Umiliati Offesi - Italian Story - The bitchy step-sisters

Umiliati Offesi - Italian Story - The bitchy step-sisters

Amelia and Valerie, my bitchy step-sisters, are obsessed with their skirts. They know I'm obsessed with looking up girls' skirts and love to tease me about it. Today, they want to take it to the next level. They both wear long flowing skirts, pretending I'm not there, and admire each other's skirts and legs underneath, exposing themselves just for me.

Their teasing escalates as they discuss their underwear, lifting their skirts to show each other their panties. They taunt me, saying if I just stick my head under their skirts for a moment and catch a peek, I shouldn't really shrink much. They almost tempt me into it, knowing that my compulsion will make it impossible for me to resist.

I can't help myself; I crawl under Valerie's skirt, wedging my face between her plump buttocks. I breathe in her scent, feeling the fabric against my skin. As I get closer to her panties, I shrink a little more. Eventually, I'm too small to reach her panties, but she doesn't seem to notice or care.

Ammalia then suggests that they stand above me with their skirts spread apart so that I can see what's hidden beneath them. The girls spread their legs wide and wave their skirts back and forth, completely covering me. They giggle and joke about how small I am now.

The game continues until they decide to sit on me, smothering me completely. Ammalia sits on me first, trapping me between her thighs and preventing me from moving. I can feel the warmth of her body and the softness of her skin. She squeezes her legs together, making it impossible for me to breathe or move.

Valerie then joins in, sitting on me as well. Their combined weight makes it impossible for me to escape. The only thing I can do is try to survive under their crushing weight. They sit there, chatting and completely ignoring my existence. It feels like an eternity before they finally stand up and let me catch my breath.

The girls continue to play with me, using their skirts as a makeshift toy. They lift me up and down, putting me on chairs or tables. I'm completely at their mercy, and they know it. They tease me, telling me that I'll be their skirt slave for as long as they want me.