Cock-Pull Sissification
"Will he be addicted to my lingerie by the end of the day?" said Eileen, thrusting her tightly mackintoshed son-in-law ahead of her into the plush oak and maroon entrance hall. He stumbled on his heels in slurries of purple satinized rubber, but the dominatrix caught him, his face landing in the satin bosom of her apricot blouse. He "Hmmmphhh-ed" an apology through his gag. With his arms bound to his sides inside this deep belt and his hands held inside the mackintosh pockets, he could have landed face first on the chessboard tiles.
by Prim
BACK
"The stupid clown!" snorted Eileen, pushing her fingers inside the belt to keep him on his feet. "I've got hold of him. Let me help you bring him through."
Mistress Bowes preferred to lead him by the short hairs at his temple. 
Their victim bleated into his gag as the three of them click-clacked into a room off the hall, almost bare except for two large oak closets fronted with mirrors. He faced himself in the glass as his Mother-In-Law's mackintosh was undone, with Eileen on one side of him in her tailored lilac suit, the lace of her blouse visible at her throat, and the mistress on the other in her bright blouse and chocolate skirt. He had visited her once before, and was left indelibly convinced that he had to do as he was told or his legs would suffer. He cringed as Eileen's mackintosh was removed, revealing how he was wearing her powder blue satin slip with ample lacework at the breasts and hem.
"I will have him devoted to my slips and my panties and bras. I WILL." Eileen's jaw was set with determination. What she meant, he knew, was 'devoted to her'. Mistress Bowes had one of the closets open, and from it she took down a set of petticoats he was going to wear for his visit. Then a little dress, in gorgeous pleats of emerald satin, with a deep white sash and frilly edged collar. She hung them on the door as she lifted his Mother-In-Law's slip off over his head. He stood between the two women in Eileen's black bra and garter belt.
"Rest assured, Miss Smoothing, it will be all he wants." The Mistress dropped an armful of petticoat frills over his head and the women fussed and fastened them between them. "Last time he was here, he learnt to love his Mother-In-Law's stockings and suspenders." She turned his face to hers with strong fingers. "You want to be in them so much, don't you, Dribbles?"
His shoulders sank with humiliation, recalling why she called him that, but he nodded in obedience. She snorted a chuckle and unthreaded his dress from its hanger. It dropped over him in sizzles of white silk lining, and Eileen stood in front of him, her lips curled with contempt as he was buttoned down his back and fastened into his bow of white satin. "There are another two slips in here," she said, looking into her shoulder bag, "and my skirt. Then a few of my pants. I think I've given you enough for him."
"He wants them already," declared Mistress Bowes, "so we won't need pairs and pairs. Especially since our sissikins here will want whatever I tell him he wants. Open!"
Zach parted his lips and drank what was in the plastic dose cup. It was sickly sweet and relaxed him almost at once. His Mother-In-Law passed her bag to the Mistress. "I'll be back at five," she said. "I'm meeting friends in town," and with a last look of warning into Zach's eyes, she was gone.
He felt abandoned, at the mercy of Mistress Bowes. She began by lifting the ivory satin of one of Eileen's slips from the bag and smiling at him. "You are going to love your Mother-In-Law's satin slips, sissy." She let it drop from its folds and then rolled it up to open it over his head. "Mumsy's satin lingerie is heavenly for my little boy. Keep your hands by your sides while I'm dressing you in Mumsy's beautiful things."
She held the slip so that the lacy hem reached down to his waist, with the lacy bodice folded above his head and hanging forward over his face. His cock stiffened with desire. Eileen's lingerie was certainly what he wanted. Its touch always melted his sexuality into weak, simpering devotion towards its owner. He felt the slither of more satin over his head. Was it another slip? No - too heavy. She was sliding Eileen's skirt down over the slip, sliding it further down, so that his arms were held to his sides inside the satin lining. One of Eileen's pencil skirts, reaching down to his erected cock. "Now your head knows how your Mother-In-Law's sex feels inside her sensuous lingerie," he heard.
