Strict Blousing for Henry    by Prim

Althea Jenkins held her husband Henry steady in his dangle harness. She had it adjusted so that he could comfortably stand on the floor, even though he was bound to collapse at the knees once they started on him. Her mother, Mildred Atkins, made a careful selection at her blouse closet and returned with the blouses they would use on him. "Undo the fool for me dear," she said, eying the 20-year-old husband with contempt. "I want him in my apricot silk blouse, and I'll fasten his knees together in my powder blue satin blouse. I'm going to work on him until he's crying out for my blouses if it takes me all day." Althea laughed as she unshackled her husband and held his hands to feed them into the sleeves of her mother's blouse. "Mother, you know he won't last more than a few minutes, the weakling. He hates pain if you're going to paddle him, and he hates missing out on sissy pleasure if we wank him. He'll be yours by mid-morning." Henry Jenkins was soon ready, blubbering like an infant, and she fastened him again in his under-arm loops and hoisted him a little higher this time. He half touched the floor with one foot or the other and wriggled in helplessness between the two women. "Who's going to wear his Mother-In-Law's blouses all day for us?" began Mildred, opening out another of her blouses, this time in white satin, with full sleeves and a huge pussy bow which she threaded into its full shape. "And who's going to show me the deep devotion he feels towards my blouses?" Henry's lips were out of control, trembling with agonizing shame. "I - I - I don't want to b-b-be your b-b-blouse slave again, M-Momsy," he stammered. "Ohhh! Ohhhhhhhhh!" He spasmed with surges of pleasure as Mildred wrapped his bare cock in folds of white satin. "Oh I think you do," she said with determination. "So do I," echoed her daughter, and she wrapped another of her mother's blouses over his head and pulled it tight to emphasize its power over him. "Ohhh! Mphhh! No-mphhh!" His struggles became frantic as he fought to escape the power of Mildred's blouses, but he was powerless against the sweetness of smooth satin, the perfume of her clothes and the femininity of such lavish blouses. Slowly but surely his resistance diminished, his wriggles became occasional kicks of pleasure and squirms of defeat, and he allowed his cock to be mercilessly wanked and wanked by his Mother-In-Law. She had him sagging permanently at his knees while she slid the already wet blouse up and down his cock and balls in squidges of spent juice as he learnt to accept that he would face a life of daily worship of Mildred and Althea in their silk and satin blouses.