The Satin Sock (Part 1)

As soon as Claire stepped into the dorm room, the girls knew something wasn’t right.

“What’s wrong??” Kim asked as Kendall rushed to greet her.

The emotions Claire had bottled up on the drive back started spilling out. “Brad and I got in a really big fight…” she said through saturated eyes, her voice was breaking and quivering.

The girls immediately snapped into that mode women get into when one of them is distraught. Kylie grabbed a bottle of wine, Kim grabbed some tissues, and Kendall got the ice cream. They led Claire over to the couch like she were a hurt puppy, covering her in a blanket and sitting down around her.

“Tell us everything!” Kylie said, handing Claire a glass of Pinot.

Claire took a long pull, almost draining the entire glass in one go. She sighed, sniffled, and began.

“It’s that Rachel girl again,” Claire said, lip quivering, “I went over to his apartment because I wanted to surprise him with dinner, but when I walked in, he and her were on the couch a little…too close for my comfort.”

The girls all gasped exaggeratedly, pouring their own glasses of wine. They wanted to say more, but they let her speak.

“I dunno, maybe I'm just being paranoid, but it just makes me too…uncomfortable.” Claire fought back tears and took another sip, “Brad says I'm acting crazy. Says I should just trust him. That i’m being a b-bitch…”

She dabbed her eyes with a tissue, mascara running.

The girls all put an affectionate hand on her shoulder, wiping away their own empathetic tears.

“Girl you are not acting crazy!” Kim said.

“You have every right to feel the way you do!” Kylie chimed in.

“And if he can’t see that it makes you uncomfortable, and has the audacity to call you names like that, you need to leave him!” Kendall declared, emphasizing her point with a pounding fist on the arm of the couch. There was a chorus of agreement from the other girls.

“Do you think he’s cheating on you?” Kylie asked, voicing what they were all thinking.

Claire really started crying at that, the girls handed her more tissues and topped off her wine. “I…I want to believe that he’s not…” Claire said through tears, “But I just have this…this feeling in my gut, you know? Like some sort of...instinct that tells me something’s not right. That she’s more than just a friend…”

The girls nodded knowingly. They’d all experienced something similar before.

“Girl you need to forget about him!” Kendall called.

“Yea! Screw him!” Kylie agreed.

“We should go out tonight,” Kim decided, “Have a girls’ night! Something to take your mind off!”

Claire had to admit that did sound good. She didn’t get out much, she much preferred to stay home with a good book or show to binge on Netflix. Once Brad came along, she spent most of her weekends with him, watching him play Call of Duty while the girls went out. The stress and insecurities she’d been bottling up had taken a toll on her this past week. And that was just with Brad, she had an entire college course load weighing on her too. She owed it to herself to blow off a little steam.

“Where do you want to go?” she asked.

“I think we should go to the Satin Sock!” Kim said with a smile, and the other girls instantly agreed.

“What’s the Satin Sock?”

******

“The Satin Sock is where women take their husbands or boyfriends when they’ve been naughty and need some humiliation that’s a little more…public.” Samantha told her husband, one hand on the steering wheel, the other reaching back to the straps of the oversized car seat to make sure it was secured tightly.

Her husband, Simon, was kicking his legs in protest, “But I don’t want people to see me like this!!” He whined, trying to tug his undersized shirt down to cover the large adult diaper cinched between his legs.

“Well that’s just too fucking bad!! I told you you’d be punished if I caught you using my vibrator to get your wittle nubby off again! You’ve already broken two of them, and what happens? I catch you with one AGAIN!” Samantha yelled, seething, “I bet you thought I would just spank you, didn’t you? Hmm? You wanted a little spanking? But I know you’d like that! I need something that will actually punish you. I know how embarrassed you are of your little diapy fetish, so we’ll see how much you like a whole BUNCH of people seeing you prance around in your wittle pampurrs!!”

“Please no!!” Simon cried, “I just needed a little relief!! It’s been almost three weeks since you last unlocked me!!”

“Well you’ll be in that cage for 3 more MONTHS if you don’t act right tonight!” Samantha roared, “The only way you’re getting unlocked is if you do exactly as I say, and you make me at least $300 tonight! Now put your paci in your mouth until you can calm down!”

