Trying to find a story

I am trying to find a story I read several years ago.

Two cuckold sissies are left tied together in a 69 position As their wives go out and to find someone for the evening. The sissieS are told to use each other's cock
As a "pacifier.

There are many such stories Sir.
Being a sissy maid is so much fun!

Just a note Sir. Thank you for helping sissies like me to become feminized bitches. You don't know how special you are.
Being a sissy maid is so much fun!

Can you provide a link to one or two?

My marriage philosophy is simple. My husband in nothing more than my plaything and servant-- doing everything in his power to make me happy. And my happiness to him is paramount.
And to that end, he is properly cuckolded and dressed like a sissy. He acts and speaks like a complete sissy in front of me and I expect nothing less than absolute obedience by him. I wouldn't have it any other way.
The other night, my friend Janice and I were talking on the phone. Janice is another dominant wife who has a sissy husband. We met several years back at a function and have remained friends ever since.
We have shared ideas with each other and have been able to work in tandem in molding our sissy hubbies into the best little servants we could make. For instance, it was Janice who first suggested that I date other men. She was the one who introduced me to the term "cuckold" and all the glory and happiness that goes with it. In fact, I owe a great deal to Janice--so I decided to make it up to her.
And while it's true we've exchanged ideas on how to better train our husbands, we have had varying successes. I, for instance, have had no trouble ******* my little sissy husband to submit to almost every little perversion I have. But Janice hasn't been so lucky. Her husband Steve still harbors a bit of resentment and jealously to every time Janice cuckolds him. Ironically, I've had more success at cuckolding than she has. He is also a staunch homophobe and has resisted her, although not entirely successfully, in her attempts to dress him as a sissy.
And it's here where I thought I could help.
As we ended our phone call, we agreed to set in motion a lovely little idea to get her husband into shape--proper sissy cuckold shape!

Janice and I knew that both of our husband's are absolutely terrified of the thought that we would show their "sissyness" out in public. In fact, both of their fears we so profound that Janice and I couldn't help but use that fear for maximum leverage.
So we decided the best first step would be to introduce them to each other. Our plan was to ease into it, then introduce them in person.
Well, things proceeded absolutely wonderfully. This first meeting between "Cindy"--my sissy husband, and "Trixie"--Janice's sissy, was an absolute laugh riot. We arranged a telephone call between the two, with Janice standing over Trixie's shoulder and me over Cindy's.
"Hello?" sissy Cindy stalled, in his best high-pitched sissy voice, as Trixie answered on the other end, "I'm Cindy . . . uh, um . . . Susan's husb . . .
WHACK!
I hit him hard across the face. I cupped the phone. "Susan?" I cried. Cindy knows full well he never calls me by my real name. It's either "Ma'am" or "Miss Susan," but never simply Susan.
"Ouch . . . um . . . " he winced like a good sissy, "I'm Cindy, Miss Susan's cuckold sissy," he ****** out.
I smiled as I could just imagine Janice on the other end in a mirror-image situation with Trixie.
"Go on, just like I told you," I urged.
Poor Cindy was physically trembling as he tried his sissy best to build up the courage to embarrass himself in front of another "man."
"Um," he squeaked, "I like to wear frilly panties and play with dolls. Do you like that, Trixie?"
I broke out laughing, I was almost in hysterics at the face Cindy made when he spoke. It was a cross between shear horror and a pathetic attempt to act feminine.
Janice would later tell me that she could hear me laughing through the phone on her end.
Well, the "phone call" went off without a hitch. Sissy and Trixie talked about dolls, panties, frilly outfits and the joy of cleaning--and how proud they were that their wives date other men.
That last part--dating--was as expected a bit difficult for Trixie, and Janet was ****** to administer a little extra "discomfort" to him with a wooden switch after the call ended.
As Trixie's acceptance of Janice's cuckolding of him was one of the areas I was determined to help with, we decided the "face-to-face" sissy meeting was critical--a meeting that needed a very cuckold flavoring.
In preparation, we ****** our sissies to have nightly phone calls with each other. Under our dominate control, of course. They were highly entertaining!
Janice and I then set up a double date for Saturday night. We have both been out with the men before and we've told them about our "special" arrangement with our husbands.
The one gentleman, Steve, I have had sex with several times. But Janice has only gone out with John--her date--only once before. That date led to some "tension" with her sissy Trixie, which is of course what we hope to cure with this second date.

