The continuation of the new serial by Prim
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Chapter 3: Muriel Vandersilk plays dress up with her feeble grandson Giles  Giles Fullcups held his breath and tried to hold off the surge of passion as his stocking welt was clipped remorselessly to his heavy elasteine girdle: one clip - two clips - ohhh the pleasure! - three clips, and he was tightly held in his grandmother's nylons. His penis stood firmly upright in front of him, aching to express his bliss, but determined to avoid the punishment for an illicit ejaculation. He clenched his eyes and fists and tried to think of what he might have for tea tonight. Mercifully he held his cum."Master Giles is almost ready to meet GrandmaMuri," declared his nurse, sliding his naked buttocks into a more upright posture in her lap, with his stockings astride the polished white rubber of her apron. His grandmother's black patent court shoes were ready beside her own heels and she reached down to plant his stockinged toe into the first one and shoe-horn the rest of his foot into its cramping fit. "Oooohhh!... Mmmmph!" moaned her teenaged charge as yet another item of his grandmother's wardrobe held him in its crushing grip. "Mmmmmppphhhhh!" he gasped as his second shoe was forced on. "There's a good little boy," exclaimed his nurse. "Won't GrandmaMuri laugh with delight now that Master Giles's legs are so feminine in her own stockings and high heels?" Her ward hung his head helplessly and confessed the truth. "Y-Yes, Nurse Edna... Thank you." He beheld himself across the massed phials and jars of his dressing table, framed in his pink, fully lit mirror, and a stab of despair brought a whimper to his crimson lips as his nurse kissed him on his ear and nibbled it softly between her lips. His sandy hair was done in a girlish shape but which left him clearly a boy. As always, his nurse had done his make-up so that any observer would not be able to decide his sex, unless of course they knew that his grandmother's lacy GGG brassiere cups were NOT filled out with huge breast forms. As he pondered his brassiere in the mirror, the tears filled his eyes. No, his pendulous breasts were very much his own... developed by his grandmother's doctor at the Society of Matrons clinic and fed by gallons of hormonal drink which he was fed each day. His penis too. It was the same, relentless diet of feminising agents that had developed his pathetic organ, so that it had such thick and longer than normal proportions. Not in an increase of manliness: quite the opposite, and a tear was released down each cheek at the thought. His penis had become utterly feminine, and had been trained so embarrassingly to respond to all those ultra feminine garments of his grandmother's lavish wardrobe. Not to mention the contents of her drawers. "What a lucky little sissy my Master is this morning," declared his nurse. "He will be wearing GrandmaMuri's lovely powder blue blouse in floral silk acetate when I take him into her bedroom. Just look at its lovely collar, sweetheart... and its big, billowing sleeves. Won't he feel feminine and so like his darling grandmama when he kneels at her feet and kisses her lovely boots?" Another wail escaped his lips as Giles saw her hold the blouse behind him in his mirror, still on its hanger and spreading widely in its crisp, ultra feminine beauty. If only he had managed to resist the effects of those drugs he had been fed by Doctor Laceweight, when he could see how his grandmama's silk petticoats and panties were becoming so attractive to him. If only he had realised how helpless he would be when her silky lingerie was gradually replaced by her gorgeous satin panelled corsets with their zips, buckled extra belts and suspender clips. And her boots! Ohhhhh, her high heeled boots! No, he had wanted the doctor to give him more of her lovely, girlifying medication. He didn't care about losing all hope of his manliness... about becoming less and less able to resist his adorable grandmama's affections. And now he wanted nothing more than her kisses and caresses while she wore those gorgeous, clittie-stiffening corsets and mink stoles. No wonder his helplessly effeminate penis stood up in front of him at the very thought of kneeling at her boots. "Can Master Giles slip his handie in here for Nurse," cried Nurse Edna... "into GrandmaMuri's wide, silk sleeve? And then his other handie in here? Oh isn't that lovely, he is in Grandma's pretty blouse which she wore for him yesterday." She gathered it over his big, lacy