Simon put the pecker-shaped pacifier in his mouth to keep himself from getting in more trouble. But he couldn’t help thinking: “$300?? Am I going to be making money? What the hell kind of place is this??”

******

“Think of it like a strip club,” Kim explained, putting the finishing touches on her make-up, “But instead of trashy female strippers, it’s trashy husbands that are forced to dress like sissies and dance for our entertainment!”

Claire choked  a bit on the hairspray Kylie was dousing her with. “Entertainment? That doesn’t sound entertaining at all…” she scoffed, “I prefer to see men dressed like men.”

“Oh trust me honey, I was the same way.” Kendall said, dabbing some gloss on her lips and pursing them in the mirror, “But wait until you see them! It’s just the BEST!”

“I just don’t get it…what’s so fun about seeing men being feminized?”

“Because some of their egos deserve to be dropped down a peg or two, and some can’t help but get turned on by it. Others have been secretly crossdressing their whole life and are just happy to be accepted and verified. It’s pretty empowering. Plus, you’re telling me when you and Brad have a big fight, you wouldn’t want to see him embarrass himself by dancing around in a tutu?”

“I know I would!” Kim said, checking her butt in the mirror. “Next time Chad forgets our anniversary, he’ll be dancing on that stage in a corset every night until the next one!”

Claire shrugged and gave a smirk at the thought. “I guess you’re right. It still seems a little weird though…”

“Ohhh lighten up, Claire!!” Kylie said exasperatedly, “Just try to go in with an open mind and have fun! At the very least it will keep your mind off Brad!”

Claire smiled, they were right. Maybe it was just the wine, but she was starting to feel better already. “So where is this place anyway?”

******

“It’s not too much further, only a couple blocks away.” Samantha said.

“But my diaper is all wet and soggyy!!” Simon groaned. He already didn’t want to show up to wherever this place was in a diaper, he really didn’t want it to be yellow and wrinkly when he got there.

Samantha scoffed, “Oh please, I don’t even smell poo poo’s! You can wait.” She stopped at the red light. A bunch of college girls took the opportunity to cross. “Unless…you’d like me to pull over and ask those nice ladies to help me change your diaper.”

She watched his face change through the rearview mirror.

“No!” he said, louder than he meant to. “No…that’s okay. I can wait, Mommy.”

“That’s what I thought,” Samantha smirked. She drove a bit further down the street of busy bars. She passed a couple other clubs, Holes on Poles  was a similar idea as The Satin Sock, but Sam felt it was a little too run down for her taste.

Finally, she saw the giant, flashing, neon arrow.

******

“There it is!” Kim shouted, heels clanking on the concrete as the girls strutted down the sidewalk. They passed a crowd of people hopping from bar to bar. Claire pushed herself through areas that had stagnated with long lines or just general congregations.

She didn’t know what caught her eye, but when she looked across the street she saw her boyfriend Brad. He was smiling and walking like nothing had happened between them just hours before. He couldn’t see her, but she hadn’t seen him look that happy in a while.

Then Claire got a glimpse of his other arm. It was wrapped around none other than that Rachel girl. He pulled her close, leaning over and planting a kiss on her forehead. They both stopped, wrapped their arms around each other, and locked themselves into a long, passionate kiss.

Claire’s stomach liquified.

She didn’t cry, she didn’t vomit, even though she felt like she should do both. She just stopped moving.

The other girls, seeing Claire look dumbfounded, immediately stopped.

“Oh my god! What’s wrong?” Kendall asked.

“Are you okay?” Kylie beckoned.

Claire didn’t say anything. She was in shock. “I’m fine,” she finally said, shocked at her own words coming out, “Let’s go get wasted!”

The girls all cheered. ‘Woo-wooing’ loudly as they started moving down the street again.

“What’s Bottom Feeders?” Kendall asked.

“Another sissy showroom” Kim replied, “But much more trashy. Come on, we’re almost there!”

They strolled beneath the neon sign. There was a very large, burly, white man guarding the door at the front. His arms were crossed. The girls exchanged looks in a way that said oh my god he is hawwt! But they played it cool as they came up to him.

“I.D. Please.” the white man said.

******

“I.D. Please.” the black man said. He was a very large, burly man guarding the door at the back entrance.

