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Soapy Sissy Spouses! By Throne (17 Pages)
🕑 Added 2020-04-22 23:41:05 +0000 UTCSoapy Sissy Spouses!
By Throne
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***DEVIN DICKIE NOTE***
All characters are OVER 18 years of AGE! This is a bullying fantasy and not real. The acts in the following written work are only consensual sexual choices and fantasy humiliation scenarios.
Bullying is NOT OKAY and If you or someone you know is being bullied, please alert the authorities.
SOAPY SISSY SPOUSES
by Throne
It was one of those special Friday nights when the two young wives got together for an evening of fun and games with their husbands. Well, the 'fun' part might not apply to the men. But there were always plenty of games. You see, Daria and Eugenie had decided about a year ago to turn their spouses into sissies. Marv and Park had small builds and delicate features. Marv was gifted with thick blond locks. Park, of Asian descent, had glossy black hair. The females had started their projects individually but then, after about three months, began to have these get-togethers. They renamed their spouses Mauve and Pink, being especially delighted to use such appropriate colors as their girly IDs.
This particular evening they had the men in short, sleeveless party dresses that showed off the guys' lack of body hair. Just how extreme that condition was could be seen when they had the two lift up their skirts in front, to reveal that even their crotches were smooth and pink. That also showed off the fact that they wore chastity devices. We're not talking about those cages that are the size of a flaccid penis or pink tubes that are comfortable until the wearer tries to get an erection. No. What they had were arrangements of narrow metal bars that kept their members so compressed that they were only the size of compacted cockheads. Under an inch and a half. Their penises were of average dimensions, so keeping them in such tight confinement was tormenting. The women dressed provocatively to show off their curvy figures, talked suggestively to their husbands, and stroked the males' hairless bodies, all to keep them painfully aroused and endlessly frustrated. To say that they had aching balls would be to state the case mildly.
So what was on the agenda for tonight? First the women seated themselves comfortably in the living room. Then they called for their sissies to appear. The men, mortified as always, swished into the room, holding their skirts out as if preparing to sink into a deep curtsey, and shifting the material clockwise-counterclockwise and back again as they took mincing steps. Their small feet were squeezed into tight shoes with three inch heels. As they moved daintily, they fluttered their long artificial lashes and licked their brightly painted lips. They had helped each other apply cosmetics, to make sure their rouged cheeks were bright pink and eyelids tinted in shiny hues. One dress was yellow with a print of fat pink roses, and the other was pink with similarly full roses in yellow. What else? They had wide belts snugged tight around their waists. Dangling earrings that swung every time they moved.
Especially shameful for the guys was their hair. It had been allowed to grow out until it reached their shoulders. Marv's mass of blond was cut in bangs across his forehead and turned under at the ends. Park's dark tresses were also in bangs but straight all the way down on the sides and in back. When they were at work or any other time they were allowed to look like men, all that hair got tied back, controlled by hats, or was left looking feminine to attract unwanted attention. That last strategy was usually saved for when they weren't around anyone they knew, like if they went to the beach. If they were out for sun and sand and surf, their wives put them into swimsuits like bikini bottoms.
Marv and Park had to circle the room several times. Then they were required to stop in the center and give each other tight lingering hugs. Finally, they had to approach the wives and stop right in front of them. Their brides had on tank tops and clinging slacks, items calculated to show off their impressive contours.
"Panty inspection time," declared Daria.
"Let's see them," Eugenie added.
The unhappy men had to elevate the fronts of their dresses to display the panties they wore, one in mauve and the other in pink, naturally. Then they slowly turned halfway around to expose them from the rear, bending slightly forward to wag their bottoms. The wives giggled and toasted each other with their wine glasses. It was so much fun having pansies for husbands. There was no end to what you could do with them. Using small movements of their feet the husbands returned to their original positions.
Eugenie told them, "Now let's make sure those cock locks are still in place."
"Yeah," seconded Daria. "Show us, girls."
Marv bit his lips. Park looked at the carpet. This was especially difficult for them. Those oh-so-tight penis prisons were demeaning, extremely unpleasant to wear, and a constant reminder of how their manhood had been taken from them. Both men lowered their panties to mid-thigh and again lifted the fronts of their colorful dresses. The wives made them shuffle closer, until they were within easy reach.
