Choosing a Nanny for Her Pantywaist    by Prim

"I've short-listed you, ladies, because you have all successfully sissified married men." Regina Carrington addressed the three seated young women as she positioned her son-in-law where they could get a good look at him in her blouse. "You each had some good stories to tell in your letters of application about how you made them suffer rank humiliation in girls' or women's clothes, and I like that. It's how I want to bring up my son-in-law here: Virgil Petsy." Her son-in-law, the same age as the three prospective new nannies who sat in front of him, stole the odd glance at their faces as he cringed with shame. It stung him to see how all three were struggling to hide their amusement. They controlled themselves enough so that they could sit upright with po-faced looks of steely authority. Regina finished fussing his blouse, which had served to stiffen his cock even higher in front of the visitors, and handed him a pair of her panties. "You will ask the Ladies to dress you in your panties," she said. He whinced as he took the nylon panty in magenta pink, and held them obediently out to them as he asked: "P-Please - will you put me into Mumsy's panties?" Lois Presswell's violet hair swirled across her bare chest above a decollete blouse of apple green chiffon. "I want to make you wear them," she said. "In my view it's vital for a pantywaist in a blouse to be kept in the clothes that his Mother-In-Law wears day-in, day-out. That's how she makes him belong to her." Virgil hung his head and was about to pass her the panties when the woman next to her, Dallas Vain, intervened. "Yes that's a good plan, because such a weak little wimp must be reminded constantly of how shameful it is to be made to wear the clothes of his Mother-In-Law." A waft of embarrassment swept across him as he hesitated with the panties still in his hands. then the third prospective nanny, Lydia Sharpe, added her observation on him too. "I always find it's important to keep changing him so that he loves being dressed up in Mummy's things." "Yes I think so too," observed Regina. "He must be reminded constantly what a feeble wimp he is. And let me tell you, Ladies, this worm of a sissy will surrender with unbelievable weakness whenever you put him into my panties and work his little prick into a feeling of devotion. Shall we lay him across all three of your laps and you can dress him up for me together?" Virgil Petsy blubbered with misery as he was man-handled onto the knees of all three visitors, who soon showed him how strong they were, how determined and how superior in every way. The pink nylon panties slipped up his legs and under his ass, and his cock was soon being handled by three women his own age as he bleated and whimpered with helpless surrender. "You make a good team, Ladies," declared his Mother-In-Law, sitting opposite to watch. "I've a mind to appoint all three of you for a trial month. You can dress him in my things every day between you. I think he'll soon get the feeling of how pathetic and contemptible you hold him as you put him into my panties again and again."

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