8 comments/ 216456 views/ 22 favorites Yes, Mommy By: searic My wife/Mistress, Heather and I had over the years developed a large repetoire of ways of playing together, with me, of course, always in a submissive role. One of our favorites was her as Mommy and me as her obedient little sissy boy. What a delightful combination of humiliation and safety it created in me. However, as frequently was the case, she had decided to add a little variety to a developed scene and informed me earlier in the week that, on Saturday, she was inviting a friend of hers from work--Debbie--over and that we I would be her sissy little boy in front of Debbie! A delicious fear grew in me as Saturday approached as I knew I would obey my "Mommy" and suffer a hugely increased dose of humiliation as another woman witnessed my domination and emasculation. On Saturday morning my wife and I slept in as usual and had a late breakfast. I knew Debbie was to arrive at 1:00, but neither Heather nor I had made any reference to the event since the night before. We both were dressed casually in jeans, with me wearing my usual weekend plain cotton panties and also white socks and loafers, with a short-sleeved sweatshirt. I was nervous as a cat as 1:00 approached, and my wife was cat-like, too, smiling like one who had eaten the cream. A few minutes before one, the doorbell rang, and Heather ordered me to answer it. I opened the door and invited our guest in, feeling very nervous and blushing furiously. Not having met Debbie before, I wasn't sure what to expect, and I wondered what she had expected, too. Debbie was blond with a page-boy cut. I guessed her to be in her early thirties. She was cute but not a knock-out and dressed comfortably in a jeans skirt, blouse, and platform sandals. The latter and her toes got a glance that I wish could have lingered. We each exchanged a rather shy "hi" and a handshake before my wife appeared and gave Debbie a warm hug. She led the way into the living room, invited her friend to have a seat, and asked if she'd like a coke or coffee. "Coffee'd be nice," said Debbie, stealing a little glance at me and starting to relax a bit. "Get Debbie and me coffee, Ken," Heather directed. She takes it with cream and sugar, too. You can have a cup if you want." As I was preparing the coffee--I felt too nervous to have any--muted sounds from the living room reached my ears. The pair were talking, and giggles were part of the conversation. My ears were burning! Bringing their coffee back, I found Debbie grinning and sitting comfortably in her chair with her legs crossed. Directed by my wife to sit at her side on the sofa, I was able to look more closely at Debbie's shoes and her pink-polished nails. What a lovely sight! I felt my cock stir as I, too, began to relax a little. Debbie seemed nice, and this promised to be an interesting afternoon. Not invited to participate in the conversation and rather ignored by both women, I listened to them chat for a few minutes about the office. Then without warning, my wife turned to me. "Well, little sissy, I think it's time you went and put on your diaper." Debbie laughed--partly probably from nervousness, but she seemed genuinely amused, too. I was too embarrassed even to look at her and quickly rose and hurried from the room. Under the shock of the moment, my penis had wilted, but as I removed my clothes in the bedroom, it strongly reasserted itself as my submissive side and strong need for humiliation at the hands of my lovely wife took over. The consequence was that once I had my pink diaper on, there was a bulge in its middle. Before returning to the living room, I took a look in the full-view mirror. How glad I was that Heather helped me to eat sensibly and work out. I was reasonably slim and fit, and when all you're wearing is a brief pink diaper (with lace! designed by your wife), fatness and drooping is hard to hide! Heather herself is slim to the point of skinniness and doesn't seem to work at it at all, the lucky thing! Her breasts are small, but I love the way she looks, and the size of her breasts have never bothered me. Just seeing her body is almost enough to make me cum, even after years of marriage. Whoops! I almost had forgotten! Running back to our "toy closet," I tied the pink ribbon around my neck and looped the string with the cock-shaped pacifier on it over my head. I could hear more giggling as I neared the living room, and with my heart racing and my legs literally trembling, I entered the room and stood, with head bowed, in front of my wife. "Oh, wow!" came Debbie's voice, with a tone I couldn't quite identify. It seemed to include excitement and amusement but more than just those reactions. Sensing rather than having seen her when I had