"I think we need to test those dick detainers," decided Daria.
"Definitely," Eugenie reinforced. "Unbutton for us, sweeties."
The husbands had to open the fronts of their dresses to expose their smooth chests. There were modest breast forms sewn into the garments, and those swung aside as they parted the material. Daria bent a forefinger and wiggled it at Marv. Eugenie gestured to Park with a downward movement of her hand. The men understood. Marv leaned far forward from the waist. Park sank slowly into a deep squat. In both cases it gave the women easy access to their partner's chest. They reached out to begin teasing receptive nipples. The men gasped and moaned softly as those sensitive spots were fingered. They compressed their lips and breathed audibly through their nostrils. It was so stimulating but, as their cocks tried to engorge, terribly uncomfortable. Their balls were drawn up tight and began to throb. What was happening was sexually exciting but simultaneously pain-inducing. They had to remain in their awkward postures while the women happily continued, soon dipping their fingertips into their wine, the wetness making every touch even more erotically inciting.
"What is it, Mauve?" Daria wanted to know. "Is something bothering you?"
"You too, Pink," Eugenie said. "Are you trying to speak?"
The sissies continued to squirm and to vocalize wordlessly. At last Daria turned to Eugenie.
Daria suggested, "I think I know what the problem is."
"Oh? What's that."
"We haven't given the poor dears permission to talk."
"Didn't we?"
"I don't remember telling them they could say anything."
"That would explain all the mewling noises they're making."
"Like a couple of she-cats in heat."
"Really. So do you think we should let them tell us what's on their little minds?"
"I suppose."
All this time the wives were keeping up their almost unbearable teasing. The husbands' penises uncontrollably continued to try to enlarge inside those impossibly tiny cages. Their hips twitched and their legs trembled. The women didn't stop diddling their nipples. They allowed the pent-up need to build and build.
At last Daria announced, "All right, you silly sissies. What is it you want to share?"
"You're allowed to talk," Eugenie contributed, "but only in your most ultra-girly voices."
Marv winced. Speaking wispily, pausing every few words, using his hands in an overly expressive way, he begged, "If you could just... please stop... the way you're touching me."
Park lisped and stroked the sides of his face as he pleaded, "Dearest. Please. We really can't take so much... titillation."
"Oh." Daria feigned sudden understanding. "You need to cool off. Is that it?"
Marv was too caught up in the moment to be suspicious of her intentions. Without thinking he agreed, "Yes. That's it."
Park nodded. "We need to slow down some."
"No problem," Daria said, sounding as if she wanted to help. "I know just what to do." She looked at Eugenie and raised her eyebrows, gave a slight jerk of her head toward another part of the house.
The other woman seemed to understand. She wondered, "Were you thinking of putting them under the shower together?"
"Yes," she said with a smirk. "A nice long session in the tub."
"With them soaping each other up."
"And washing each other down."
"All over their sleek sissy bodies."
Both women laughed. The men looked ill. This wasn't what they wanted, though both of them knew it was too late to back out of the situation. Daria snapped her fingers and signaled for them to rise. Eugenie got up, slipped her hand under Park's attractive hair, and took his ear between her thumb and forefinger. Daria gathered up the bottom of Marv's dress and made him hold it up. She put her hand on his unmanly backside and coaxed him to start moving. The women walked their spouses through the house like that, one male being towed along like a miscreant juvenile, the other urged ahead as if he was a vulnerable girl.
Once they were in the bathroom, Daria ordered, "Get undressed, Mauve. You too, Pink."
"In fact," Eugenie was inspired to say, "you can undress each other."
The males were humiliated anew by this decision. They gingerly undid belts and tugged at fabric. Very soon the dresses were off and they stood there in just their panties. Taking turns, they each knelt to help their reluctant sissy sister out of her last scrap of covering. Then they had to handle each others' cock locks for another unneeded reliability check. At last the pair were told to step into the tub, where they stood close together, face to face, quivering visibly. Daria got the flow pleasantly warm and then switched on the shower. There was still some cold water in the pipe which hit the husbands and made them yelp. Seconds later it was at the proper temperature. After they were wet all over, Daria adjusted the shower head so that they were no longer targeted. They stood there, all pink-skinned and dripping. She handed Marv a large plastic bottle of body wash.