Janice is quite taken with John. And well she should be--he's tall and handsome and is a total turn-on for her. And although she has only dated him with dinner and dancing, she is determined to have sex with him. If not on Saturday, then very shortly thereafter. She confided in me that she fanaticized about him and could easily "do" him for a long, long time.
So we set up a date with John and Steve for 7:00 p.m. on Saturday night. We arranged for them to pick us up at my house. As we arranged the call we asked them if they would be interested in "participating" with the *********** of our husbands.
Both Steve and John we not entirely opposed to the idea, but thought it might be better if we "softened" them up a bit to idea of us dating them openly. After that, they told us to our delight, "I think we'd enjoy belittling your husbands."
Janice and I were giddy!
So we finalized our plan for Saturday night and decided to meet at my house at 5:00 p.m.
Janice and Trixie arrived at my house right on time. I had Cindy dressed in a camisole-type slip dress along with his frilly white panties underneath. As Janice pulled up in her car, I went to the window to "spy" on her and Trixie.
I was almost laughing to tears as I watched Janice grab Trixie by the ear and yank him out of the car. He obviously still had serious reservations about being seen in public.
And I knew why as I burst out in another spell of laughter at the outfit Janice had chosen for him. A sweet little maids outfit--black cleaning dress with frilly white lace trim around the midriff and neckline. He looked pathetic.
I covered my mouth with glee as Janice purposely slowed down her approach to my front door. She can be such an ingeniously cruel woman! She called out for Trixie to "wait" as she adjusted the fitting of one of her shoes.
It was clear to me that Janice's shoe needed no adjusting as she looked up and saw me in the window. She winked at me and then barked at Trixie as he stood by her. "Don't you dare move, sissy. Wait . . .wait until I tell you to move."
Trixie was dying as he waited for his wife--in summer-time daylight dressed as a sissy maid. It turns out no one could really see Trixie, but he didn't know that.
I answered the door with Cindy in tow. "My Trixie!" I laughed and gleamed knowingly to Janice, "look at you in your lovely little sissy outfit for all to see! You must be so proud!" as I grabbed Cindy by the hair and pulled him toward Trixie. "Don't you think so, Cindy?"
Janice and I both started laughing at the site, as our mortified husbands stood facing each other in the doorway of my house.
Trixie was beside himself with embarrassment and tried to come inside.
"Ah! Uh, uh. No, little sissy--you're not going anywhere!" Janice smiled. "You haven't been properly introduced!"
Both were very hesitant, so I gave Cindy a little push, "Go on, Cindy, give your guest a proper greeting."
Cindy knew what I meant and opened his arms to greet Trixie. Janice and I both laughed as our two husbands embraced as if they were both disease-ridden.
"Oh don't be such sissies!" I laughed at my pun, "give each other a proper hug," as I pushed Cindy forward as Janice did the same to Trixie.
"Very nice," Janice smiled.
We ****** them to hug for several seconds on the doorway before we allowed them in. It was quite a site as both of them were beet red and could barely look at each other.