re-entered the room, I reckoned her location to have moved from previously to a chair about six feet from the sofa and located behind me and where my wife sat and a bit to the right. She would have a good view of the procedings. "Turn around so Debbie can see you," my wife purred. I did so, knowing how ridiculous I must look to her friend. Heather stood and took my chin in her finger, lifting my head up and turning my face so I was looking directly at Debbie. She was perched on the edge of her chair, staring hungrily at me. "Is that a PACIFIER around his neck?" she asked. "Tell her, little sissy," my wife ordered. "Yes," I answered in a very small, choked voice. "Call my friend Miss Debbie, young man!" Heather ordred sharply, "and tell her why your pah is shaped like that." My heart sank, but my cock stiffened as I obeyed: "It's shaped like a cock, Miss Debbie, because I like to suck cock." Both women laughed aloud as I surrendered any remaining "manliness," confessing to both that I was a cock-sucker. "That's a good little boy," my wife said kindly and stoked my hair. "Thank you, Mommy," I said, as even in Debbie's presence, I felt the warm rush of love and acceptance from my wife. "You're welcome, sweetie." As she sat down, Heather turned my body so I was able to look at her but Debbie would be sure to see my face, too. "Now tell Debbie why you're wearing a diaper, sissy boy," she directed. I directed my answer to Debbie with occasional looks into her face, which seemed both amused and eager. She was grinning, and her eyes were gleaming. "Because wearing a diaper reminds me that I'm just a silly little boy, not a man. Wearing a pink one makes me feel really sissy, and Mommy sewed some pretty sissy lace on it." How humiliating and wonderfully exciting it felt to call myself a sissy in front of two women! "What do you think, Deb?" Heather asked with a grin in her voice. "Does he look like much of a man?" Heather laughed as she answered, "Not hardly--looks like a big sissy to me." "What do you say, sissy?" my wife prompted. "Thank you, Miss Debbie," I humbly answered. "Tell her what you're thanking her for!" came the sharp voice of my wife. "For telling me what a silly little sissy I look like." "Actually," Heather corrected, "She's telling you what a silly little sissy you ARE." "Oh, he IS!" Debbie eagerly affirmed. And to me, "You ARE a sissy!" "Thank you, Mommy and Miss Debbie, for telling me what I am," I humbly replied. "Now sit next to Mommy," said my wife and pulled me down so that I was huddled next to her slim warmth. She put her arm around me and hugged me close, and I was in heaven. "He really is my very good little boy, and I love him so," she commented to her friend, which nearly melted me. I snuggled even closer. "That's sweet," Debbie said, and there was softness in her voice as she looked at Heather and me. Gently, my wife disengaged from me, and I sat up next to her. "Tell Debbie how you feel when you're with Mommy," Heather instucted, and, looking shyly at Debbie, I answered with utter sincerity, "Warm and safe. I feel so warm and safe when I'm with Mommy and she tells me I'm a good boy and that she loves me." Debbie looked directly at me, and her eyes were soft. "I see you do, and I can tell she does." For awhile none of us said anything. Then Heather asked me, "Would my little boy like to nurse?" To Be Continued Yes, Mommy Ch. 02 What follows is a continuation of a story of the humiliation and loving domination of a submissive, cross-dressing man by his Dominant wife. She has for the first time invited another person to witness his subjugation by inviting her work-friend Debbie to visit. Husband and wife love each other deeply, and they love to play, too! * -Part II As my lovely wife asked me if I wanted to nurse, my first thought was that her friend Debbie was watching from just across the room, and I realized how silly and sissy I must look in my pink, frilly diaper, huddling next to Heather on the couch. However, the embarrassment and humiliation were scary-delicious, and in any case, the chance to nurse while my wife held me would have overcome anything. "Yes, please, Mommy" was my simple answer. Heather unbottoned her blouse and offered me one of her small breasts. She drew my head forward, and I first kissed and lapped her errect, hard nipple. "That's my good boy," she sighed and held me even tighter. "My sweet, precious little boy." I took her nipple between my lips and pressed against her warmth. I smelled her. She stroked my hair and kissed the top of my head. Her arms were warm and tender. I made a small sigh of peace and gratitude. Heather helped me feel very safe. "Good boy," my love murmured. "I am SO proud of you. You are mine, and I always will love