"All right," she said. "Your special friend there is waiting for you to lather her up."
Eugenie told him, "And Mauve, make sure you don't miss any spots on my Pink... not anywhere."
Marv fumbled adjusting the top. He got the little spout up and squeezed a substantial amount of the perfumed goo onto the palm of his hand. His eyes met Park's. Even with his hair wet and his expression apprehensive, Eugenie's husband was attractive in a sissy kind of way. He resembled a cute Asian girl. Marv tried to remind himself that this was another guy. Even so, inside the tight chastity his penis experienced a sudden tingle. Park gazed back at him. Marv's blond hair hung across his forehead, the neatly cut bangs made over by dampness and heat into a series of rebellious curls. Beads of moisture hung from his earrings, about to drip. His lips were slightly, invitingly parted. Park knew he was looking at a married man, but at the same time it was in essence a reflection of the sissy he himself had become. He took a steadying breath.
"Get busy, Mauve," Daria hissed gleefully.
Marv pressed his hand against the center of Park's narrow chest and began to make widening circles. It crossed his mind that he should avoid those nipples, rather than setting off more excitations, but instead he intentionally touched them, even more than necessary. Then he moved to Park's neck, getting his other hand into the action. Slowly Marv worked his way down that slender figure, exploring its every contour. He knelt and reached around to lave his buttocks and the narrow space between them. Then, inevitably, he had to tend to his crotch, the small hairless scrotum, and the helplessly trapped penis. From there he worked his way down firm legs to trim ankles.
Then it was Park's turn. He too made sure to have plenty of the sweet smelling body wash. He spread it over Marv's shoulders, then commenced spreading it downward over his torso and abdomen. Though he didn't show special attention to the other husband's nipples, he did do an unhurried job on his genitals, going over and over the incapacitated penis. Marv sucked in his breath and let his eyelids half close in a momentary reverie.
"All right, ladies," Daria interrupted. "Time to get rinsed off." She got a grip on the showerhead and redirected the spray over them. They had to use their hands on each other to help wash off the soap they had just applied, with more touching. At last that was done. They were told to step out and were each given a large fluffy towel. When they tried to dry themselves, Eugenie halted them.
"No, no," she cautioned. "You know better than that. Now do it the right way."
They reluctantly began to pat each other dry, rubbing under arms and between legs. The women let them cover the same body parts several times before they declared them done. Then they had them take turns with a wide powderpuff, applying scented powder to each other.
"There you go," Daria at last said. "All clean and smelling like a bunch of flowers."
"Or a couple sissies."
"Which means you're ready for the main act. Let's head to the guest bedroom."
The guys had a powerful sense of foreboding. Being taken to the bedroom, any bedroom, always meant something unpleasant. When they got there and had to kneel on the bed, one toward either end, facing each other, the feeling worsened. That was when Daria reached into the bedside table and produced a big pink bar of soap.
"Open wide, kittens," she said cheerily.
"Stretch those jaws," Eugenie advised.
The two sissy husbands did as they were told. Daria shoved the bar of soap halfway into her spouse's mouth. He was almost nose-to-nose with Park. Eugenie pushed on the back of her own husband's head to encourage him to get the other half of the bar into his mouth. With both of the guys gripping the unappetizing item in their teeth, they had to maintain that position.
"I'm going to give you two some good advice, that's been heard in shower rooms around the world," Daria said. "Don't drop the soap."
"If you do," Eugenie warned, "it will earn you both a severe spanking. In fact, we've been to a sex shop in the city and picked up some really nasty paddles and other weapons of ass destruction."
Saliva was mixing with the soap and accumulating in the men's mouths. They started to gag slightly and then resigned themselves to having to swallow some of what they were producing.
"While we were in that nasty store," Eugenie went on, "we found something else to use on you weaklings." She took a plastic bag off the dresser and shook it above their heads, intoning, "Heavy, heavy, what hangs over? And what shall they do to receive it?"
The wives reached into the bag and came out with two long thick dildos, complete with attached harnesses. They stripped off their tight slacks and panties. Naked from the waist down, they began strapping on their sex toys. The men's eyes went wide. This had never happened before. Eugenie got onto the head of the bed, behind Park. Daria stood at the foot, lined up with Marv's waiting bum.