bra cups, sending a quiver of femininity through his nipples and mammaries, and adding a thrill to his penis. "Does GrandmaMuri's blouse remind him of how lovely she was in it yesterday, my little sweetie? When she held him in her lap and pressed her big pale blue silk bosom down across his little face? With cigarette kisses, darling? Does Grandmama's blouse still smell of her lovely cigarettes?" Giles felt the silk close around his bust, his body and his upright penis, which jerked to meet its cold caress. He breathed in the heady cocktail of Grandma's perfume and cigarette smoke from the silk collar as he fought to resist his arousal, but his eyes wanted to watch his nurse's fingers fastening one blouse button after another in the mirror. Nurse Edna Slidewell had been hand picked by his Grandmama for her busty stature and her pouting lips. She had received full permission to keep her little ward covered in kisses while she was training him to love the delicious contents of his grandmother's chests of drawers, and for her precious, maternal way of treating Master Giles as her little boysie in silkies. To ensure the little darling was forever erected in her care, Muriel had declared that Nurse Slidewell would wear uniforms of rubber latex, in which she would gather his naked or lingerie-clothed body for sexual sliding and slithering. It was not unusual for Master Giles, who was normally more or less in control of his releases, to spend his jism helplessly while face down across his nurse's knee having the back of his brassiere or corselet hooked shut for him with his stiffened penis sliding deep in her shiny white rubber apron. She was about to draw her bloused and girdled young ward into her lap for some pleasant sliding and fondling when the ring of his grandmother's hand bell made the boy's heart jump in his blouse. "How wonderful, my little darling," cried Nurse Edna, her rounded face beaming as she caught his hand in hers and interlaced their fingers to hold him securely. "GrandmaMuri is ready for Master Giles. Won't he feel feminine as he kneels in front of her high heels? Come along, my precious, but remember... not one drop of ejaculation until Grandmama gives her permission." Giles Fullcups stepped daintily along the landing in his grandmother's black patent high heels, his penis threaded out under the front edge of her girdle so that it pointed high into her blue floral blouse, until they reached the half open door of Grandma Muriel's bedroom. Nurse Edna tapped and said: "Miss Vandersilk, can a very excited Master Giles please visit his adorable Grandma Muriel this morning?" Muriel Vandersilk's laugh was both high and rough and as usual, and broke into a smoker's cough. She mastered her coughing and cried out for Nurse Edna to bring the little angel in. "He can kiss his loving grandma's painted toe-nails," she said as the wide-eyed Giles was led into her bedroom of pinks and honeyed beiges, "and if he has been a very good boy for his foundation worship, he can help his Grandmama to dress." Her fleshy lips were already coated in deep crimson as they curled into a smile of doting, sixty-five-year-old affection for her eighteen-year-old grandson. Muriel was proud of the silver quality of her hair, which she liked to wear in highly built styles that left her neck free for full collared gowns and blouses and her richly made-up features open and on view. Her eye shadow would complement her apparel, and today it was fuchsia pink suggesting that she might wear one of her pink dresses or a pink blouse, all of which would be in opulent sizes to cater for her opulent proportions. As soon as she saw her darling Giles she threw wide her arms to welcome him into the intimacy of her large white-brassiered globes. "My precious, darling Gilesy-Nylons, come to your loving GrandmaMuri and let her kiss and cuddle her most beautiful sissikins in her own blouse and stockings. Mmmm-mmmmm!" and she hugged her grandson in swings of her big, soft arms from side to side, then held her face back from him for a moment for him to look up into her hazel eyes. "Oh my, but Gilesy-Nylons is wearing his dearest Grandmama's foundations from yesterday... and her blouse too. Tell me precious... is that because he is so in love with his GrandmaMuri, hmmm?" Giles raised his cheeks and eyes, surrounded in the blue silk of her blouse collar, and nodded obediently. "Yes, GrandmaMuri, I am so in love with you... and your adorable corsets and bras." He managed a smile, which was difficult while he was squeezing back on his