Another Sissy Husband 2

Justin is taken on a humiliating shopping trip by Rosa where he meets his sister and mother for the first time in years.

When I awoke the next morning Amanda was gone. Pinned to the bathroom mirror were a note and a pair of pink panties. The note read:

Justin you will wear these panties today. Rosa will be taking you shopping. You will listen to her as you would with me. I had better not get a bad report from her. She has my permission to discipline you in
any way she sees fit.

Amanda

I took a good look at the panties. They were very silky with lace on the leg openings and waist. They were ultra feminine. I decided I would not wear them. Instead I put on my boxers, jeans, and a tee shirt.

When I entered the kitchen Rosa was eating her breakfast. I grabbed a
cup of coffee and took a bowl of cereal. I was about to sit down when
Rosa spoke.

"Pull down your pants. I want to be sure you're wearing my panties!"

It was not a request.

"I most certainly will not. Who do you think you are? You're a 16 year
old girl and you expect me to take orders from you? Forget it!"

She smiled at me which took me by surprise and then stood up. Slowly
she walked around the table. By that time I had sat down. She put her
hands on my shoulders and gently massaged them.

"To answer your first question, I am my mother's daughter. And as for
the second question, yes! I do expect you to take orders from me. Now
will you pull down your pants or will I have to force you?"

She said this very calmly and a shudder ran through me. It was a
reminder of how Jane treated me, the calm before the storm which always
resulted in my doing her bidding. This time, however, I vowed to myself
it would be different.

"Go finish your breakfast. I am not dropping my pants for you," I
replied with a bravado I did not really feel.

Before I knew it, Rosa tipped my chair backwards causing me to fall on
my back and hit my head, stunning me for a moment. She sat on my chest
with her legs pinning my hands to my body and began to slap my face. I
had no leverage and despite my best efforts I could not move her.

Each slap seemed harder than the previous and she was hurting me. I was
not sure how long I could take it and she did not seem to be tiring.
After every few slaps she would stop and ask me if I would comply with
her demand. Eventually the pain became too great and I agreed to her
demand.

She stood up and walked forward over my face giving me a nice view up
her skirt displaying her panties which, despite the pain I was in
caused me to become erect.

"You like what you see sissy?"

I felt myself blush but did not respond. I got to my feet and she
motioned for me to drop my pants. I recognized the look in her eyes as
the same that Jane had when she knew she had beaten me. Involuntarily,
I took a step back. Her smile became broader as she advanced towards
me. I knew I should have tried harder to stop her but fear froze me and
I stood there helplessly as she unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants,
pulled the zipper down and let them drop to the floor. I could not look
her in the eye.

"You are not wearing the panties that mama told you to wear. You will
have to be punished."

I surprised myself when I told her I would not wear them and I would
deal with her mother when she came home. Rosa laughed and unexpectedly
slapped my face again. I tried to step away from her but tripped on my
pants which were still down around my ankles causing me to fall on the
floor. She quickly rolled me onto my stomach and sat on my back. Then
she pulled down my boxers exposing my bare ass and began to spank me.

She was much stronger than I would have imagined and soon I was begging
her to stop. She ignored my pleas and tears soon came to my eyes. I
tried desperately to hold them back but before I realized it I was
bawling.

She laughed and said, "You cry like a little girl being punished by her
mommy!"

When she finally stopped, I agreed to do whatever she told me to do. I
could not take any more pain.

With my pants and boxers off she led me back to the bedroom and watched
as I slipped on the pink panties that had been left for me. Ordering me
to come with her she headed for her room. I was in no state of mind to
disobey her. Between the face slapping and spanking I had received from
her I was willing to do anything to avoid more pain. At the time, I did
not think of how ludicrous it was for a 25 year old man to be so cowed
by a 16 year old girl.

She went rummaging in one of her drawers and produced a bra that
matched the panties I was wearing and ordered me to remove my tee shirt
and put it on. It was very tight and I needed her help to hook it in
the back. Then she went to her closet and produced a pair of jeans and
a sheer white blouse and told me to get dressed. The jeans were
unmistakably girls'. The button was on the opposite side and they had a
flowery pattern on the back pockets. I saw to my horror, the bra was
clearly visible through the blouse she had given me.

"Please Rosa, don't make me wear the bra. Everyone will see it."

"You should have thought about that before you disobeyed me. You need
to be punished and wearing my old training bra and dressing in girl's
clothing will be your punishment. One more word and I will put you in a
dress. Do you anything else to say?"

