Katie minced into the sunlit kitchen, his frilly pink dress with layers of lace and ribbons swishing around his thighs. The heels clicked sharply on the tile as he carried Sarah's coffee, his painted lips curved in a campy smile. "Darling, your morning brew, served with extra priss," he chirped in his high-pitched voice, curtsying deeply.
Sarah looked up from her tablet, her eyes sharp yet affectionate. "Look at you, my little sissy pansy, all dolled up like a fairy princess. That micro clitty of yours must be twitching under those panties." Katie blushed but beamed. "It deserves every bit of teasing, Mistress. I'm just a weak, effeminate cuckold who needs it."
They bantered over breakfast, Sarah's wit cutting deep. "Remember when I found that tiny thing? I knew then you'd be better as my humiliated sissy than any real man." Katie giggled, adjusting his ribbons. "Oh yes, Sarah, I love how you turned me into this campy joke. Your lovers always get such a laugh out of it."
Tension built as Sarah's phone buzzed. Her lover, Marcus, was arriving soon. Katie's breath quickened, his body already horny at the thought. "Will you let me watch again, please?" he begged with a wink. Sarah smirked. "Only if you serve us in that ridiculous dress, sissy."
Marcus arrived, tall and commanding. Sarah pulled him close, kissing hard while Katie watched, panting. "Strip for us, Katie," she ordered. He obeyed, revealing his smooth, effeminate form and tiny micro penis, already hard yet laughably small. "See this pathetic cock?" Sarah taunted. Marcus laughed. "More like a clit."
Sarah shed her robe, her body glistening. She pushed Marcus onto the couch and straddled him, guiding his thick cock into her wet pussy. Katie knelt nearby, sweating as he watched her ride, her ass bouncing. "That's it, fill my pussy while my sissy cuckold drips," she moaned. Katie's tiny cock twitched, precum dripping as he panted, "Yes, Mistress, I'm so horny for your pleasure."
The sex intensified, Sarah's strong hands gripping Marcus as she came hard, her pussy clenching around him. Marcus thrust deeper, groaning as he filled her. Katie, unable to touch, came in tiny spurts from the humiliation alone, his frilly dress bunched around him. Sarah smiled down. "Good girl, Katie. Clean us up now."
Afterward, as they lounged, Sarah stroked Katie's hair. "You took that well, my pathetic fairy." Katie kissed her hand. "Anything for you, even more degradation."
The evening hinted at deeper games ahead with friends arriving tomorrow.
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