urge to ejaculate, now that his chin was pressed against his grandmother's cleavage in its white, lace-covered bra cups. "Of course you are, my little sweet-pea. And I wonder if you have performed your early morning worship of your dearest grandmama's lingerie? Nurse Edna, has my angel been a perfect sissy during his corset training this morning?" The nurse stood behind her ward and slipped her rubber sleeves around his waist, where her fingers discovered his upright shaft pressing against Muriel's satin panelled girdle. "Indeed, ma'am, he has been a little sissy dreamboat in your dressing room. We started with him zipped up in your wonderlift corselet with the belted abdominal support, tightened, and onto its garters we fastened your sky silk nylons." "Ohhhhhhhh, how lovely for my little Gilesy!" cried Muriel. "And was my little treasure able to control his naughty, naughty urges when you had fastened him up tight?" "Well... when I put his face in your large, flesh-coloured brassiere... with its stiffened cups fastened around his head... your little angel lost it, ma'am. He ejaculated his boyish creamies up into the air and onto his rubber dressing mat." "Dooohhhhhhhhh! And has my naughty little sissy-boy been punished, Nurse Edna?" "Indeed he has ma'am... over my knee with his nasty boyish penis pushed deep into my rubber apron while Nurse Edna spanked his naughty botty." "And was his boyish penis nicely stiffened while you were spanking him?" "Very stiff, ma'am. I had your pale green Vanity Fayres over his head while he pleaded with me to stop: I think he knew that he would spurt his creamies again." Muriel's jaw and cheeks wobbled with annoyance and her lips drooped in the way her grandson dreaded, for Grandmama's displeasure usually meant further punishment. "We shall have to fasten his naughty boy's penis up tightly in something that will hold him under control," she said, her teeth gritted behind set lips." She saw her grandson's worry in his blue eyes and pointed to the floor. "On your knees, Giles my boy. You are going to make up to your grandmother by kissing the reinforced gusset of her panty-girdle." Nurse Edna's hands on his shoulders made sure that Giles descended to the floor at once, while his grandmother pulled his head the final inches deep into her groin. "There's a good little boysie," she cooed, turning up the collar of his blouse around his hair; "kissing his beloved Grandmama in her precious place. Grandmama wants her little angel to be sorry for his nasty boyish tricks. He can kiss and kiss her between her legs while Nurse is helping her into her blouse." Giles was in heaven as his grandmother stood with her feet apart, enough for her to close his face between her puffy thighs while Nurse slipped her fuchsia chiffon blouse up her arms and fastened it for her mistress. Muriel glowed with pleasure as his face moaned in the gusset of her panty-girdle. "Now I want my little peach to help dress his dearest Grandmama in her stockings," she cooed. Nurse Edna provided her with her chair and she sat, while Muriel lifted his head by a clutchful of hair. As his nurse fed the stockings onto her mistress's legs, she required his lips to kiss his Grandmama's soft flesh, a few inches ahead of the advancing nylon. "My sweet little blouse-angel will fasten all his grandmama's suspender clips, won't he?" she sang, enjoying her morning dressing as much as she always did. "Oh yesssss, GrandmaMuri. Yes please!" The youthful grandson's mouth hung open with desire as he gathered the appropriate edge of her fully fashioned nylon, reached it towards its corresponding garter, and pulled to bring the two together. What bliss, being permitted to handle both his Grandmama's stockings and the garters of her panty-girdle... while she was wearing them and watching with approval. Giles moaned with each garter... a moan which signalled that his ejaculation would not be long in coming. "And is my darling little peacock going to help his dearest Grandmama into her boots, hmmm? And maybe fasten some of her leather boot buttons?" Giles dropped his eyes for a moment and looked about him. Grandmama must have a pair of her boots nearby. And there they were beside the bed, still filled with their boot shapers and gleaming in their glossy chestnut smoothness. "Ohhhhh! Oh yesss, GrandmaMuri... I would... love to hold the buttons on your boots. Please may I fasten up your boots around your beautiful legs?" Her eyes practically closed in a smile of assent as she gave him the nod he longed for. All he had to do now