The look in her eyes told me she was hoping I would give her further
cause to discipline her so I meekly shook my head, denying her,
temporarily at least, from inflicting further pain on me.

"Alright, Justine, let's go. We have a lot to do today.

"But I haven't eaten breakfast."

"And whose fault is that?"

Fearing more punishment I let it slide. I grabbed my jacket which she
immediately tore out of my hand.

"It is warm enough, you won't need it."

"But everyone will be able to see the bra under my shirt."

"Yes they will, JUSTINE" she said with a smile.

Before I knew it I was outside the front door and had to walk with her
down the block to her car. I didn't have my wallet or my keys and in
the girly clothes I felt extremely vulnerable. I was relieved that no
one was on the street and quickly got into the car praying that none of
the neighbors had seen me. I hoped she would take me to a mall far
away, but that was not Rosa's plan.

She pulled into the parking garage of a local mall where we were almost
certain to run into someone we knew. She parked as far from the
entrance as she could, forcing me to walk a long way where I could be
seen. I noticed people staring and pointing and I kept my eyes to the
ground so I wouldn't have to look at them. There were a several snide
comments that also came my way.

We went into a store that sold lingerie where a sales girl greeted Rosa
warmly. She was a young woman, about my age who obviously knew my wife
and Rosa. She could not help giggling when she looked at me and saw my
bra through my blouse.

She introduced herself as Laura before bursting out in laughter.

"This is my step daddy, Justin, but you may call him, or should I say
her, Justine," Rosa said as I was too humiliated to speak. "As you can
see he is a real sissy so mom has decided he should come out of the
closet. We have come to buy him some appropriate lingerie."

"I can certainly help you with that. What did you have in mind?"

"Oh the usual, some panties, bras, a couple of slips, full and half,
stockings, garter belts, pantyhose, and a corset or two."

"Well then, let's get started" said Laura. I think the first thing we
should do is give her a bra fitting, then we can get her some matching
sets of bras, panties, and garter belts."

"Great idea!" said Rosa. "Come along Justine!"

They took me into a dressing room and ordered me to remove my shirt and
bra. Laura took a tape measure and wrapped it around my chest.

"She is a 34. What size cup do you want?"

"I think a C cup would be perfect for her," replied Rosa. "What do you
think?"

"I agree," said Laura. "Will you want falsies to fill them?"

"Mama didn't say but I think that would be great."

"I have two types, mastectomy pads or silicone breasts. The advantage
to the silicone is that you can use a medical adhesive to glue them on
and she can even swim or walk around topless. You will need a solvent
to remove them or they will stay on for several weeks before falling
off. They are quite a bit more expensive though."

"Oh definitely the silicone," said Rosa, laughing.

Things were getting out of hand.

"Your mom didn't say anything about that. I will not allow you to glue
anything on me!"

I never saw it coming. Rosa turned toward me and slapped my face hard
enough to cause me to fall backward. I manage to keep my balance but
was unable to defend myself as she slapped me a few more times, again
bringing tears to my eyes.

"Now do you have anything else to say about your breast forms Justine?"

I shook my head, unable to speak.

"Good! You will obey me or I will not hesitate to remove your jeans and
panties and spank you in the center of the mall. Do you understand?"

I nodded, still unsuccessfully fighting back the tears. Laura had all
she could do to contain her laughter and Rosa just stared at me as I
finally regained my composure, or at least as much as I could.

"You will have to remove your trousers, Justine so I can measure you to
determine your panty size," said Laura.

Hoping to avoid that I told her the size 6 I was wearing was fine.

"Remove your trousers now!" said Rosa. Reluctantly I took off my shoes,
socks, and pants.

"There is not much there," said Laura as she stared at the small bump
my penis made.

"Honestly, I don't know how mama puts up with him. He can't possibly
satisfy her with that tiny thing."

Both girls laughed while I turned even redder. Laura measured my hips.

"She is right. A size 6 fits her perfectly."

The two girls left the dressing room to select lingerie for me to try
on. Rosa grabbed my pants and blouse on the way out to prevent me from
dressing and running. I sat there for quite some time before the two
girls returned with arms loaded with various types of lingerie. All of
it was very lacey and silky and ultra-feminine.

I could not try on the panties, but I tried on everything else
including the bras, slips, nighties, girdles, and garter belts. The
last outfit I tried on was a black bra with a matching garter belt and
black stockings.

"Ok Justine, take off your panties. You will wear the black panties
that go with the bra and garter belt."

"Please Rosa, not in front of Laura."

"Do it sissy and call her Miss Laura as a sign of respect. In fact,
from now on you will call me Miss Rosa. Understood?"

