated answering the door. The awkward silence the first time someone saw me in my makeup, stockings, and maid dress was always the worst.
This time was one of the worst ever.
Steph’s best friend Carrie looked me up and down, obviously trying not to laugh as I fidgeted awkwardly and asked her to come in. Her husband John was right behind her. I couldn’t even look at him. If only there was some way I could become invisible.
Carrie and Steph had always looked to me like they could have been sisters. One of my hottest fantasies was having a threesome with the two of them. I imagined their matching blonde hair bouncing as they shared my cock. Before Don came into our lives and locked up my clit, I had masturbated to that image countless times, wishing desperately that it could someday come true.
It was almost painfully hot watching the two of them greet and hug, their breasts touching briefly. I looked over at John. Surprisingly, he wasn’t chuckling at my situation at all. In fact, he seemed kind of nervous and scared. He stood timidly by the door, his slender frame looking almost as if he was trembling slightly. I didn’t make eye contact.
I was shocked as Don addressed him. “Hi John, it’s nice to finally meet you. Steph has told me so much about you and Carrie.”
With that, Don took Carrie’s hand and pulled her onto his lap. Carrie giggled, winking at my wife as her ass landed on his lap. I looked at John, who’s face was now turning bright red. I felt so sorry for him. I should have seen this coming. Of course Steph would try to convince Carrie to let Don take over their marriage as well.
Don wrapped his big arm firmly around Carrie. “Okay, first off, you are never to go by John again. From now on you are Prissy, got it?”
Prissy nodded her head.
“Good girl” Don smiled. “Now take off those boy clothes. You don’t get to wear those any more. And let’s see if you’ve been a good obedient little sissy.”
She had. I was impressed with how smoothly shaven Prissy was, and her clit was already neatly caged; a small silver padlock glimmering in the light from the window. Don repeated the same process with Carrie’s husband that I had gotten; a few minutes later there were some additional keys on Don’s keychain and a whipped pussyboy kneeling on the floor. I wondered if my fellow sissy knew how long it would be before she would get to feel anything on her clit again.
Steph and Carrie had obviously been talking about having babies for a long time. As Prissy and I knelt beside each other, our wives talked in excited tones about what pregnancy was going to be like. Don smiled smugly as they talked, enjoying the company of his bitches as their defeated husbands knelt nearby like the little pussies we were.
And then my ultimate fantasy became Don’s reality.
Steph and Carrie escorted him to the bedroom, starting to strip down as they walked. Prissy and I crawled behind, not daring to get too close to the action.
I wondered if Prissy was filled with the same horrible jealousy and envy I was feeling as they knelt together over Don on the bed. They were down to just their panties as they worked together to pull off his jeans. I thought I would scream in heart-wrenching jealousy as they took turns wrapping their lips around his big cock and nibbling on his balls.
Your wife asked to see the pool boys tattoos but he ended up showing her a little more than that.
I guess now you never need to be let out of your cage.