was resist the force of his sissy urge to come... in helpless surrender... across her dearskin button boots. His nurse released the first precious boot from its filler and presented it to her mistress's nylon foot. "My darling can hold my boot for being such a good boy," declared Muriel, and the youth's penis lengthened with a blissful ache as he held the soft leather to her foot while Nurse Edna worked the boot horn until his grandmother's foot slid into place. The button loop worked its magic, from Muriel's foot all the way up to her knee, enclosing her stockinged leg inside the silk-lined, chestnut leather. Giles contained his urge, by closing his eyes, thinking of dinner, or any other way he could scramble the mood of adoration that was upon him. The second boot was laid in his hands: its black sole, pointed toe and stiletto heel, its open wings and its oh-so-beautiful buttons. Somehow Giles managed, with whimpers of lust, to close his Grandmama into her second boot, but he was close to collapse at her feet. "Oh dear," she said, her mouth sagging again in warning, "I hope GrandmaMuri's little poppet is not thinking of squirting his adoration before she commands it." She broke into a smile. "On the other hand, perhaps it is time for her sweetie to show how deeply he desires his Grandmama and her adorable garments. Nurse Edna, I shall wear my antelope kid gloves... or one of them." She chuckled as she watched the battle of weakness on her grandson's face as he resisted his urge to squirt all over her legs. The nurse presented her with her opened gloves, then helped her feed her fingers into the left one. Muriel angled her wrist so that Giles would see his nurse fastening each button, from the palm of her hand, over the inside of her wrist, then drawing the sides of shiny tan kid together up her wide forearm almost to her elbow. Her grandson's breathing became heavy, with trembles in his throat and lips. He would see her being buttoned into her other glove too, and his pulse quickened. "And this glove, Nurse Edna, is for my grandson's boysie little tentpole. Yes, the one which is hiding away under my blouse. Shall we see what it is up to, Nurse? Undo my silk blouse up to his big, feminine breasts, and he can show us how excited he is about his Grandmama's kid gloves." Nurse Edna's dress rippled and plopped as she crouched between Giles and his grandmother. Her fingers opened one blouse button after another until the blouse hung open but still together. "Goodness, ma'am," she cried, "I declare, it's such a biggie that Master Giles is hiding under your blouse." "Master Giles will hold the sides of my blouse out to the sides," ordered Muriel, separating the sides of her own blouse so that the pink gauze hung from the outsides of her brassiered globes. She caught her breath at the sight that greeted her and reached instinctively for her cigarettes and holder. "Well! Master Giles's penis has become his grandmother's 'stiffy-stiffy', hasn't it? Nurse, you will button that stiffy up into my other glove, before it disgraces itself." A wail of horror escaped her grandson as the beautiful kid glove approached his rampant penis, while a wave of pleasure swept over him from his head to his penis. He was so close to caving in... to surrendering to the inevitable attraction his GrandmaMuri held for him. "N-No, pleeease, G-GrandmaM-Muri," he begged, knowing that his desires were becoming too strong to resist. The silken hand of Muriel's glove slipped over the knob of his penis, its fingers in a loose clasp in front. "Let me close this little button here," cooed Nurse Edna, fastening the inside of the palm across his helmet. "And this one here to clasp Master Giles's penis head inside his dear Grandmama's glove." She watched the reaction on her ward's face as her fingers worked the glass button shut onto his shaft, bringing a mewl of male impotence from his lips. He closed his eyes and prayed as Nurse Edna fastened the buttons down his penis, enveloping it in its case of feminine leatherwear. His grandmother watched with a wrinkle of stern supervision on her lips. "You will NOT ejaculate until I show you my panties!" she declared. "And Nurse, my panties from yesterday are in my dirty linen basket. Kindly fetch them for my worshipping boy." Giles's penis spread to fill the glove that contained it. From being a loose fit, it was now quite snug, so that the smooth kid gripped him in every fraction of an inch. His Grandmama had a fresh pair of panties hung the other side of her chest of drawers. She turned back