Samantha sifted through her purse, pulling out both their driver’s licenses.

The man looked at the cards, then gave them back to her. He looked Simon up and down, scoffing. Simon clenched his legs, trying to keep his soggy diaper from drooping further than it already was.

“Are you here to watch or perform?” he asked.

“Perform,” Samantha giggled, as if it wasn’t obvious.

The Bouncer nodded, checking his clipboard. “Name?”

Simon stood silent. Samantha nudged him. “Uhhh, Simon.”

“Simon?” the Bouncer scoffed, “The fuck kind of name is ‘Simon’?! Na, fuck that. You ‘Candi’ tonight!’

Samantha snorted. The bouncer opened up the back door and let them inside. It was dark backstage, the dull thrum of bass coming from the music. It smelled stale and smokey. There were racks of clothes everywhere, people with headsets scrambling as others sifted through the rack of clothes.

“Green room is back there!” one of them shouted. Seeing Simon and Samantha looking lost. They followed the dark rampway until they got to the door.

Simon’s eyes were assaulted by bright, fluorescent lights. There were several sets of vanities lining each side, wIth various people sitting in front of them.

One was an obvious Drag Queen, she radiated confidence and charisma, powdering her nose and applying the finishing touches to her already flawless makeup.

Others were not so self-assured.

One man was crying as his wife plucked his eyebrows. “Ow! I don’t want to go out there–ow!! Please!!”

“Too bad!” his wife retorted, “You should have thought about that before you started stealing my panties to make them crunchy with your JIZZ!”

His tears were making his mascara run as Simon squished by him. He could see people’s eyes looking at his diaper through their mirrors.

Samantha smiled as she led him through by the hand.

When she got to a vacant vanity, she stopped and turned around. “Lay down on the floor.”

Simon eyed the empty chair, then down at the filthy floor. He didn’t dare think about what it might be covered with. “Why the flo–”

“We’re going to change your diaper first.” Samantha said simply. Pulling her bag off her shoulder.

Simon glanced around, some people had stopped applying their makeup (or their husband’s makeup) to watch. Simon shifted on his feet.

Samantha leaned in and gritted her teeth. “You will get down on the floor right now and do exactly as I say, otherwise I’ll go tell that Bouncer that you want to see him in the VIP room!”

Simon gulped, relaxing his quivering legs and plopping onto the floor.

Samantha layed a changing pad down for her to kneel on, plopping the diaper bag down. Her face changed as she morphed into Mommy-mode.

“Okay, mister! That’s quite the pissy pamper, isn’t it?” she said, louder than she needed to.

Simon cringed, but waited for her to get to it. She didn’t. Just knelt there, waiting expectantly for him to answer.

“Yes Mommy…” Simon finally said, “I went pee pee in my diapy lots…”

He knew from past experiences that she wouldn’t be satisfied unless he used his baby talk, so he decided it was best to humor her and get it over with.

“You sure did!!” she giggled, reaching into the bag. She pulled about a large baby bottle full of milk. “Here’s your ba ba!” she said, handing it to him. “I want you to finish all your milkies by the time I'm done changing you, otherwise we’re gonna have Mr. Bouncer give you some of his milkies!!”

He knew what that meant. The several nights she had him suck her strap-on she reminded him that a real dick full of milk was in his future. But he didn’t want it to be today.

He picked the bottle up and brought the rubber nipple to his mouth. It was a lot of milk, he would have to chug consistently to finish it in time, and luckily he had an early dinner so he wouldn’t be too full. The bottle whistled as he started suckling the sweet, tangy milk.

Samantha started grabbing the tapes and pulling them off one by one. There were several sissies and wives watching him now. His caged cock was on full display when she pulled his diaper open. Some of them nodded knowingly, other wives whispered that’s what’s in it for you if you don’t behave.

“Awww!! Is somewon excited for tonight??” Samantha teased, tapping the front of his cage and pulling up ropes of sticky precum, “Or do you really want to go meet Mr. Bouncer??”

Simon started chugging harder at that. The milk tasted funny this time, but probably nothing compared to what a full load of jizz would taste like. He lifted his hips so Samantha could roll the wet diaper up and tape it into a bulky bundle.

