Young Sissy Ch. 03

Master Darius looked at me like I was speaking gibberish, the very idea of not wanting to hurt a sissy was impossible for him to grasp, much less accept. "Did I hear you right? You don't want to hurt her? You want to let her go unpunished? Don't you remember how guilty you felt when you were bad? Don't you remember what a relief punishment was? Are you going to rob her of that?" I looked into Contessa's eyes, and I didn't see guilt anywhere in them. She didn't want to be punished...her whole life was a punishment. I wasn't even sure at that point whether I wanted to be punished anymore, but I did know that right or wrong, I couldn't hurt another sissy.

"Non, I cannot. Pleez forgive me, but I weel not punish her." Darius looked at me like I was a puzzle box made of shit. He couldn't figure me out, but he was too disgusted to want to try. Finally he motioned towards the door, and I wasted no time in scurrying away, grateful to be free from that nightmare...and then I heard the screams...

Chasing me down the halls, faster than I could run, slipping through my fingers when I covered my ears with my dainty hands. Even when I finally made my way to my cot and buried my head under my pillow, I couldn't keep her screams out. Anguished...agonized...and all my fault. If I would have stayed and punished Contessa, it wouldn't have been anywhere that severe, but I was too squeamish. Suddenly I didn't feel so proud for listening to my little voice...and I waited for the screams to stop with tears streaming down my cheeks. I was still waiting when I finally drifted off into a fitful sleep.

I dreamed I was back in the meadow, only as I bounded through it this time, I felt the ground squish beneath my feet. I looked down and to my horror, found that the ground was bleeding and screaming underneath my step. I ran instinctively, but this only made the screaming louder...it seemed like no matter what I did, I was bound to cause suffering and pain wherever I went. I woke up praying that it wasn't prophetic...

Masterday...

I woke up with the hope that my day couldn't possibly be any worse than the last one. And when I got to breakfast, my hopes seemed to be justified as I saw Bambi motioning for me to sit next to her and Sakura. Sakura blushed and turned her eyes down when I squeezed in between them and Bambi couldn't stop giggling, putting her hand high up on my leg and whispering, "Look who's sitting all by her wonesome? Poor widdle Cuntessa, it looks like her Master is dissypointy in her. Tee hee! N' I hear you have sumthin' to do with that." She began playing with my sissy clit as I ate my breakfast, after all the teasing I got yesterday, I was ready to pop. "S'okay, widdle slave, you can cum, we're like besties now, so you can cum with us any time you want." It was music to my ears, I closed my eyes and waited for the crescendo, and suddenly I hit a false note...

"Honorable Bambisan, please to be forgiving my impertinence, but it appears Bellesan is unable to cum. I know my opinion is like an ant before God's, but maybe it's because she no longer thinks of you as a Mistress, but as a friend?" Sakura gave my leg a little squeeze and snuggled up to me. I'd lost two Mistresses for the price of one, but gained two friends. At the time, I wasn't sure if it was a good bargain or not. Sure, they helped me do my dishes after we ate, and we giggled and gossiped about Contessa and the bossy bully sissies, but I also didn't get to cum with them anymore...which was something they couldn't help but giggle about, friends or no...

But I didn't have the time to pontificate, because it was time to perspirate. I didn't want to be late to gym. I'd missed a day, which meant missing a chance to be trained and teased by Dirk. So when I arrived to an empty gym, it was another bittersweet surprise. On one hand, I'd apparently 'graduated' into solo training, on the other I'd miss my insensitive instructor. But his absence only motivated me more. I wanted to prove his trust in me was well founded, so worked harder than I ever had before, twisting into positions I didn't think were possible and flexing my pussy until it was tight enough to thread a needle but elastic enough to fit a baseball bat.

When I heard the bell, I rushed to wardrobe room. Somehow I just new that today was a day for my more traditional, but still ravishingly risque French maid uniform complete with a cute little cap. The black silk, white lace trimmed blouse was cut low enough to see the tops of my aureola and looked like they might pop out if I hiccuped. The skirt was just long enough to cover my ample ass, leaving the white lace beneath to offer a teasing glimpse of my garters attached to black silk stockings trailing to high heels I still couldn't believe I could walk in, much less run towards the foyer. But for some reason I knew I wasn't going upstairs today. Something was telling me today was different. When I reached the foyer, I realized how different...

