Fun at Our Private Women's Party    by Prim

I'd been dating Dan for a few weeks and at last my life had taken off. No more miserable nights with a sexless wimp next to me in bed. Those days of sexual disappointment were behind me. What I wanted now was for Howard to start making up to me for cheating me into a useless marriage and recognise his place as our pathetic fag. So of course he would have to be trained. Dan was busy at work so I called on Aretha and Danielle to help me teach the sissy his place. "This dress is just right for him, Marjorie," said Aretha as I fed it up his arms. "The sleeves are so pouffy and this picture collar is just what little girls wear on their party dresses. "And it's making him stiff," cried Danielle. "Look at his cock, the sissy!" She was right: he was as stiff as usual when we were dressing him. "It could be his dress," I said, "but it's more likely our blouses and skirts all round him." We wanted him stiff for when Dan arrived, so all three of us were wearing our puff-ball blouses and wide minis. As I suspected, he was helpless amongst us. The girls teased him as he stood with his head down and his face crimson. "Does girly Howard like it when Mommy and his aunties wear their nice blouses with the sexy sleeves?" asked Aretha, looking up into his face. Danielle had her hand under his dress to hold his cock. "And our nice flaring skirts, sweetie? Are they making little-boy Howard feel girly and weak in the middle of the Ladies?" He wriggled and squirmed and tried to make a protest. "I can't help it," he willowed. "Your blouses are all round me: I'm surrounded. And I'm wearing a party dress and - and I feel so pretty!" We had to laugh. He looked so girlish, just how Dan liked him to look when he was fucking the idiot. "Well Uncle Dan will be here before long," I told him. "You're going to be even more of a girl when Auntie Danielle gives you your ass-fucking practice to get you ready for him." He went into one of his girly spasms as we got him across the fagging table and tied him onto it by his wrists and ankles. This was the third time we played Fuck-the-sissy-fag with him while we were waiting for Dan to get home, so he knew the score: a dildo up his ass while he sucked as if to save his life on a plastic cock-teat. We'd have him in perfect order for Dan, and it was so rewarding to see the sissy weeping with anguish while we reduced him to sissy-girl submission and helplessness.

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