“I think somewon is gonna wear the pink diapurrs today!!” she declared, pulling out a pair of Pink Princess Rearz.

Simon started wriggling. As much as he didn’t want to be seen in a diaper in front of everyone, he certainly didn’t want to be seen wearing a pink one. He couldn’t argue, he had to keep drinking, but he certainly expressed his displeasure by fussing and flailing.

“You will hold still right now!” Samantha snapped. Switching from gentle to very stern Mommy in a flash. Simon immediately ceased his little tantrum. He was still trembling though, afraid that he’d gotten himself in more trouble. “That’s better, now take that bottle out of your mouth, raise your hips, and beg me to wear Princess Pampers 10 times!”

Simon groaned as he pulled the bottle from his mouth, he was barely even half way through it. Now he had to waste time pretending he wanted to wear pink diapers.

“Please let me wear Pwincess Pampurrs, Mommy!” he whimpered, glancing at the giggles coming from beside him.

She didn’t wait for him to finish the 10. Just started sliding the diaper underneath him, and pushing his hips down onto it before he got through the 6th one.

By the time he said it 10 times, she was already pulling out the powder. He put the bottle back in his mouth and started suckling as hard and fast as he could. He had a lot of ground to make up.

Luckily she seemed to be using a lot of powder. Like…a LOT of powder. She just kept shaking the bottle like she was determined to leave inches of snow on his genitals and every area around them. After using almost half the bottle, she finally grabbed the front of the diaper and started pulling it up.

Simon was getting full, but he only had a few ounces of milk remaining. He wanted to stop and burp, but there was no time. She was on the 2nd tape, then the 3rd…

He started shaking the bottle up and down to make the milk flow faster. Like he was double fisting a giant cock and milking it for all it was worth. Finally the air inside the bottle pffft as the last remaining drops entered his lips.

He was so full he couldn’t swallow all the milk, some ended up dribbling down the sides of his mouth.

“Awww!! Good job, baby!!” Samantha cooed. “You finished your ba ba!!”

She patted him on the diaper and a fluffy cloud of powder exploded out the sides.

“Come on! Let’s get you up and in one of these chairs so we can do your make-up!” she grabbed his hands and hoisted him forward. The diaper felt bulkier than usually between his legs, or maybe it was just his paranoia. “Why don’t you sit in this chair?” she asked, pointing to the vanity next to a man who wasn’t being attended to by a wife or girlfriend at all. He seemed to be there on his own accord, and looked happier than ever to be applying his own blush and eyeliner.

Simon’s eyes narrowed under the bright vanity lights. He looked at himself in the mirror. Balding hair, baby face on account of never being able to grow facial hair, and a ridiculous t-shirt over an even more ridiculous diaper.

“Yes…” Samantha said, she looked over the various cosmetics littering the desk, “this should do.”

******

“This should do!” Kim said excitedly, finding a set of seats close to the stage. Thanks to the cute bouncer letting them in, they were able to bypass most of the line, and therefore get front row seating.

Claire sat down on one of the leather loungers, trying not to think of the filth it was probably covered with.

“Can I get you anything, dear?” a cocktail waitress asked. She was wearing very skimpy clothing, her top hardly covered her cleavage, despite having very little cleavage at all. And her skirt didn’t cover her–

“Oh…” Claire noticed the very prominent bulge coming from beneath the waitress’ pencil skirt. She stuttered and fumbled for a bit, but the waitress just smiled patiently. “I’ll have a uh…Long Island.” Claire croaked, “Double Long Island, please.”

The cocktail waitress took the other girl’s orders, “And a round of shots!!” Kendall cheered, followed by ‘whoo whoo’s’ from everyone other than Claire.

“Cheer up!” Kylie said next to her. Nudging her elbow into her shoulder. “Forget about Brad and everything else! Just try to enjoy yourself!”

Claire shrugged and smirked a sort of half smile to appease her. She figured she would just fake it ‘til she made it home that night. The first round of shots went down like medicine, but the next one–and the Long Island–started loosening her nerves.

There were all sorts of people showing up now. Everyone from creepy dudes, to older women, to other sissies started filling out the seats. Eventually there weren’t any seats left and people had to crowd around like a concert to a sold out show..

“A little slow tonight,” Kim observed, sipping her cosmo.

