“One...” Michael wheezed as he lowered his upper body to the floor. “Two...three...” With each push up, the blonde hair of his wig pooled on the wooden tiles before being lifted once more to cling to increasing sweaty the face. The new dress the girls had forced him to wear was made of some awful synthetic material that trapped in his body heat and made him gasp with exertion.
“Fucking hell!” Steph snorted. “You even do pushups like a bitch!” She nodded to Michael's nylon clad legs that were planted knee-first on the floor. “No wonder you were never able to satisfy me. A real man would do pushups on his toes.” She watched with curiosity as Michael pushed off his knees and onto his toes. Steph raised an eyebrow. “Did I say you were a real man, sissy?” She grinned as Michael looked back at her, obediently dropped back to his knees. “That's right!” She sneered. “You are my sissy piggy bitch!” She nodded to Sara, who once more swatted his pink pantied ass with a paddle that had been in one of the bags. “And as my sissy piggy bitch, you are going to count your pushups like a sissy piggy! I want you to snort, piggy! You're a stupid birthday piggy and I want you to snort all the way to ten!”
“One...” Michael started again, but his efforts were met with a ferocious glare from Steph and she signalled for Sara to smack his ass once more. The next time he lowered himself to the ground he did so with a quiet grunt and checked back over his shoulder to where Steph watched on unimpressed with her arms folded. For the second pushup he added a little snort and for the third and fourth he embellished a little squeal. He felt absurd and the heat in his body was starting to rise again.
“Predictably pathetic...” Steph sighed. “I suppose I should have expected as much. Sara, pass me that bag!” She demanded of her sister and upon receiving the small pink package, she withdrew what looked like a rubber ball with a strap on each side. “I have had enough of listening to you. Fortunately, I have this!” She strode towards Michael with the gag held out before her and placed it in front of his face. He tried to turn away but Sara immediately began to strike his butt with the paddle. His painted lips parted in pain and Steph took the opportunity to insert the ball. With a strap in each hand, she pulled them hard around the back of his head until Michael felt like his eyes would pop out. His mouth was being forced wide open by the rubber ball inside in and he had to concentrate to breathe through his nose. At last Steph fastened the gag. “Now let's try this again...in silence! To ten, my sissy piggy bitch!”
Again, Michael lowered himself to the wooden floor, his arms growing sore and saliva drooling from the black rubber ball in his mouth. As he came back up, Sara once more smacked him hard across the ass. He looked back over his shoulder again and saw that Steph had returned to her original position to watch – a cruel grin cracking her face. She was enjoying every second, and so Michael knew in spite of everything, he needed to keep going...
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