Mistresses Bought Sissy Large Breasts
Domme Isis is famous for her wit. Sissy will never forget that first night. They had dated for a month. Isis unzipped his jeans, slid her fingers in. She asked:
“Don’t you wish God had a replacement policy?”
Saying that she needed something longer, she shoved him down. It was his first experience of cunnilingus.
He had always been a passive boy. The kind mothers would point at and encourage their sons to emulate. Sons who had nothing but contempt for their schoolmate. He was the school wimp.
His few girlfriends had always dominated the relationships. Relationships never lasted past the revelation of his inadequate penis. Women’s pity made him cry.
Until Isis. She taught him every trick and stratagem for pleasing women with his tongue. He learned to accept that she would receive all the orgasms.
Saying she did not want to see such a useless penis, she made him wear a pair of pink panties. Originally only when alone with her. Soon frilly lingerie replaced his boxer shorts.
She suspected his passivity hid submissiveness. She praised him for being cooperative and obliging. He accepted each new chore without demur. Soon he spent most of his formerly free time working as her housemaid.
Isis joked that he would make someone a good wife. She did not notice his tiny penis stiffen.
He could never refuse Isis. He did not call her Mistress. Formal submission came later.
Meeting Joanna was a big test. He had never suspected Isis was bisexual. Much less that she had a girlfriend.
He wept. Both women sat with him on the couch. Isis and Joanna hugged him. They told him to feel as if he had two girlfriends. He calmed. Leaving Isis was unimaginable. He would have to accept her lover.
The women were playful. It was as a game the convinced him to dress like a woman. Saying he was too pretty to wear pants they refused to let him put his jeans. They let him wear them for errands. That would end.
He felt ashamed. Not because he was en femme. That he enjoyed wearing women’s clothing embarrassed him. He was blind to his transvestism.
Then they played the Slave Game. Isis and Joanna ordered him around. He called each woman Mistress. They called him Sissy. Later he would have many names. Most four letters long.
Locked in a wooden pillory, each woman spanked him. Isis’s black leather belt quickly brought tears.
When he said, he wanted to quit playing the game, they told him to not be so impatient. Three days later, he realized the game would never end.
He sulked. Mistress Isis fondled his breasts. She asked:
“Would you like me to buy you a pair?”
He froze. She decided stunned silence meant yes.
When he woke after the breast enhancement surgery, his penis was locked in a chastity device.
As the women modify and more strongly take control of Sissy, their cruelty increases. Sadists, the pair has a long history of tormenting men. They planned Sissy’s enslavement from the beginning.
Sissy spends some time each day in bondage. Nipple rings make predicament bondage easy. When the women host parties, visiting Dommes cannot resist yanking them.
Neither use Sissy’s tongue. Sex is strictly between the two women.
They still cuddle with Sissy. Nearness and intimacy puts his penis at war with the MCD. It has never been unlocked.
Now sissy remains en femme outside his Mistresses’ home. Fortunately he is passable. Dressed in flashy, glaring pink, people think he is a sex worker. Occasionally a man will try to pick him up. His complaints make Isis and Joanna laugh.
The Femdom TPE lifestyle works for sissy. Tasks and chores keep the servant occupied. Mistresses evening games prevent boredom. Always exhausted by day’s end, sleep is never a problem.
One day they will tire of him. They will pass him onto a good Domme in need of a maidservant. When his shock fades, Sissy will find the same satisfaction as the new Mistress Owner’s servitor.
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