I wanted so much to hit her, rip off the clothes and make a break for
it, but I was too much of a coward. Instead I merely dropped my eyes to
the floor and answered, "Yes Miss Rosa."

I started to turn my back to them while I removed the pink panties I
was wearing, but my step daughter stopped me.

"No need to turn away sissy. You don't have anything we haven't seen
before, though probably none are as small as yours."

Both girls giggled at her remark and as I pulled off my panties,
Laura's giggle turned into an uproarious laugh.

"You weren't kidding Rosa. I haven't seen anything so small except for
the little boys I baby sat for. All the boys I've been with were at
least twice as big. How can he possibly satisfy your mother?"

"He can't. At least not with that teenie weenie peenie," she replied,
also laughing.

I quickly put on the black panties determined not to cry again.

I started to put on my shirt but I was stopped by Laura.

"Don't you think this sissy should have the breast forms in her bra?"

"Yes, of course. Thank you for reminding me," answered Rosa.

"Shall I glue them on to his chest or just set them in there?"

"Oh, of course glue them on. And I will hold on to the solvent so
Justine can't remove them herself."

"We should shave the little hair he has before putting the glue on.
This will allow it to adhere longer," said Laura.

"Can you do that?" asked Rosa.

"Yes, Justine is not the first sissy I have dressed in the store. Wait
here a moment."

Laura was gone only a minute or so and returned with shaving cream, a
razor, and a towel. I was ordered to remove my bra. It took her only a
few minutes to remove the little hair I had on my chest.

Laura positioned each of the silicone breasts on my chest and made a
mark to indicate where they would be placed. Then she applied an
adhesive to each breast and positioned them where she had made her
mark. She held them to my chest for a minute or so to be sure the
adhesive dried. When she removed her hands I could feel the weight of
my new breasts. I was almost grateful when I was allowed to put on the
bra to hold them.

I was then allowed to dress and the realization hit me that I now
sported two realistic looking breasts though still looking like the
male I was. This was even more humiliating then just the pink bra
showing through my tee shirt. Now I was sporting two very feminine
looking breasts that stood out even more in the black bra. Laura bagged
the rest of the lingerie we bought and handed the bags to me. Rosa paid
for the items with Amanda's credit card and we were off to another
store for further humiliation. Of course, it had to be on the opposite
side of the mall. With my breasts protruding and carrying the pink bags
with the store's name on them I was exposed to even more humiliation as
we walked.

We approached a store called "The New Woman" and as we neared it I
stopped.

"Please Rosa don't make me go in there. I will go anywhere else, but
not there. I beg of you."

"Why not Justine?"

"I..I just can't go in there. You have to believe me."

"Unless you give me a good reason, we are going in there."

She stood there staring at me, waiting for an explanation. I had seen a
young woman through the window and recognized Jane, my sister. I could
not face her like this. But I knew if I told Rosa my reason she would
insist on going into the store.

"Well, I am waiting JUSTINE!"

When I didn't respond she grabbed my hand and dragged me into the
store. My day was going from bad to worse.

"Hello. How can I help ..." said Jane.

She stared at me for a few moments and then burst out laughing.

"Justin? Is that you?"

I was unable to respond and looked at the floor as I burned up with
embarrassment.

"Oh my! I guess once a sissy always a sissy," she laughed.

"You know him?" asked Rosa.

"Oh yes. I am Jane, his sister, and you are?"

Rosa's face lit up and she had a big grin on it.

"I am Rosa, his stepdaughter."

Jane's smile got even bigger and she hugged Rosa.

"Come into the back and we can talk! You too Justine!"

It was not a request and my old habit of obeying Jane kicked in.
Reluctantly I followed them into a back room. I knew this did not bode
well for me but I was at a loss trying to figure out how to get out of
whatever they came up with.

"Do you mind if I call my mom?" Rosa asked. "I think she is home by now
and would love to meet you."

"By all means," replied Jane. "I would enjoy meeting her as well."

"In the meantime, Justine, strip to your undies!" said Rosa.

Rosa left the dressing room to call Amanda. Jane approached me and
instinctively I backed up until I was against the wall.

"I'm not going to hurt you Justine," she laughed "at least not
physically. Now shouldn't you do as Rosa told you? You wouldn't want
her to spank you, would you?" she laughed again.

Knowing I would be in for it if I were still dressed when Rosa
returned, I removed my outer clothing while Jane stared at me the whole
time.

Rosa returned fairly soon and announced that her mother was already in
the mall and would be joining us momentarily. Jane left the room to
meet Amanda leaving me with Rosa.

