“Stand there, on your rubber mat,” demanded Marcia Sharpe, pushing her son-in-law from behind until he was in the middle of the room. “Your wife wants to see you in today’s blouse and skirt.”
Merriton Carlyle did as he was told. “Catch the pleats of your skirt on either side and hold Mother’s skirt out wide,” said Alicia. “Turn full circle. Tell me what you think of how Mother has dressed you this morning.”
Her husband hung his head and confessed. “I – I am most grateful to Momsy.” His voice was quiet, submissive, crushed. “I feel very feminine, l-like Momsy herself.”
“I can see your prick in the front of your pleats. Apologise!”
“Ohhh! I am most dreadfully sorry, Alicia. I’ll try and get it to go down. It’s just that – it’s because I feel so excited in Momsy’s snow white bow blouse with its full sleeves and – ”
“I hope you’re not spunking into my panties, you little creep,” snapped Marcia, taking her seat behind him. “Lord knows I’ve had to punish you enough for being such a sissy slut.”
This was the trouble, as Merriton knew at this very moment. Under the scrutiny of both the women in his life, and with them dominating him like this, and putting him into a full set of his Mother-In-Law’s clothes, it was all – ohhh nooo! He could feel that blissful build-up of submissive pressure, dominating him, controlling him in Marcia’s skirt and blouse – and most of all in her PANTIES! Ohhh! If only he could hold it and suppress it! Ohhhhhhh!
“Mother – he’s doing it, I’m sure!”
“What! The filthy little sheister! Turn round! Get here this instant while I check up your skirt.”
A moment later she withdrew her hand, slimy with sissy cum in disgusting quantities. “Alicia, pass me a pair of panties to wipe the brat. Lord knows I’ve punished you time and again for revealing hopeless pantywaist weakness when I’ve got you fully dressed. Come on! Over my knee! I’ll have to smack a bit more sense into that sissy-soft ass of yours!”
“Oh Momsy, please don’t spank me again!” His head fell forward and his blouse bow smothered his face as he pleaded for mercy. “I promise most faithfully I’ll keep your panties clean.” That awful draught of cold air swept over his legs as his skirt was taken down, followed by the offending, sticky panties in black satin edged round each leg with two inches of lace so that his ass was bare and exposed. “I won’t dare to – OUCH! – to let my – OWWW! – my jism come out into – OHHH! – into your lovely panties – OWWW!”
Alicia watched and tutted with scorn. What a pathetic husband she had. The only way to put him in the place he deserved was to keep him in her Mother’s bra and suspenders, then her panties, in spite of his total failure to show any degree of control when they had him encased in a silk or satin gusset. Still his pleading and the SLAP – SMACK – WHACK of her Mother’s hand across his unprotected ass-cheeks was some consolation, and she felt that delightful thrill of power as she selected the next pair of panties to control him with. Mmm, a very pretty pair of pink panties in silk crepe. Just the sort he loved. They would have him spunking into them in no time, so that Mother could upend him over her knee again and show him who was boss in this household.
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