He whimpered. She led him into another room where he felt carpet under his heels. She lifted his feet one at a time and he felt the cold kiss of panties, soft and silky as they slid up his stockings. Bloomers, judging by the length of the legs. "You are loving the smooth satin feel of Eileen's slip," he heard. "It's all you want, so exciting to be inside it for her."
She was busy around him, pulling the bloomers right up, even higher, so that it cupped his testes tightly and his toes were nearly off the floor. "How lovely it must be, to stand in front of Eileen's drawer and gaze down at her slips." She pulled his hands behind him and tied them in ribbon to a transverse bar. Then the skirt and slip were removed and she undid the scarf that covered his mouth. He blinked in the light.
"You want me to force her panties on you," said Mistress Bowes, pursing her lips at him and operating a control. Before Zachary Pulsover could speak, his feet left the ground, dangling beneath him as he kicked to find the floor. She caught one leg then the other to fasten them beneath his hands. He hung defenceless and exposed, his cock pointing through a slot in his bloomer sling. He whimpered at the realisation that now she could do anything she wanted to him.
He didn't think of protesting; he was more worried about what she was going to do to him now. As he dangled, she took down her own panties, folded them smaller, and wrapped them round his cock, attaching them to a pulleyed clip from above. She ribbon-tied a weight to the other end and let it dangle between his legs.
"Eileen's slips are smooth and slippery," she told him as she dipped into the bag again, "but so are her panties, and it's them that you want more than anything."
Zach mewled with desire and squirmed in his bloomer sling as he saw the pairs of panties that she brought into his sight. Silver satin, deeply edged with lace at the legs, royal blue, ivory satin, the prettiest waist elastic and wide, feminine legs. Mistress Bowes fastened them to the vertical display bracket in front of him, so that they were spread, one pair below another, for his cock to adore. And it did.
"You want Eileen to show you her panties," said the Mistress, lifting herself onto the chest of drawers and holding the cord pull that linked to his rampant cock from above. She pulled it tight. "You want to play with them, don't you, sissy?"
"Oh ye-e-essssss, pleeeeease."
"You want to kneel between her legs and breathe in through her panty gusset, softly sliding your face into her satin cleft, don't you, sissykins?"
Her fingers pulled on her cord, and the sheath of satin slid up her panties where they clung to his stiffened cock, before the weight pulled it down again. Then up - and down. Up - down. Zach gasped with emotion, devouring the pairs of panties, 
and wished with all his heart that Eileen was still here, so that he could tell her to her darling face how madly he loved her satin panties. Miss Bowes had her phone to her ear and spoke into it.
"He is ready to worship your panties, Miss Smoothing. Nicely fastened up so that his cock is standing to attention in front of them." - "Yes, he is wriggling out of shame, but to be honest, his wriggling springs out of sexual surrender, if you ask me. Oops, ah - his cock is reaching, ready to pay his respects. - Ah, here it comes - one, two, three pre-squirts, Miss Smoothing. Ahhhhh, here it comes - oh yes, ye-e-es, he a-DORES your panties. Holy satin, ma'am, he's squirting loads down the front of your gussets. I think he would love you to be here to see him - he'd love you to be wearing your panties, so's he could squirt his adoring cock against your good self, ma'am." She laughed as she watched the abject surrender of the helpless son-in-law, sending jet after jet of cum onto the lovely gussets of Eileen's panties. "It's over for now, Miss Smoothing," she said, "but that was just his first. He's going to love your panties a LOT more than that as the afternoon passes by. I've got him until 5, haven't I? - Very good. We'll see you at 5, after he's paid his devoted respects to the insides of your panties as well as the outsides. Bye, ma'am."
Zachary Pulsover swung a little from front to back in his suspended bloomers, blushing under the accusing look of Mistress Bowes, guilty of adoring his Mother-In-Law and dripping with strings of cum that attached his cock to her panties. All he could do was hang and swing, and allow his cock to be wiped ready for his next round of panty-play, this time with the panties moved much closer to his defenceless exposure.