"Come in, Trixie," I giggled, "sit down right here--next to Cindy." I pointed to the floor right in front of our couch.
Janice and I took a seat on the sofa as our sissies sat at our feet.
"A little closer," I called out. Cindy moved toward Trixie like I knew she would. But Trixie just looked at the floor.
"Trixie!" Janice yelled and growled out, "Are you ignoring Miss Susan?"
Trixie inched his butt over to Cindy. "Now," Janice smiled, "hold hands."
What a site! They were mortified. Holding hands in their little sissy outfits. Once brave men . . . now reduced to this. It was delicious!
Janice and I, at that point, told them about our evening. We told them about our dates at 7:00, and we told them about Steve and John.
Janice had not told Trixie that she was going out with John tonight. But I figured Trixie must have known given the exquisite outfit Janice was wearing--she was dressed to ****.
You could see the fear, disappointment, and trepidation written all over Trixie's face.
"Oh don't look so sad," I interjected. "Cindy why don't you set Trixie at ease and talk about one of the subjects you love so much . . . panties!"
"Yes, that's a great idea!" Janice laughed and sunk herself back into our sofa. "Have a nice little chat . . . we'll just listen in."
Our sissies started off slowly, but Cindy--such a good sissy of mine--led the way.
"Cindy," I interrupted, "you describe your panties so well. But," I stalled and glanced at Janice with a wink, "why don't you show them to Trixie."
Trixie's face turned another shade of blue as Cindy stood up and lifted his skirt to his waist. Cindy started showing off his frilly panties while Trixie could hardly look. But after too much hesitation--at least in Janice's mind--Janice got angry.
"Trixie!" she screamed, "don't be so fucking rude! Now go tell Cindy how pretty her panties are!"
After he stalled again, Janice got up and grabbed his hair. "Do it!"
We both laughed as Trixie ****** out a couple of barely audible compliments.
"I don't think that's enough, do you Susan?" she smiled back at me.
"Hmmm," I shook my head negative.
"Yes, I agree. Trixie . . ." as she turned back to her sissy, "reach your hands out and feel Cindy's pretty fabric."
A shiver of excitement ran through me as I watched Janice work her domination over her husband.
Trixie reached out slowly . . . and then quickly touched the waistband of Cindy's panties.
"No, no--sissy. Not there . . . here, touch the fabric right here," as she pointed directly above Cindy's little penis.
"No!" Trixie cried out *************. Janice whipped her head at him and almost drilled a hole in his eyes with her stare.
"What did you say?"
Trixie quickly pulled back showing true signs of fear.
Janice then turned to me, "Susan, I think it's probably time to give our sissies a little motivation . . . " she smiled. "Our dates tonight," she emphasized to Trixie, "have graciously agreed to help with anything we ask them to if we felt our sissies were not cooperating . . . "
While this was not entirely true, it got their attention.
"And if we ask them," Janice continued, "they will take our little sissies and 'Show them what it's really like to be a sissy!'"
Janice was beaming as Trixie--and Cindy--looked absolutely terrified.

"And they don't like it when their dates are not in a good mood," I interrupted. "Who knows, they might even be a bit violent if the date went bad . . . "
Janice smiled bright to me as she loved my playing along.
"Now," as she turned back to Trixie, "right here."
Trixie painfully moved her shaking hand right above Cindy's penis. I knew from experience that Cindy would get erect very quickly if Trixie started touching him there. God knows, I don't touch him much there!
"That's it, Trixie," Janice laughed, "feel the fabric--move your hand across, over it . . . that's it!"
Janice eyed me as we both knew Cindy would be hard in no time.
"Good girl, Trixie!" Janice cheered, "maybe we won't say anything to our dates after all."
Trixie was physically shaking and Cindy was totally embarrassed--probably more due to his erection at the hands of another man, than the whole moment.
"Aww, look at that, Janice," I laughed, "I think Cindy really likes Trixie! What do you think?" as I eyed Cindy's little bulge.
"Oh yes!" she chuckled, "I definitely think so!" She then turned to Trixie, "and you like Cindy, right?"
Janice and I both giggled as Trixie nodded his head.
"What? I couldn't hear you?" she teased.
"Yes," Trixie dribbled.
"Then I suggest you show it," she paused and put a finger under Trixie's chin. "Show Cindy how much you love her panties." Janice then spoke very slow and direct, "in the same way you show me."
Trixie shot his eyes up to Janice in a desperate plea. I figured I knew why--but I wasn't totally sure.
"That's right, my little sissy. Give Cindy a nice little kiss--right here," as she pointed to the bent-over little bulge in Cindy's panties.
This time, however, Janice didn't wait for her homophobic husband to stall. Instead, she pushed the back of his head down right to Cindy's bulge. "Kiss!" she barked.
Whew! I got a major tingle in my crotch as I watched Janice ***** the action! Both sissies were terrified and completely embarrassed, but clearly the burden was all on Trixie. Trixie gave Cindy a half-dozen sweet little kisses before Janice was through.
Things were going great!
Trixie at this point was visibly shaken. It looked almost as if he was going to cry.
Just then, we heard a honk outside.
"They're here!" Janice called out like a giddy little girl.
"Wow, it's 7:00 already?" I responded. "My how time flies!"
Janice ran to the front door and opened it. I could see Steve and John sitting in John's car. They both stayed inside and waved back to Janice.
Both Trixie and Cindy saw them too. I don't know if Steve and John could see, but it didn't matter. Our sissies were terrified.
"Aww . . . look at you, sissy. Are you crying?" she mocked. "Well, Susan. We don't want to leave John and Steve waiting," as she went to her purse and retrieve two pairs of handcuffs.
"These are for you to ***** with," she laughed. "That way we'll know you're not getting into any mischief."
We got our husbands down on their knees. I stepped behind Cindy and snapped his into place. Then I placed my hands on their heads and moved them close to each other. "Aren't they cute, Janice?"
Janice smiled back at me.