you and be here for you." My penis was sticking out of the top of my sissy little diaper, and I now was sucking for all I was worth and giving Heather's nipples little nibbles with my teeth. I knew she was as excited and filled with joy as I. I knew I was pleasing her by my obedience and worship in front of her friend. She bent her head next to mine and whispered, "Check out Debbie." Moving back from her breast, I glanced at the pretty girl watching us and saw a look of combined tenderness and lust in her eyes, which were teary. Staring at us, Debbie had her hand in her unfastened jeans and was masturbating. "Eat me, little sissy" my wife commanded aloud, and I slipped down to the floor as she spread her long legs and unbottoned and unzipped her jeans. I drew them down and off her and did the same with her soaked panties. I kissed their crotch as she nodded her approval, and I spoke--"I love you, Mistress' panties." Heather drew me forward so that I could kiss her lovely hairless pussy, and I planted kiss after kiss from her navel to her thighs. Lifting her legs, she placed them on either side of my head and crossed her ankles behind my head. I revelled in the girl-smell and taste of this woman whom I loved so much and trusted so absolutely. I licked the length of her warm, wet entrance and then probed within with my tongue. I could feel the thrust of her center against me and hear her moans of pleasure. Her hands stroked my hair and skin, encouraging me on. Soon I was lapping and kissing and sucking her rigid little clit, and she began bucking and crying. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Don't stop, don't, don't, don't." In the midst of my own world of worship of Heather, I became aware of a shift of weight on the couch and the smell of musk. Debbie had joined us. I returned to full focus on pleasing Heather, and she began the high-pitched keening which signaled her orgasming. Her muscles went rigid, and she grabbed my hair in her fists and held me in place as she mashed her pussy against my face. With a sigh, finally she released me, and I slid back onto my heels, looking up towards her. She was grinning down at me with Debbie next to her with her face hidden against Heather's shoulder. Their arms were about one another, and Heather had removed her blouse. Her pretty breasts hung pertly from her slimness, and her nipples stuck out. I felt sure that Debbie had had something to do with that. Debbie's jeans were unbuttoned, but otherwise her clothing was in place. My wife spoke to her after winking at me. "Don't be shy, Deb. My little sissy isn't shocked." Slowly, Debbie lifted her head. Her hair was mussed, and her face was flushed. She had a shy smile but seemed uncertain about the whole situation. My naked wife pulled one bare foot up on the edge of the couch and told Debbie, "Hey, get relaxed, Debs. Kick you shoes off." She looked at me, "You want her to take her shoes off, don't you sissy?" "Oh, YES, Mistress!" My sincerity was obvious, but I wasn't sure Debbie understood why. "Perhaps you should show her why you like girls not to wear shoes, hmmmmmmm?" "Yes, Mistress." I was trembling with ignorance. I wanted Debbie to watch! Heather crooked her finger at me and then pointed at her lovely bare foot. I crawled forward. "Beg, little slut!" came the command as Debbie watched wide-eyed. --to be continued-- Yes, Mommy Ch. 03 Here is the third installment of a story of loving spouses, the husband a sissy submissive to his Mistress/Mommy. She has invited over a girlfriend to witness and perhaps participate in his humiliation and degradation. At the end of Part II, the women were on the couch and the little sissy was on the floor. He obeys his wife's command to beg. * "Oh, please, Mistress, may I kiss your pretty feet. Please!" "Oh, I don't know," my wife replied, winking at the enthralled Debbie. "Only kiss them?" "No! No!" I quickly replied. "I want to worship your beautiful feet. I want to lick your instep and the bottoms of your feet and suck your pretty toes, Lady! I want to lick between your toes and suck your heels. Please let me be your little sissy foot slave!" I noticed that Debbie, still sexually excited, had gotten a bit of a sneer on her cute face as she listened to my begging for Heather's feet. Heather obviously had noticed, too, and she asked, "So, Deb, what do you think of this silly little sissy?" "Gee, he's kinda pathetic," the blond girl said with the sneer now in her voice. "I mean wanting to lick your feet, y'know?" "Oh, he's even more pathetic than that, Deb," my wife said with a chuckle. Then turning to me she asked sharply, "What's the most pathetic thing about you, sissy boy?" I hung my head, knowing what she wanted me to say, to confess. Her