"I almost forgot," Daria said. "We don't want to hurt you sissies."
"Of course not," Eugenie assured them. "So we're going to use plenty of lubrication."
"But because we spent so much in that sex shop we didn't have any money left for the slippery stuff."
"Not a problem, though. Guess what we found at a dollar store."
"No guesses?" Of course they couldn't respond without losing their hold on the bar they held in their teeth.
"It's this," Eugenie said triumphantly, taking a pump bottle from atop the bedside nightstand. "Liquid soap."
"Perfect to get you wimps ready for fun."
"Except that it might burn a little bit."
Eugenie got her dildo well coated before passing the bottle to Daria. The second woman did the same, also applying a heavy dollop to the outside of her spouse's rosebud. Then they leaned into the waiting tight spots, slowly entering and stretching them. The sissies tried to cry out but their howls were muted by the soapy double-gag. They blinked their tearing eyes and sniffled loudly. As the females pushed in further, the soap did its secondary job, stinging the sensitive inner tissues of those most private places.
"These strap-on cocks are well designed. When we push into you, they press back against us, right on our clits."
"Mmmm. And they're made so it's VERY stimulating for us. If we really plow your sissy asses, it should give us some juicy orgasms."
"It might take some work but don't fret. We'll go as long as it takes and ram your boy pussies as hard as we have to, until we get there."
"Who knows? You two pillow-biters might even pop your corks too."
"Not that we care much about your fun."
"But it would be good for a laugh."
"And to be able to remind you again and again that you spurted from having your tailpipes violated. HA!"
The women went at it with gusto while their sissy husbands sobbed around the soap that pressed down on their tongues. Female hips hunched spiritedly while artificial cocks slid in and out. The smell of liquid soap filled the air. The taste of bar soap had the husbands choking, and foam appeared at the corners of their mouths. Bodies shook. Male eyes were squeezed shut from blazing pain, while female eyes went wide from overwhelming ecstasy. The men knew that it would take time to recover physically, but that psychologically they would never be the same. It went on until both women had quaking climaxes. The guys, unfortunately, because of their cruelly cramped cages, never had much of a chance. They dripped a little but that was all.
Daria and Eugenie kept their fake phalluses all the way in for several added minutes, as if to certify their conquests. Then they languidly pulled out.
"So," Daria said casually, "want to go for Round Two, girls?"
Both husbands tried to answer at once. Too bad for them, when they opened their jaws the soap fell onto the bed. They realized an instant too late that Daria had gotten them to fail, even though they had succeeded all through the foregoing ordeal. They cried openly, sissy tears running from their eyes and soap bubbles dribbling from their lips.
"I'm really knocked out after that," Daria confessed.
"Me too," Eugenie agreed. "But we still owe our sissies something else."
"Like making their tail ends glow red."
"It wouldn't be fair to deny them that."
"Not after they lost the soap on purpose."
"Because they're kinky bitches who are into getting their rumps roasted."
"So we'll make the extra effort to give them what they have coming."
"But not until we have another glass of wine."
"Meanwhile they can stay right where they are."
"But with their lips locked together."
"And their tongues in each others' mouths."
"Which is something else I know they secretly crave."
"For sure."
"Go on Mauve and Pink. Get those kissers sealed together."
"We'll be back soon."
"And we'll expect to see you swapping spit when we return."
"Spit and soap."
"Maybe you can even stay like that while we smack your cute asses."
"After we're done, if we're feeling generous, we'll let you kiss each others' bottom cheeks."
"Kiss them until they feel all better."
"That might take a while."
"We might have to tie you up that way."
"With each of your faces in the other one's butt crack."
"So you can sooth another place that took a beating."
"From our strap-on cocks."
"But right now just stay the way you are and think about the damage we're going to do to your pale rear ends."
"And how much fun we're going to have doing it."
With that they left to go refill their glasses. The sissy husbands could only remain on their hands and knees on the bed, lips now pressed together. Even though the women weren't in the room, their husbands slid their soapy tongues around in a slippery duet. They were too intimidated to disobey. Thoughts of the impending spankings filled their minds. And the possible shaming bondage to follow, with noses buried in butts. It was awful. It was terrible. So why were their punished peckers pulsing and demanding attention they couldn't give them? Why was it happening again? And why had it started to feel so good?
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