"What a pleasant surprise Justine. Aren't you happy we met your
sister?"

I could see by the look in her eyes that she was enjoying my discomfort
and chose not to answer her. Before I could react she slapped me in the
face. My emotional state was such that I immediately started to cry.

"I asked you a question Justine and expect an answer. You don't want
mom and Jane to come back and see you over my lap, do you?"

"No Miss Rosa, I don't. And to answer your question, if I am to be
completely honest, I was hoping never to see Jane again."

"Thank you for your honesty, but I think we are about to have a lot of
fun, don't you?" she laughed.

I did not respond but quickly dried my eyes just as Jane and Amanda
entered the room.

"...control his masturbation?" I heard Jane say as they entered.

"It would be better for us all if I did that," answered Amanda.

"I have a variety of chastity devices that will do the trick for you. I
wish I had known about them when we were teens. My own sissy is in
chastity. It is amazing what they will do for you in hopes of being
allowed to have an orgasm.

"Well why don't you show us some?" replied Amanda.

"Before I do that, however, I have another proposal that will be just
as effective and in panties, he will look like a girl in front."

"Oh, do tell," said Amanda smiling. "I think that would be even more
humiliating for her."

"Do you know what tucking is?"

"No."

"Let me show you."

"Justine, remove your panties!"

By now I was so afraid of being punished that I did not protest but
quickly obeyed her and stood there helplessly in only my bra awaiting
my next humiliation.

Jane approached me and put her hands close to my balls.

"May I?" she asked as she looked back at Amanda.

"By all means," replied Amanda.

Before I could think to protest, Jane manipulated my balls up inside my
body. Holding them there she bent my penis back between my legs and
turned me toward Amanda.

"I have some adhesive to put on his penis which will keep it there. It
is not water soluble and can be removed by either a special solvent, or
be allowed to wear off in about 4-5 weeks. She will be unable to get an
erection and will, of course, have to sit on the toilet to urinate. I
have found it to be a most effective means of controlling my own
sissy."

"I looked over to Amanda and saw her smiling."

"Oh please Amanda, isn't that going too far? Don't do that to me. I beg
of you."

"One more word Justine and I'll have you over my lap. Would you like me
to spank you in front of your mother and sister?"

"My mother?"

Just then the door opened and mother walked in.

"Hello Justine!"

"Mother? But how..."

"I texted her," said Jane. "We both missed you so much when you ran
away," she said very sarcastically.

I didn't think that I could be more humiliated than I was then,
standing there wearing only a bra, with Jane holding my penis back
between my legs against my scrotum which was mostly now inside my body.
I felt my face flush even more than it had been.

"I see her chest has already been shaved, but we really should shave
the rest of her body first," said Jane.

"Can we do that here?"

"By all means. I will have my assistant take care of that"

"Tracy! Get in here!" Jane called out.

In short order what I can only describe as a flaming faggot minced into
the dressing room.

"You called me miss?" he said dropping a curtsey despite wearing tight
flowery leggings.

"I did. Take this sissy and get rid of all his body hair! You know what
to do."

"Yes ma'am," he replied dropping another curtsey.

Turning to me he grabbed my hand and started to lead me out of the
dressing room.

"Wait! I can't go outside wearing only a bra!"

Jane smiled and asked Amanda, "Is it ok if we let her put on her
panties?"

Laughing, Amanda could only nod in agreement and adding further to my
humiliation. Tracy picked up my panties and held them out for me to
step into. He then led me outside the dressing room and into different
room. I was relieved that there was no one else in the store to witness
my humiliation.

"Relax!" he said. "You don't have a lot of body hair. This will be
easy. Remove your pretty undies and lay down on your stomach on that
table. Then stretch your arms above your head.

I did as directed and he quickly handcuffed them and tied strapped them
to the table with a leather strap.

"What are you doing?"

"Just making sure you don't run. I will be in big trouble if you do."

"Where am I going in a bra and panties?"

"Others have tried to run that's why I am tying you down.

He then spread my legs and strapped each of them to the table. Spread-
eagled as I was, I felt helpless. He then proceeded to place hot wax on
my legs. When he pulled off each strip I screamed in pain.

"Tut..tut.. tut. You really are a sissy!"

"That really hurts," I cried.

"Yes I know. I screamed like that the first time also. It does get
easier."

Before I could respond he pulled the second strip off. I gritted my
teeth, but could feel tears escaping. He finished the back of my legs
and then went to my back and shoulders.

"You're lucky," he said, "no hair on your ass."

He then flipped me over and did the same to the front of my legs.