to him and presented them on their clip hanger. Ohhhhhhhh! Her peach satin, decorated bloomers, which would enclose her panty-girdle from her waist to her knees. Ohhhh, the tightness of her glove: it seemed to be contracting onto his penis head, his sensitive glans and all the way down his shaft. How tight the buttons had become, straining for GrandmaMuri's satin bloomers. "I have picked out your panties from yesterday, ma'am," announced Nurse Edna, "which will be so lovely for Master Giles to have on." She flashed them to him at his shoulder, in pink nylon with ruching and lace at the legs. "Would GrandmaMuri like me to slide her lovely panties from yesterday over Master's adoring face, ma'am?" Muriel laughed as she rested her bloomers on the bed and fitted a cigarette into her holder. "I think that would be most appropriate for such a panty-loving, sissified pansy-boysie," she said, firing her lighter and inhaling a first drag of white smoke. Then as she exhaled onto Giles, she bestowed her sweetest smile on him from above. "Now, my angel... you may worship your Grandmama's delicious panties." Her permission had come not a moment too soon, as she stood right up to her grandson with the satin of her bloomers between her boots and his penis. His throat was whimpering in his efforts to resist an outburst of sissyish passion, but in spite of all his clenched muscles, the first seepings of his orgasm spurted into his glove. He tried to tighten even more, in keeping with his training at Muriel's hands, but his spurting gave way to squelching, in rhythm, filling one finger then another of his grandmother's glove, the soft leather hand swelling to its full shape and the glove seeping with juice between its buttons. His grandmother's pink panties dropped fully over his head, gathering at his neck, while Nurse Edna drew the sides of her mistress's bloomers around his head too, and a rivulet of cream ran down and dripped from the front of the vertical glove. How nice for Muriel, who loved nothing more than to see how deeply besotted her grandson was with her blouses, corsets, gloves, boots and panties. She directed her smoke over him as he spent his adoration, and decided what she would have him in next to continue her pleasant morning of dress-play with her darling little sweetie. Chapter 4: Muriel and Lillian plan a trip of pleasure for their sissies  "Just look at my darling Gilesy-Nylons!" whooped Muriel Vandersilk as his nurse pushed him ahead of her into his grandmother's presence. "Have you dressed my precious simply in things I wore yesterday, Nurse Edna?"Giles was controlled in his forward movement by the penis leash which passed between his legs and was held from behind by Nurse Slidewell. Her rubber nursing dress slithered around his thigh high button boots, adding to the swell of feminine fabrics with which he found himself surrounded. "Indeed I have, ma'am, and all of them worn by your good self while you were engaged in... how shall I say it?... stimulating activities involving your darling, while he was as utterly feminised as we could make him." "Hmmm, I see that my cream satin blouse is a little creased from its overnight stay in the dirty linen. And are those stains I see on it?" "Indeed, ma'am, if you remember, Master Giles worshipped your blouse with a spray of his adoration at a distance of six feet, from the collar to the hem of your lovely cream blouse. Added to which, all your clothes from yesterday, from your panties and pantyhose to your blouse and skirt, were rolled in a ball in the basket." "I see." Muriel looked puzzled. "Which means that everything now shares the same intimacy, ma'am, in terms of your personal scents and attractions, which are so ravishing to your sensitive grandson." "Ah yes. My personal scents, which also include Rive Gauche from yesterday, as I remember, and I was smoking Virginia Thins. What a pleasant combination." Master Giles found it pleasant as well, for the large collar of his grandmother's blouse was particularly scented, and turned his head in a reel of passion. From the moment he had been brought into the room, the sight of his grandmother had roused his sexuality to new heights of sissy submissiveness. "Oh Grandmama, I... I feel so weak when I see you in... in such tight suspenders and stockings, and in your gleaming, high waisted girdle." He paused to gather his panting breath and Muriel, knowing he would be unable to resist adding more admiration, tilted her silver hair-do to one side and glowed with maternal sweetness for him. "But