"Shall I?" I asked glancing at the other handcuffs on the ground.
"Just a minute, Susan. Thanks." As she adjusted the stockings on her gorgeous long legs.
"I think our sissies are crying a little too much and that might disturb the neighbors," as she circled around behind Trixie.
I smiled as I figured Janice was going to give the sissies another good dose of ***********.
"So," she sang out and clicked the handcuffs on Trixie's arms behind him, "our little babies need their pacifiers!"
I looked at Janice and she gave me a knowing look back. We had talked about "pacifiers" before but I thought it was too soon.
"You think?" I asked smiling.
"Oh, yes . . . " Janice was clearly determined tonight.
Janice then helped as we moved the sissies over to my bedroom and put them on my bed.
"There," Janice said as she positioned Trixie into a 69 position with Cindy. "This is how you'll wait for us tonight," she laughed.
"Yes," I chimed in laughing, "snuggle up!" as I pushed their heads into each other's pantied crotches.
Janice and I both looked at each other with a glee in our eyes. Then Janice gave me a nod--I knew what it meant . . .
"Okay, sissies," I cheered, "put your pacifiers in, we don't want you disturbing the neighbors while we're out!"
Janice laughed out loud as both of our sissies turned and looked at us as if we had lost our minds.
"We don't have any pacifiers, Miss Susan," Cindy chirped like a good little sissy.
"Oh, but you do!" I chuckled mightily. "They're in your panties!"
Trixie jumped back away from Cindy's crotch, but he couldn't move much with his hands behind his back.
Janice pushed his head back into Cindy's crotch. "Are you trying to ruin our dates?" she growled. "I don't think John and Steve would be happy to hear that. Do you Susan?"
"Definitely not," I played along.
"Should I tell them?" Janice teased to their horror.
"Hmmm," I said, "unless we see some pacifiers in their little sissy mouths in the next 5 seconds . . . I'd say yes!"
Janice then reached down and pulled Cindy's panties to the side. She gripped his now soft little penis and moved it in front of Trixie's mouth.
"Should I tell them, Trixie? Hmmm?" she teased.
And with that, Janice's husband opened his homophobic mouth and accepted my husband's limp penis between his lips.
"Very good!" Janice applauded, "Such a good sissy!"
I did the same to Cindy and looked down on our work. Janice and I smiled huge smiles at each other as we looked at our sissies sucking each other. What a site. We gave each other a knowing look as we figured we'd made way more progress tonight than we ever imagined.
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"Oh, they're getting impatient!" Janice laughed. "We'd better be off!"
We turned to leave the bedroom, "and those pacifiers better be in your mouths when we get home," I said. "Even if we don't get home until tomorrow morning!"
Janice and I then skipped outside toward John's car. I then turned to Janice, "Can you imagine the ******* we could do if John and Steve actually participate!" I laughed.
Janice smiled a sweet smile. Then turned her gaze to the boys in the car. "We might have to do some persuading tonight with our men."
I smiled, "I guess we really won't see our sissies until the morning!"
"Nope," Janice said, still transfixed on the site of John, "as horny as I am right now . . . and with the added incentive to persuade them to join us--no way!"
I got another strong tingle between my legs.
I was glad I could help . . .

Great story. Thanks.

FantMstr
1 anyone know how I can find stories about wives secretly putting their hubby's on hormones?
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