![]() ![]() As if by magic, the garage door opened for us, and we pulled inside. My face was hot and flushed the entire ride.Īfter what seemed an eternity, we pulled up to Myrna's spacious suburban home. Jill reminded me to sit up straight and not pay any mind to the other cars. ![]() I was sure every driver that passed alongside us was took a double-take at the fluffy, ultra-feminine "girl" in the back seat of our car. Jill snuggled up close to him, giggling and reminding him how romantic their two weeks together would be.Īll the while I thought of what was in store for me: two long weeks at the mercy of my bitchy, castrating mother-in-law, who never liked me to begin with, and who had been waiting a long, long time to get me in just such a situation. Tyrone made sure to give the toll collector a large bill to change, giving the woman plenty of time to see me sitting in the back seat in my humiliating outfit.Īs we drove along in the frosty darkness of this mid-winter morning, Jill and Tyrone discussed the several tropical islands they would visit. I thought I would die when we drove through the toll booths of the George Washington Bridge. Jill had me locked in my chastity device for the past four months, and her mother Myrna planned on seeing to it that I would remain in my state of total sexual frustration until they got back. Jill and Tyrone were going on a two-week Caribbean cruise, while I was to stay with my mother-in-law and be her live-in sissy-maid. I sat nervously in the plush leather back seat of Tyrone's Cadillac as my wife and her big, muscular black lover got in and we drove away. My entire body was completely depilated, and I wore lots of brightly colored makeup, including bright red lips, blue eye shadow, black eyeliner and long false lashes. Now it was a bright copper-red, short and tightly curled in a style reminiscent of the 1950s. My hair had been freshly permed and colored the night before. White knee-socks and shiny black patent pumps with 5-inch heels completed my sissy outfit. My ruffly white satin hi-cut sissy panties concealed the fact that I was severely tucked - my balls pushed way up inside my body and my sissy clit pulled back tightly between my legs - held firmly in place by a white satin gaff. My travelling outfit was a skimpy white baby-doll nightie with fluffy marabou trim all around the hem. I was ordered to sit in the back seat for the long ride to her mother's house in Long Island. It was 6:00 in the morning as Jill put my suitcase in the trunk, along with hers and Tyrone's. ![]() Two Weeks with Mother-in-Law Two Weeks with Mother-in-Law Fiction Submitted by: Anonymous ![]()
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