Grandmama, most of all I love your... your delicious green blouse with its billowing sleeves and deep, stiffened cuffs. The silk is so crisp, Grandmama. Please w-will you allow me to press my lips into its shiny silk. Maybe... at the front... down at the bottom... near the hem." Nurse Edna laughed with her mistress. "My word, Gilesy-Nylons," cried his grandmother, nearly rolling off her pink dressing chair, "you are very direct for a delicate, effeminate sissykins. All right, then, my little treasure..." and she parted her fully filled stockings, releasing a space for him to kneel between her knees, "you may bring pleasures without end to your loving GrandmaMuri." The love-struck youth needed no further invitation and his nurse released his penis from its harness so that he could fall adoringly to his knees and present his obedient features to his grandmother. Immediately his nostrils were filled with scents of arousal from the damp fur of her pussy, for as usual, Grandma Muriel was in a state of feminine excitement over her grandson's feminine conversion. Unfortunately, her hand prevented his urge to sink his face into her intimacy. "Not so fast, little pussy-sucker," she cried, holding him back by the forehead. "I think we can add to your adoration, one way and another. Nurse Edna... I want this adoring sissy of mine to put me into my black knee boots. Can you oblige, my dear?" Her youthful grandson cried a little whimper of weakness as his nurse returned from the boot racks and presented the glossy black leather boots to him. His heartbeats doubled as his fingers held them and placed them reverently on the carpet, ready for the blissful operation of closing his grandmother's feet and legs and inside them. Her fingers combed softly through his hair. "What a precious boysie, putting his dearest Grandmama's feet into her lovely boots for her," and she planted one of her stockinged feet on her grandson's knee. Giles's penis ached with adoration as he ensured the zip fastener was at the very bottom. He opened the sides of the boot, feeling its lining of silver silk, lifted his Grandmama's obliging foot and guided her toes into the interior. Nurse Edna applied the boot horn behind the stockinged heel, and Giles worked the boot until GrandmaMuri's toes fed snugly into their niche. He held the precious stiletto heel and massaged it into place until he had booted her adorable foot. His breath caught in his throat for the pleasure that awaited him, then he gathered the sides of silken leather tightly round her shapely leg, held the zipper at the inside of her ankle and drew it upward. The pull was hard, since the boot was clearly not wide enough, but with Nurse Edna's help he could glide it slowly towards his grandmother's podgy knee. Once there, he fell to kissing her gleaming boot with all his abject adoration. "What a sweetheart, my little Gilesy-Nylons," she beamed, clutching a fistful of his hair. "Would my darling like to play with GrandmaMuri's boot for a little while, hmmm?" It was the invitation he longed to hear, a promise of such pleasures with his beautiful grandmother in front of him, approving of his lusting pleasure in her body and her richly feminine apparel. She planted her boot well forward between his knees, affording him the shiny length of its black leather to lower his fully stiffened penis onto. As she watched him clasp her knee in his hands and slide his erection up towards them, she reached for another cigarette, fitted it to her holder and granted her lighter to her darling boy. A wail of pleasure escaped him as he held her lighter, fired it, and lit GrandmaMuri's cigarette, his penis reaching along her leather boot. A moment later he was sliding and sliding on her leg as she surveyed his performance and clouded him in sweet tobacco smoke from her lungs. The phone rang. Nurse Edna presented the receiver to her hand, and she took the call. "Lillian my da-a-arling, how delightful to hear your voice this morning. I was just thinking of calling you for a little get-together... Yes, of course, with our sissies to bring us our pleasures." Giles's pleasure increased as he pumped his grandmother's boot, since a meeting with Lillian Trapp would inevitably mean humiliation, ridicule and a fountain of sissy-teasing pleasures. But his thrusting was interrupted when Muriel withdrew her boot and presented him with her other stocking. He was to boot her other foot while she spoke to her friend. "At the moment I have got him dressing me in my boots, darling. He loves to kneel in front of his