Sissy Doll for his Stepsisters by Prim
The girls burst into the nursery bubbling with excitement, to find Pamela securing her stepson into his play cot. She was just as bubbling as her girls, eager to put little Mandy through a torment of sexual deprivation and misery. If that damned new husband of hers had seen fit to abscond - with his fortune - at least she would be able to take out her spiteful resentment on this little runt of his.
"Cool!" cried Donna at the side of the cot, "you've got him fastened in, hands and feet."
"And knees too," cackled her sister Beverley. "This'll keep his legs wide apart so's we can get at that weedy little cock."
"Oh his penis is totally available, girls," laughed Pamela, undoing her skirt and letting it slip to the floor. "We can wank it in our panties for hours on end - and the worm won't be able to do a thing about it."
Montgomery Jackson wrenched at the ribbons holding his hands, knees and feet and knew instantly that they were right: he was stuck, wide open and in their power. "B-But stepmother," he whined in panic, "I'm a man. You can't dress me like this, in petticoats and panties - and a DRESS! It's insane, d'you hear? Get me out of these ribbons!"
"Ohhh dear! Diddums doesn't want his nice stepsisters playing with their dolly today," mimicked Donna as she lifted her skirt and grabbed her panties with both hands to pull them down her pantyhose.
"No! Nooo!" he yelped. "You're not going to play with m-mmm-mmmmmm!" His protests disappeared as his stepmother wrapped a gag of white silk over his mouth, pulled it tightly round her cheeks and knotted it at the back of his neck.
"That'll shut the wimp's face, girls," she snorted. "Even though he loves being Sissy Mandy and having his stepsisters tormenting his girlish little dick with scented lingerie."
Beverley was first to get her panties over his cock. They were in mint green nylon with ruffled leg trims and a double-thickness gusset: so super effective for folding round the length of his cock in feminine softness so that she could wank him up and down as he watched her in horrified silence from his lacey pillows.
"Squeeze his dick all the way up each time, Bev," cried Donna, "especially at that very sissy place just under his knob. There, yes, that's it. He loves that, don't you Mandy, you pathetic pervert!"
All three women giggled as Montgomery Jackson tried wriggling his hands and feet again, impotently, then moaned in misery through his gag and slid lower in his cot as Beverley's hand found all the best ways of pressing, caressing and arousing the full length of his rampant, upright manhood. They were watching all the signs, waiting for the moment he would rise to a powerful spurting climax in the middle of them, then crying out to each other: "Stop! He's nearly there. Don't let him have his pleasure!"
They loved denying him any sexual release. Occasionally they mistimed it as they primed him in their panties and he got half an orgasm by accident, but their general rule was: Dolly Mandy gets lots of jerking - but no squirts for the sissy dick-head. Today it would be two hours of panty-wanking in the morning, two more in the afternoon and the last two at night before they tied him up and put him into the panty drawer of one or other of them for the sleep he would so need if he was to be ready for the same again next day.
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