palm lashed against my face, and she took my chin in her hand and forced me to look at her. Her words were low, distinct, and absolutely commanding. "You will look my friend directly in her eyes and tell her exactly what is most pathetic about you, little man." The last two words were emphasized, confirming beyond doubt what I had to tell Debbie. With tears of embarrassment and humiliation (and a stiff errection in my panties), I looked into Debbie's pretty green eyes, which were both puzzled and eager. "I'm not much of a man, Miss Debbie." Some tears ran down my cheeks. "My sissy cock is so little it never can please Mistress Heather or any real woman." Both women laughed at me. Heather instructed me to take my panty/diaper off so Debbie could see my "pathetic little dick." I of course obeyed and soon was nude in front of both women. "Spread those legs, little boy," Heather ordered sharply. Show us what you have there!" With both pretty women looking down on me from the couch, I spread my legs. My face was blazing red, but my sissy cock was hard as a rock. When errect, I was about 5 inches, and it was part of our game for me to be shamed for its not being larger. "Hey, Deb, do you need a magnifying glass?" Mistress asked. Can you imagine even feeling something as pitiful as that if it were in you?" I looked up and saw Debbie grinning. She giggled as she answered, "Of course not! What a nickle dick! You're not a man; you're a sissy little boy!" Debbie reached out her foot and poked me, and I responded to their laughter and derision. "I know I'm not a real man, Miss Debbie, and that I could never satisfy Mistress or a real woman with my little sissy cock. Thank you for reminding me of how little and pathetic it is and what a silly sissy I am." Both women laughed out loud as I humiliated myself, and I think I could have come with just a touch from either of their bare feet. When my wife was able to stop laughing at me, she turned to her friend. "Deb, would you like little dick here to kiss and lick your feet?" "Ummmmmmmmm, yeah, I think I would," came the answer. "Why don't you kick off those sandals and lose the jeans, too," my wife suggested. Soon Debbie was clothed only in a pair of white bikini panties. Her feet were lovely, and I bent forward. First, I planted kisses on her instep and the top of her foot and toes. She flexed her toes open a couple of times, and, again, I was so excited it would have taken very little for me to cum. Of course, I knew only Mistress could give me permission to cum. "So lovely, so pretty," I murmured as I prepared to lick Debbie's feet. I heard her make soft noises of excitement above me. I licked the instep on both feet and then lay down and lifted her feet above my face. I began to lap the length of each foot. Circling her heels with my tongue, I sucked on them and her delicate ankles. Knowing my wife was watching made it all so much more exciting. Now I pressed my tongue between the balls of Debbie's feet and the curl of her toes, probing the bottoms of her slim, delicate toes. The girl's voice was clear as she said, "Oh, yes, yes!" I felt Heather nudge the side of my head with her foot and looked upward. Debbie's hand was between her legs, and her fingers were probing her pussy and playing with her clit. Her eyes were tightly shut, and her face betrayed the excitement she was feeling. Heather was caressing Debbie's breasts and gently pinching her nipples. Her eyes met mine, and she began to nuzzle and kiss Debbie's neck and ear while continuing to pay attention to the hard nipples on her breasts. As I rolled onto my belly and began to suck each individual toe, Debbie began a low moan--"Mmmmmmmmmm, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop." My guess was that her plea was directed both to Heather and me. Her voice rose in volume and pitch as I sucked her toes and licked between them. Finally, I felt her foot become rigid, and she screamed as she orgasmed. I continued to lick and suck, and she had a second and third cum before finally withdrawing her foot. I looked up and saw her with her head thrown back on the couch, her legs spread, with pussy juice on her thighs and a thin sheen of sweat covering her tight, slim body. My wife looked into my eyes, and I knew she was very pleased with me. I smiled my joy at her as she folded the pretty blond into her arms. (to be continued as readers wish) Yes, Mommy Ch. 04 What follows is another section of my "Yes, Mommy" saga. Some readers have asked for more, but I haven't added any for a long while since I'm concerned that some may misunderstand from the title and think me a devotee of infantalism due to the diaper and "mommy" references. I'm not, and I'm including a section at the beginning (below) to explain. Heather gestured with her head for me to leave the room, and I did so. A bit later, I heard the front door close, and my wife called to me, "Sweetie, come here." I returned to the living room and found her alone, sitting on the sofa. "Come sit next to me," she smiled, and we shared a tight embrace and a long kiss. "I love you," Heather told me. "I never want you to forget that, Ken." "I know, but it helps to hear it, darling," I answered, looking with joy into her calm gray eyes. She reached out and held me close again. "So did you enjoy Debbie?" she asked with a grin. "It was intense!" I enthusiastically answer, then added, "For you, too, huh?" "Oh, you know how I love Domming you in front of others, slut." "Yeah," I said with a wink, "but I know you had some girl fun with Debbie." "It was only a start, but I've thought about it for a long time," Heather answered. "I knew she was drooling to learn about kink generally, but I wasn't sure if she were bi." "She seemed to be." "Yeah, and we had a nice little girl talk after you left. Thanks, sweetie," Heather told me. "I figured you wanted to talk to her a little alone," I acknowledged. "It was low key, but I think she is going to be a great playmate for both of us." "Ummmmmmm, that's nice, Mommy." I kissed this woman I love so much. "It's obvious you're pleased," Heather laughed, pointing a slim index finger at my again-hard cock. She went on: "Gee, I am so lucky to have a husband like you, and you kinda like having me for your wife, I think." "Heather," I turned serious, "you are the best thing that's ever happened to me. It's like we were made for each other. You know exactly what I need, and you get off giving it to me, and vice versa! I never, ever would want to be married or collared to anyone else." "Me neither." She looked at me with dreamy eyes. Then this lovely, loving, and immensely sexy woman put her hand against my cheek. "You are my guy, but you are also my sweet little boy, and every time you call me 'Mommy,' you give me a chance to show you how much I know just what you need. "Oh, Heather," my heart melted, "I do need you to be the mommy I never had, the always- loving, approving woman protecting me and keeping me safe at those times when I don't feel safe and when I need you to be Mommy." "And I know, lover," she responded, "that when I need you, you're there and that you can be strong for me, but that when I need to feel safe, you'll be my silly, little, sissy slut." We both began to go into our safe place, and it took only a shared glance to know it. "If you weren't such a pitiful little sissy with that pathetic tiny dick of yours, I'd want you to fuck me now." (Of course there were times when we screwed--albeit always with her on top--and my cock always proved sufficient for her to cream.) "But you know you're not man enough, don't you?" You had the look of the Queen about you. "Yes, Lady," I quickly replied. "You are so worthless!" she informed me. "Yes, Miss, I know I am." "Why can't you be a man?" I was wordless. She slapped me. "Tell me what you are!" The joy and excitement were pounding within me. "A pathetic little cockless sissy, Miss. I'm not worth your beauty and power, but I want so much to serve you. Please, can I be your dildo? Please let me be a fill-in until you find a real man." I had gotten down on my knees between her legs, now spread and open, her bare feet resting on the coffee table behind me. She literally was shaking with excitement, and heat and the wonderful smell of her was within inches of my eager lips. "Come for me slut," she hissed. "Play with that clitty of yours, and come on my puss!" Her fingers were pulling at her hard nipples, and she dropped them down to her wet slit, moving back and forth. Looking at her beauty and your power, it took me only a few strokes to shoot, and I directed the come onto her lower belly, thighs, and the sweet lips of her pussy. "Now, little one!"--she was staring into my eyes--clean me, and leave my center for last." She thrust her warm body forward, and put her sweet hands behind my head, drawing me tight against heer. I first lapped up my come from her belly and thighs as she murmured "slut boi, sissy come-eater" but also "such a good boi for Mommy." The combination of humiliating words and those of kindness and love led me to an experience of joy which she gave to me and which bound me to her with ties indissoluable. Yet an additional part of my joy was to hear and taste and feel her come as I lapped and sucked along her slit and against her clit and which ended with her warm, firm, lovely thighs holding me tight to the center of her womanhood as her hands stroked my hair and her voice spoke the words, "my loverloverloverloverlover."