Thursday, November 6, 2008

Sissies-in-Law, part two

Alexander/Sandy:

It continued with Alexander.

Deborah was so taken with what Miss Prim and her sister Dorothy had achieved with Stephanie that she immediately approached the dominant beautician for advice about her own husband.

"And what would you say are Alexander's faults?" Miss Prim asked.

"He has 'wandering hands'," Deborah answered, frankly. "He doesn't stray far, but he's always stroking and petting and caressing other women, usually in my presence."

"Hmmmm...that has possibilities," Miss Prim considered. "Come to my shop next Monday, bring him along, and we'll get started."

A few days later, Deborah asked Alexander to drive her to Miss Prim's salon. "I'll only be a few minutes," she advised him. "Why don't you just sit in the waiting area?" Reluctantly, he agreed.

Just moments after Deborah disappeared into the back of the shop, one of the assistants arrived with a cup of coffee. "Compliments of the management," she cooed. "Your wife should be just a few more minutes."

Alexander took the coffee and sipped. Odd taste, he thought. Touch of cinnamon and...something else.... His thoughts drifted off as the mild sedative in the drink took effect. His head lolled and dropped to his chest just as Miss Prim and Deborah returned.

"Out like a light," Miss Prim noted. "Very good." She sat beside Alexander and began to speak in a soft whisper. "Open your mind to me, Alexander," she said. "I am speaking directly to your subconscious, your inner self, directing it, controlling it. Stand up." He stood. "Follow me."

Half-an-hour later, Alexander was all but gone. In the beautician's confident hands, he was transformed into a lovely woman, with a short, pixie-ish haircut, wide dark eyes, and full red lips. Renamed "Sandy," he was dressed in an extremely short miniskirt and a ruffled blouse.

"All the details we discussed have been included," Miss Prim told Deborah. She turned to the transformed husband. "Bound for glory," she said and "Sandy" awoke from her trance.

"Thank you, Miss Prim," the once-male said, breathily, and then turned expectantly to her wife-mistress.

"Very nice, Sandy," Deborah complimented her. "Time to go." Sandy minced off behind her, teetering a bit in her five-inch heels.

That very night, Deborah prepared Sandy for her formal presentation to the family. She began by locking a pair of cuffs connected by chain to Sandy's ankles, careful not to tear the fishnet stockings. She noted with interest that Sandy's cock swelled a little as she did so.

Being bound by your wife arouses you. You want nothing more than to be dressed as sexily as possible and restricted by cuffs and chains.

Now Deborah took a similar pair of restraints and locked them around Sandy's thighs. Again her cock rose a bit more and twitched with excitement.

Finally, she turned Sandy toward the mirror. "Watch as we complete your outfit for the evening, darling." She locked a pair of cuffs around Sandy's upper arms and saw the bulge under the miniskirt grow once more. Finally, she put a very tight pair around his wrists. "Must keep those hands away from your sissy-cock!" Deborah exclaimed. And away from all those other women!

A few short hours later, Sandy took her short, restrained steps carefully into her sister-in-law Dolores's home. As carefully programmed, the continued experience of the bondage had left her with a raging hard-on...and no way to relieve it, at least not yet.

Deborah introduced her new sissy-husband to her sisters and turned to Dolores. "I want you to assist me in one final part of his training, sister dear." She whispered instructions.

Dolores approached her femininely bound brother-in-law...and, using a technique he had often used on her, began to softly stroke the back of his neck, slowly allowing her hands to stray across his nipples at times and then down to his bulging crotch. Sandy's excitement became impossible to hide or control.

Deborah watched it all in fascination and delight. She spoke aloud to her bound boy-girl. "Bound to happen!" she called.

And Sandy filled her panties with come.


More to come

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