"I see your chest is already shaved. That will save us some time and
you as bit of pain."

He then went to work on my groin. That hurt the worst but I somehow I
was able to hold back the tears. I now had no hair on my body below my
neck.

"Would you like one last orgasm before they put in you in chastity?" he
asked me.

"What do you mean?

"Once Jane puts that adhesive on your little clitty and glues it back,
you will not be able to get an erection."

"Amanda won't allow that; she is bluffing."

"Are you sure?"

I realized we had not fucked in a long time. I usually brought Amanda
off with my mouth and if she was in the mood she would masturbate me.
More often than not I would go to sleep frustrated and have to jerk off
when no one was home.

"I...I don't know."

"Trust me! That is what Jane was showing her with the tucking and
pulling your little clitty back between your legs."

"Look!" he said and proceeded to pull his legging and panties down.

His penis was pulled back between his legs and seemed glued to his
scrotum. There was no sign of his balls. I was shocked.

"Did Jane do that to you?"

"Yes."

"Why do you allow it?"

"Because I love her."

"So how often does she let you cum?"

"Whenever she allows it, usually I have to earn it."

"Doing what?"

"It varies. "

He reached over and grabbed my cock.

"No, don't do that! I am not gay!"

He ignored me and began stroking me. I tried to squirm out of his grip,
but strapped down the way I was severely limited my ability to resist
him.

"Please don't do this," I begged.

He leaned over and took me in his mouth. I tried to think of anything I
could to keep myself from getting erect. Despite my best efforts, I
fought a losing battle. Tracy obviously knew what he was doing and
seemed determine to get me off.  It had been days since I last jerked
off and I was horny. It took little time before I was hard and even
less time until I shot my load into his mouth. As I came down I
realized it was one of the best orgasms I had had in a very long time.

He smiled at me and leaned over my face. Then he surprised me by
kissing me and forcing his tongue into my mouth, along with it most of
my ejaculate. Taken by surprise again, I swallowed it before I could
resist.

"You taste so sweet," he told me, "and you allowed me to earn an
orgasm. Thank you."

Then he leaned over again and kissed me again before freeing my hands
and legs. He helped me off the table but when I stood up the weight of
my ersatz breasts was apparent and very uncomfortable. Humiliating
though it was, I asked Tracy if I could at least have my bra and
panties to wear. He refused. Then he took me by the hand and led me
back to the dressing room.

The four women looked up as we walked into the dressing room. Tracy
stood aside to allow me to enter first. I found myself covering my cock
with one hand and tried to cover my breasts with the other. This just
caused them all to laugh.

"Just like a girl!" Amanda roared.

I could not look them in the eye and cast my eyes to the ground.

"Amanda, why don't you tuck him while I get the adhesive and solvent
for you," said Jane.

Amanda walked over with a big smile brushed my hand away from my cock.
She then manipulated my balls up into the cavity from whence they came
and pulled my flaccid cock back between my legs. Jane returned with two
tubes and a latex glove which she put on Amanda's hand. Following
Jane's instructions, Amanda placed a dollop of the glue on my cock and
pressed it against my scrotum. She held it there for about 30 seconds
before letting go. To my horror it remained in position. I was then
ordered to put on my panties and model for them. They all applauded and
laughed. A quick look in the mirror confirmed what Jane had said, from
the neck down I did, indeed look like a female.

"I see you are still the sissy, Justine," Mother said. "I was hoping
you would outgrow it."

"You didn't help mother. You allowed Jane to bully me all those years."

"I allowed her? You are male for heaven's sake. You should have been
able to stand up to your sister. She wasn't bigger than you, was she?"

"No, I suppose not."

"I kept hoping you would one day stand up for yourself. But when you
went to your high school graduation wearing a dress because Jane
ordered you to do so, I gave up and decided to accept you as you were.
I guess you just didn't have it in you to stand up for yourself. Then
you ran away. You are probably better off this way as the sissy husband
of a dominant lady."

"He went to his graduation dressed as a girl?" asked Amanda.

"He never told you that?" replied mother. "Did he tell you about any of
his excursions in skirts?"

"Only about his date for a party that he went to with Jane."

"What party was that?" asked mother.

Jane explained to mother about the party and how she caught me about to
give Brian a hand job when she pulled me out of the party.

Mother, Amanda, and Rosa all had a good laugh at that.

"He never told us about giving a hand job to another boy. You were
remiss Justine and will have to be disciplined for that," said Amanda.

"So tell us about graduation."

Mother and Jane looked at each other, smiled, and Jane began the story.


To be continued...