The membership of the Women’s Domination Society, elegant and beautifully manicured for their Wednesday morning meeting in the Church Hall, erupted with delight as Chelsea Staunton wheeled her husband Clement onto the stage in his frilly pink buggy, followed by her sister Barbara Burrows.
“Come along, Clemmie pet, up we get for Mommie,” cried Chelsea. “Let’s show all the nice Ladies what a lovely baby dress you’re wearing today.”
The crimson-faced young husband staggered to his feet, once he had been unharnessed. The two women held one hand each to display his dress to full advantage: it was in primrose yellow silk, overlaid with white organza, with darling puffed sleeves at his shoulders and a wide Peter Pan collar edged all round with cute lace trimming. The dress sat on a deep circle of petticoat frills, beneath which his baby bloomers, matching his dress, almost covered a pair of plastic panties, which in turn were filled with a diaper of excessive thickness. His knees squeezed together but weren’t content with that, and needed to push and slide and press together again and again, so conscious was he of the open-mouthed glee on so many women’s faces. Or was it mocking disbelief? Chelsea lapped up the delight of her audience.
“This is Clement,” she smiled to everyone, “my husband. And now that he wants us to dress him as a sweet little GIRL baby, we call him Chloe.”
There was a peel of laughter as women clapped their hands at how suitable the name Chloe was for such a girlish sissy. Barbara couldn’t wait to add to his public torment.
“Hi everyone, I’m Barbara, Chelsea’s sister, and I love to spend lots of time at her place, playing with this pathetic creature and putting him into one dress after another. And would you believe it, he LOVES us to fasten him up into girls’ dresses, with baby panties and – a special love of his – baby bonnets too.”
She had a bonnet in her hands, and as her sister held her husband helplessly by the arms, she wrapped the bonnet of primrose silk round his hair, pulling it well forward around his face, and wrapped its ribbons into a bow under his chin.
The women in front of them gasped as they watched the pathetic sissy squirming between his captors. His face turned a deeper shade of red, contrasting nicely with the white satin lining of his bonnet, and he called out as if compelled to speak his feelings, confessing the deepness of his inner needs.
“Oh thank you, thank you Barbara. I feel so lovely in my bonnet. I’m frilly and sweet and dainty in my baby dress. Thank you for making me – for making me – so GIRLY!”
The women of the Domination Society applauded, laughed and cheered as Chelsea and Barbara held him by an arm each as it was obvious from his jerking that his public ordeal had pushed him beyond all self-control: he was pulsing squirts of sissy cum into his diaper as his baby bloomers pumped and pumped backward and forward while his dress and petticoats swung this way and that in helpless surrender.
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