“I’m sure more will show up later!” Kendall shouted over the noise of the club.

Then the lights went down, the music ceased, and a voice came over the speakers.

“Laaadiesss and Gentlemann!! Welcome, to the Satin Sock!!”

The crowd roared with applause, hoots, and hollers. Claire didn’t know what she was cheering for, but she joined in anyway. Her head already feeling light from the alcohol.

“Our first dancer tonight was—reportedly–a real ‘asshole’ last night to his wife of 11 years…”

“Boooooo!” went the crowd, Kim, Kendall, and Kylie cupping their mouths to be the loudest of all, then laughing at their own hilarity.

“Apparently he has been neglecting his chores, leaving his stuff everywhere, and making HER clean up after him!”

Another round of Boo’s, even louder this time.

“His wife says he needs to bring home $100 tonight to pay for the ‘Maid Services’ she’s been offering. Watta you say ladies and gentleman? Can we help her out?!”

The crowd roared with cheers and applause.

“For his 3rd time on this stage, please welcome: Daisy!!!”

The crowd cheered again as the lights went up and the curtains opened. The violins of Shania Twain’s song “Man, I Feel Like a Woman” came on.

A slouching, skittish looking man fumbled forward. He was wearing a silky pink wrap-around bikini that tied together at the front of his “cleavage”. His face was elaborately made up, and his wig was an auburn brown. But what Claire found most impressive was the large, platform heels he was stumbling around the stage on.

He was hesitant at first. But the cheers from the crowd and the flashing of dollar bills got his hips moving.

“Shake that ass, sissy!” A girl next to the stage called over the music. She waved two $1 bills tauntingly. The sissy stumbled toward her like a moth to a flame.

It wasn’t until he bounced his bubbly butt the way she wanted that she tossed one of the bills to him.

Other girls and guys started joining in. Calling out orders for the humiliated sissy to perform in order to earn their tips.

“Slide down the pole!”

“Jiggle your tits!”

“Smack that ass for me!”

The sissy followed as many instructions as he could. Swaying and swirling to the beat with very little rhythm. It was obvious he wasn’t a dancer, and his flushed face indicated he was not having fun at all. But it didn’t matter, he was desperate for those bills like something depended on it.

“Come on!” Kim called, fanning out a stack of 1’s. “Let’s get closer.”

Kendall and Kylie jumped out of their seats, whoo whooing and waving the cash around. Claire was a little more reluctant, but got up all the same.

The sissy, seeing the opportunity for the cash in Kim’s hand, sashayed over. She pulled it back as he got close. “Show me your titties!” She called, like a dirty pervert would at a real Strip Club.

The sissy’s bottom lip quivered as he fumbled with the bow holding his stuffed top together. He finally got it free and opened them up so that the false, jelly boobs plopped down onto the stage.

“Oh my god! He’s wearing pasties!!” Kylie giggled, pointing to the pink stars pasted across the sissy’s nipples.

Even Claire was intrigued by the man in pink. It wasn’t sexy in the least bit, but no one could deny it was entertaining, even if she did feel a little bad for the guy…

“Put some in his g-string!!” Kendall shouted over the music, handing Claire some 1’s. She waved the rest of her stack like she were fanning her face, using her other hand to do a twirling motion with her finger.

“Turn around, loser!” She called, “Let’s see you twerk!!”

The sissy fumbled around on his high heels, catching himself on the pole to keep from falling over. He scrunched up his face, unsure of himself as he bent over awkwardly, and started jiggling his hips.

It was a pitiful display. Like a peacock without any feathers. But the girls cheered nonetheless. Kendall grabbed the string of his thong and slipped a 1 inside along the hip. She nudged Claire to do the same.

Claire was much more hesitant. Using the very tips of her fingers to grab the string with trepidation. But since he was moving, she accidentally pulled further than expected. She got a glimpse of a pink jewel nestled between the sissy’s buttcheeks. It was a buttplug. No wonder the sissy had been walking so awkwardly, it wasn’t just the heels!

The sissy turned and thanked her, continuing to ‘dance’ and back up against the pole, going up and down like a bear trying to scratch its behind.

“Pan-tees! Pan-tees! Pan-tees!” The crowd started shouting in unison.