dearest GrandmaMuri and play with her legs, as does your sissy Percival if you remember your last visit. Oooohhhh, he's zipping me up into my boot now darling, and it's... heavenly... having such adoring attention during my dressing." "How simply delightful, Muriel my love. You are so lucky having a grandson who loves his Grandmama so much, and is so turned on by wearing her clothes. I only wish my own stupid Pussyboot would be so obedient." "Pussyboot? What a perfectly suitable name for the clown, if I may say so, Lillian. What have you got him doing for you at the moment?" Lillian Trapp giggled huskily down the phone. "Well you know how I spend my mornings, Muriel my love: I want my daily penis-playtime with my panty-pansy, and now that Sapphire has moved out and left him to me, I will have my pussy well and truly satisfied." "Ha-haaaaaa! I know your appetite, lusty Lillian. Surely he can't keep up?" "Well he's doing not badly at the moment with his sissy clitty thickly up like a tree-trunk. I'm sitting in my rubberised dressing cape with its fur collar as I play with his erection. Of course he daren't ejaculate." "I dread to think what might happen to him if he does, my dear. I'll just have my little darling put me into my kid gloves, so that I can reward his stiffened little poker. But Lillian, darling, are you game for coming round to join me... so that we can share our sissies in a few little swaps?" "That's not what I had in mind, Muriel. I was ringing because I've got a juicy bit of news for you: I've heard there will be quite a few sissies being mustered at the Society's tea room this afternoon. The Matrons are holding a sissy fashion and ridicule show. I thought you and I might enjoy joining them with our pussy-bois?" "Why Lillian, how lovely! You couldn't keep be away with a team of stallions. Who else will be there?" "I heard it from Lucinda... Lady Bottomley, you remember... so we can join her and that bishop friend she enjoys playing with. I declare, Muriel: he can't spend enough time at her villa undergoing strict dressing in tight petticoats and starched skirts. Then there'll be Constance Overcape: she's with a different toy-boy every time you see her. Lucinda mentioned Marigold Belledejour. She's rolling in wealth of course: has her husband in diamond encrusted corselets. Olivia Bustforth has entered her son-in-law for the competition, and Ariadne Laythem." "Ariadne Lay... that whore-house!" Muriel choked on her cigarette and took a moment to be able to tell her friend what she thought. "We'll plant ourselves far away from her: I don't want her touching my Gilesy... you never know where she's been. Wha-ha-ha-haaaaaa!" Both women roared and Muriel clasped her thighs to trap her sweetie between the welts of her stockings as she shook with mirth. His hands gathered affectionately round his grandma's flesh as he found his face presented with her hot, juicy pussy. It was hard for him to hear the ending of the conversation. "I must get my Gilesy-Nylons into something really nice for his visit to the Society tea room," cried Muriel, signalling to Nurse Edna to slip her sable stole round her shoulders to add to her grandson's eagerness. "My newest, uplift, full corselet, I think... then nylons, high heels and a nice pair of my panties." The nurse presented her with some day dresses that might add to his sissyish confusion, while she lifted her sweetie's head for a moment, cupping his cheeks in sable to show him her stole. He loved it, and his wail of surrender reached Lillian Trapp down the phone. "Oh put him in one of your lavish satin blouses, for Heaven's sake," she cried, "and a flared pleated skirt." Muriel scarcely grasped her message as she reeled with pleasure. "Ohhhhhhhh... I'm in heaven, darling... orgasming!" she moaned, pressing her Gilesy-Nylons deeper into her pussy with his head encased in sable fur. Her friend hung up, irritated at being beaten to the quick. "Come here, wretch," she cried with a snarl, and Percival Pussyboot found his nose plunged into the liquid heart of her sex where her labia slid apart to accept it. "We're going to visit the Society tea room, my little Pussyboot, where you are going to show every matron present that you are the most helpless and pathetic sissy on the runway. Hurry up and bring me to my climax, Pussy, so that I can get your ridiculous costumes together." ***
In the next episode of The Society of Matrons, the helpless sissies are dressed to meet their mistress's matronly friends |
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