A Change in their Marriage Part 4 - Humiliating Her Sissy Hubby

Part 4 of my sissy sister Nancy has our poor panty-addicted Jim sweating it out at the restaurant, about to meet his Mother-in-law and her "friend" for the purpose of confessing his nasty secrets.  The friend turns out to be a younger family member - The Mother-in-law's grand daughter and his Wife Carla's niece.

The scene makes for some delicious humiliation at the hands of three generations of female family members.  Can it get any more intense?

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Jim saw his mother-in-law, Audrey, enter the front door of the restaurant. He watched her approach their table. A younger woman trailed a step behind her, Carla’s niece. As usual, Carla’s mother was dressed impeccably. She was wearinga fashionable turquoise suit with a white satin blouse, nylons that matched her blouse, and heels and earrings matched her suit. Not many women dressed like that anymore, certainly not just to go out for lunch. He could smell her perfume before she reached the table. He slid out of the booth to greet her. She gave him a cursory nod and leaned across the table to kiss Carla on the cheek. “Hello, darling. Perhaps it’s been a while since you’ve seen Lindsey. You wanted her to join us?”

Carla’s niece Lindsey, 26, had just returned to the city for a job after years away for college and law school. She was dressed far more casually, with leopard print yoga pants and a loose-fitting ivory top over a black tank. She reached out a hand and smiled as she slid into the booth next to Audrey. “Thanks for inviting me,” she said, “I’m intrigued. Audrey said this was something about managing ‘P’s and Q’s’ in marriage?”

Carla smiled. “Sorry for being so cryptic. I understand you being curious what this is all about.” She turned to Jim who was fumbling with a napkin and avoiding eye contact with the women.“I’ve asked Jim to tell you about an important change in our marriage.”

Jim felt beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He glanced up and saw the two women across the table were staring expectantly. He was sure that by now they’d noticed the lace of his peach camisole under his shirt.

Kelly continued, “Mom, I wanted you to know about it, hear it directly from Jim, about the P’s and Q’s, and I’m hoping that it might help you Lindsey in your new marriage. It’s something I wish I’d understood years ago.”

“Okay…,”Lindsey said, “It sounds quite mysterious.”

Carla laughed. “Mysterious, no. Unusual, maybe, at least until you take the time to think about it and understand.” She gave Jim a playful peck on his cheek.

Lindsey looked perplexed. “I’m sure there’s a lot to learn about marriage. That’s part of what is exciting about it, right? Learning together?”

“Maybe,” Carla said. “Let me just see if I can save you some time. Let me ask you a question first if I may. Would you say that your fiancé would do anything for you?”

“Yes, I think so. In fact, I’m sure he would.”

“Well, you are an extremely attractive woman. Excuse my being so forward, but you’ve been together long enough to know that he is quite sexually attracted to you, right? 

Lindsey blushed, laughed self-consciously. “I guess that’d be fair to say, yes.” 

Carla put her hand on Jim’s thigh under the table. “Okay Jim, you’re on.” 

“I’m supposed to tell you about the ‘power of P,’ and …” Jim stopped looked around, lowered his voice. “Male masturbation, control, and, and…” He looked at Carla with pleading eyes.

“You can do it Jim. Remember what we talked about, your reward for doing a good job?”

Jim drew a breath, looked from Lindsey to Audrey, then back at Lindsey. “And tease and denial.” 

Carla took Jim’s hand and patted it. “Very good, Jim. Now let’s start with the power of the P’s. Tell my mom about the P’s.”

“I hate to be crude, Mrs. Ellingson, but one P is for p,p,pussy. A woman needs to understand how powerful that is, the power she has, that most men, most healthy red-blooded men will do ANYTHING to have access to that special part of a woman, to be able to not only have sex with their wife, but to see it, to smell it, to taste it. Most women give it away too easily – even when their husbands are disrespectful or don’t earn it.” 

Audrey smiled. “Well, I believe that. I sure as heck did. There’s more than one meaning for the letter P?”

Jim’s face was beet red. He couldn’t look at either woman. “The other P is for panties. Most women don’t understand how powerful their panties are. There are two kinds of men – those who enjoy wearing women’s panties and who would do anything to be allowed to wear them. Then there are who love women in pretty lingerie but find the prospect of being required to wear panties themselves, or any kind of feminine underwear, extremely humiliating.” He stopped, took a breath, looked at Carla, who nodded, encouraged him to proceed.“Women who have husbands who are the latter type should require them to wear panties if they are to get any pussy, then use the threat of exposing their panty-wearing to control them.”

 

The Power of Panties

Lindsey laughed. “My fiancé would never wear panties.”

“Oh yes he would,” Carla said, “If you required it, he would. You’d be surprised. Jim is just describing one variation. There are many. Which brings us to the Q. All men have quirks, or specific turn-ons, sometimes called fetishes.”

“I’ve heard that, yes,” Audrey said, “Your father had a thing for my mink coat.”

“Please, Mother.”

Lindsey got a serious look on her face. “I’ve had a feeling that he has some secrets.”

“All men do,” Carla said, “It’s nothing unusual or anything to be ashamed of.” She turned to Jim. “Tell them about your panties, Jim, about your problem with control.”

Jim looked at Carla who nodded and smiled. “I tried to hide it from Carla, but now I know that wasn’t right, and she knew anyway. My Q is panties and I,” The words caught in his throat and tears formed in the corner of his eyes.

“Remember what we talked about Jim. I expect you to tell them. This is for your own good,” Carla said, putting a hand on Jim’s shoulder. “I want you to be honest with women about your little Quirk. This is just practice. Soon we’ll be telling some of my friends.”

Jim took a deep breath and continued. “I couldn’t control myself. I was masturbating, taking Carla’s panties, and doing it. Now that she knows, she has taken control. She lets me wear panties. Now I have my own, and she has stopped me from masturbating. She controls it. Things are so much better this way.”

“Yes, we are both so much happier,” Carla said. She looked at her mother. “Yes, Mother, I know it is shocking, but he was jerking off in my panties. That, of course, has stopped. He does not ejaculate now without my permission.”

“But how do you know?” Audrey asked.

“I simply ask him if he has been a good boy. I can look in his eyes and I know if he is telling me the truth. If he’s beengood, I reward him. If he’s been naughty he is punished. He understands that, accepts that, knows he needs that.

“You punish him?” Lindsey asks, incredulous. “How?”

“Spankings, for one. But I take his panties away, make him wear boxers, which he hates. I withhold orgasms. And remember the power of P? I withhold my P. That hurts him the most.”  

“And tease and denial,” Jim continued, “is how Carla teases me, gets me excited, and then denies my release, so that I am kept in a state of arousal.”

Carla nodded. “Men are powerless when they are aroused. They will do as they are told. Use their quirks to keep them aroused. Use the power of P to keep them aroused and to deny them and you will have the key to harmony and happiness.”

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Deliciously humiliating isn't it?  Have any of you ever experienced humiliation, or the revealing of your sissy secrets, at the hands of family members?  Mothers-in-law? Wife's friends?

I've probably mentioned before that Diane's best friend Linda knows all about me; my chastity, panty wearing, my cuckold status, etc.  The humiliation has waned over time, but it never goes away completely.

Love,

sissy terrie 💓