Claire didn’t think the sissy’s face could turn any deeper of a red until he started pulling the strings of his thong. He slowly lowered them, trembling in embarrassment until his dick popped out the front.

But it wasn’t like any dick Claire had ever seen. It was tucked inside a pink cage thing with a matching bow tied above it. The crowd roared with laughter and applause.

The music stopped abruptly. A record scratch that left the sissy standing stock still. With no more tunes to drown out the noise, it made the jeers and jibes that much louder. The sissy scrambled to grab the cash that littered the stage. Gathering them into his arms like a pile of leaves and fumbling to the back of the stage in nothing but a caged cock and a sparkly plug.

******

“See? That wasn’t so bad now was it?” Samantha said, putting the mascara brush back into the bottle with a click.

Simon could hardly recognize himself in the mirror. The various amounts of foundation, powder, blush and what seemed like dozens of other things she’d applied made him look like a prostitute ready to work the corner.

Simon had a sick feeling in his stomach. He didn’t know if it was the nerves, or the bottle that wasn’t quite settling with him.

“Please don’t make me go out like this!!” He pleaded pathetically.

Samantha just giggled wickedly, standing next to 3 mannequin heads with various wigs. “Do you want to be a blonde, brunette, or redhead tonight?”

Simon didn’t even look as he hung his head. “Blonde…”

Samantha laughed, taking it off the fake head and putting it onto his. “Cheer up, sweetie! They say blondes have more fun!”

“Don’t you think this is too much?” Simon whimpered, “I look ridiculous…”

“No, what’s ridiculous is how expensive my vibrator is. I spend $150 to give myself a little pleasure because my husband would rather be in Pampers. You go and break mine because you’re so desperate to get your little rocks off inside your messy diapers, and you think I’M being ridiculous??”

Simon didn’t know what to say. He knew he wasn’t supposed to be playing with her buzzy toy. But he couldn’t help it.

“So you will recoup the money to pay for it and then some. I want you to double it! So if you don’t shake that Pampered ass on that stage like the pathetic little perv you are, you can kiss your clitty’s freedom—and ability to squirt—goodbye!”

She was yelling now, the other sissies getting ready were side-eyeing them. Simon decided to diffuse the situation and calm her down.

“Ok Mommy, I’ll do my best…” he replied meekly.

“That’s what I thought!” She nodded, grabbing him by the hand and dragging him out of the chair. She pulled him over to a rack of outfits and dresses. They were mostly pastel colors of pinks, purples, and yellows. “So…which one do you want to wear on stage?”

******

“Oh my god I LOVE her dress!!” Kylie shouted over the music.

Claire had to agree. The ‘girl’ on stage now didn’t seem like she was forced to be there. She embraced the limelight, striding out confidently with her chin held high, welcoming the cheers and applause as affirmations. She wore a long, sparkly, crimson sequin dress, her arms splayed out with a feather boa. She even had a microphone and was singing the words proudly to “It’s Raining Men”. The crowd cheered and made it rain money as she strode along the stage. She didn’t strip. She didn’t have to. Her perfect pitch and posture stole the show. The crowd was a little disappointed when the song ended, and she left the stage with the biggest haul of the night.

The next one that came out was a little more timid. He was in a schoolgirl outfit, covering his skirt like he was Marilyn Monroe trying to keep it from blowing up and exposing himself. His face was flushed, and he bit his bottom lip. The lady next to Claire–who had been sitting looking bored the whole time–leaned forward.  The sissy caught her eye and instantly straightened up, looking frightened. His hips started moving, and he awkwardly began dancing to the beat of “Baby One More Time” by Britney Spears.

“Do you know him?” Claire asked the lady. She was a somewhat older woman in her mid 40’s. A stark contrast to the rest of the ladies in the crowd.

“He’s my slave,” the lady said, sitting back, pushing up her black horn-rimmed glasses, and taking a long drag of her cigarette. “I’m just making sure he’s performing as expected.”

Claire didn’t know what to say to that, but the alcohol was making her more talkative and carefree than usual.

“Why do you have him here?” Claire asked, wondering what sort of misbehavior caused this sort of punishment.

The lady laughed like it was the dumbest question she’d ever heard. “To make me money, of course.”

Claire nodded, feeling a bit stupid, but continued anyway, “How do you…find someone that will do this for you?”

The lady smiled again, not in a mocking way this time. She stabbed the end of her burning cigarette into an ashtray, leaning over to Claire like she had a well-kept secret to share. “It’s easier than you think, you just have to know where to look. Lots of sissy boys are desperate to be used and humiliated.”

Claire giggled at the sissy prancing apprehensively on the stage. He cringed and shook like a scared puppy.  “Well he certainly looks humiliated…” Claire said.

“Don’t let him fool you,” the woman chuckled, lighting another cigarette, “He’s loving every second of this.”

As if on command, the sissy removed his skirt. The thong he was wearing was pulled so far out by his throbbing erection that it looked like a slingshot ready to blast off.

Claire looked back at the lady, mouth wide in shock. The woman just winked. “Told you. These little pets will do anything to be put in their proper place.”

When the sissy’s song was over, he looked over at his Mistress for approval, holding his stack of cash. She nodded, smirking, and the sissy smiled wider, scrambling off the stage with his erection still poking out.

Not all of them seemed so happy to be there, though. The next sissy was on his knees when the curtain opened. Arms crossed, shaking his head back and forth, making his wig flap around violently.

The crowd looked on with anticipation, but the sissy continued to sit still, like a stubborn toddler throwing a tantrum. “Uh oh…” the announcer said, “Looks like we have a pouty princess…”

“California Girls” by Katy Perry continued playing, but the sissy remained stockstill.

The crowd’s impatience soon turned into boo’s. But the sissy continued to shake his head and pout.

Not to have an act that didn’t entertain, two of the club’s Bouncers showed up on the side of the stage. They grabbed the sissy by the arms and drug him to the center stage. As the sissy kicked and squirmed, a set of cables lowered from the ceiling. The cables had straps attached to the ends, which they looped around the sissy’s floundering wrists and ankles.

The Bouncers smiled as they stepped off the stage. The sissy tried to go back to crossing his arms, but the cables restricted him. Instead, they tightened up quickly, forcing his hands over his head.

“Guess we’ll have to make him dance ourselves…”

The strings started tightening and slacking. Like a marionette controlling a puppet. The crowd cheered again as the sissy’s arms flailed about against his will. Someone was at the controls, moving him around with almost expert precision. The sissy was whimpering and pouting still, but her efforts were futile. She was at the whims of the cables.

The crowd watched her flop around with jeers and cheers until the song finally ended. The bouncers helped rip the bonds off from her wrists and ankles, then stripped her of her clothes for good measure. Tossing the sissy’s bikini to a group of girls fighting over it like a bouquet in a wedding.

“I need to pee,” Kim said to the girls, “Do you need to use the restroom?”

******

“Do you need to go potty?” Samantha asked Simon. He kept tugging on his pink, ruffly dress, trying in vain to cover his crinkly diaper underneath.

“Na uh..” he said, shaking his head, trying to sound manly but sounding babyish instead. His stomach was grumbling, but he hoped it would pass.

They were backstage. The next ones up, peering through the curtain.

“You notice how the ones who dance well get a lot more money?” She asked. They had been watching the last few sissies go. Some coming back with bigger armfuls than others. The last sissy on strings didn’t earn a single dollar. “You’re up next, better pop that pampered patootie if you want out of your cage!”

Simon nodded, shrinking up.

“Do you want your paci?” Samantha asked.

“No.” Simon said, not wanting anything else to add to his embarrassment. But Samantha just shrugged, smirking as she clipped the penis pacifier to one of the ruffles on his dress so it dangled in front of him.

Samantha did a once over of her husband. Fixing Simon’s dress, wig, bib, everything.

“Next up is a very special sissy. He wears something a little…different between his legs.”

“OoohoooOOOHHHhohh!!” wooed the crowd.

“This one was caught playing with his wife’s vibrator again.”

A mixture of laughs and  jeers came from the crowd. Simon’s cheeks burned red.

“His wife says he has to make enough to buy her a new one, AND THEN SOME!”

Roars of approval.

“Give it up forrrr: CANDI!!”

“You’re up!” Samantha smiled. Smacking him on his padded bum. “Have fun!”

To Be Continued 

(In Two Weeks!)