The other gurls where already hanging up in their cages. I saw a cage for me, lowered to the ground, the door swung open wide with two guards flanking it. One stood by the door, the other by a hoist, waiting for me to get in. I tried to swallow the scream rising in my throat, but a high pitched yelp dribbled out. I hated tight spaces, they still hadn't cured me of that, and this one was almost as tight as me. But I didn't want to look like a coward in front of Isabella, so I stepped into the cage and held my breath as the leather guards closed the door, locked me in and hoisted me back up to put on display. I clutched tightly to the bars and tried to keep my knees bent so that the bottom of the cage didn't bite into my soft cheeks, which only amplified my claustrophobia. I tried to take my mind of my terror, finding just enough breath to whisper, "What's happening?"

Isabella was the first to answer. "The Master is going to pick one of us to spend the night with today. So we're waiting until he comes down here to pick one of us. Don't worry, Belle, he almost always picks me, so you'll have the day off to play with your sissy friends...Isabella looked anxious and ambivalent as if she was torn between wanting to be picked and wishing she didn't want to...

Bambi looked as carefree as usual, twirly her curly cotton-candy-pink hair and occasionally chewing on it absentmindedly, perhaps thinking it really was cotton candy. She didn't seem to be worried whether she would be picked or not, and just kept bobbing her head to whatever Barney song was floating around in there.

Sakura on the other hand looked like she was about to die of fright...well more so than usual. She had her arms between the bars, hugging them tightly as she whispered what sounded like badly translated instructions for installing software...why that was supposed to be calming or sexy or whatever else it was supposed to be besides crazy was beyond my understanding. But what I did understand was the stark terror she felt of her own desire to be picked by the Master and to surrender to her shameful lust.

Lola looked like she'd never been ashamed of anything in her life, and seemed the most at home in a cage. She was completely relaxed, going so far as to stroke her sweet chalupa, teasing a bead of pre-cum out of it as she waited to see if the Master would pick her. Unlike the others, I didn't get a real sense of obedience from her. Sure she did whatever her Master told her to, but not out of love of service. From where I was swinging helplessly in midair, it looked like her only real Master was her libido, and she would be a good little gurl as long as she could serve it as well as her flesh and blood Masters.

Contessa on the other hand looked like she didn't even know what pleasure was anymore. She looked lost, staring into space with the dull expression you find on livestock. I couldn't help but feel responsible. As frightening as it was, I would have given anything to see her hateful lust filled glare through the bars. And I prayed to the devils of Hell to have a little mercy on her and to resurrect my demoness in a graffiti covered skin suit.

Time crawled as we waited for Master Darren, waiting for the chance to crawl to him. I didn't know why I wanted him to pick me so bad...why I needed it. Sure he was handsome as all get out and built like an aged Adonis, and yeah ever since I'd felt him inside me, branding me as his, I'd felt empty without him inside me. But it was more than that. I'd had countless orgasms since then and been fucked by every sissy and man I came across, but he was more than just another man to me at this point, more than a chance to prove I was the perfect sissy or a way to get off. It's like he was source of all my desires, the reason for all of my suffering and struggles, and my only hope for true happiness...and yet I almost thought I hated him...

Finally my inconclusive introspection was interrupted my the unmistakable sound of my Master's footprints. He stood in the doorway, his silhouette more imposing and substantial than any flesh and blood man I'd ever seen, the light from upstairs pouring in as if he were bringing it with him. He took slow, measured steps, each one send shivers down my spine, and from the looks of the other sissies, up theirs as well. It was impossible to be bored, or petulant, or reluctant in his presence. All you could do was want him...and hope he wanted you.

When he got down to the foyer he calmly considered each cage and each sissy within. As he did, I could see each sissy transform, Cunt's face going blank as she went still as a statue, the empty shell for him to pierce, punish, or pleasure however he wanted. Lola, writhing against her bars, the sweat kissing her luscious curves as it dripped in fat beads from her body, so hot you'd think she would melt through the bars like the liquid sex she was. Bambi was like a deer caught in his headlights, doe eyed and innocent a mere girl before this monument of a man, her nervous giggles floating down like bubbles. Sakura, unable to look away from him, her almond eyes fixed right on his as the rest of her body revealed her humble horniness, her pale skin reddening and whimpers escaping from her delicate lips. And Isabella...if only I could have had her look at me at me with those eyes, seething with a hate more powerful than love and with a lust more consuming than hate...I could have killed her for looking at MY Master like that. I realized I must have looked the same, primping and preening desperately, trying to embody the fantasy he had chosen for us, trying to become that illusion made flesh. And when he made a slight nod towards my cage and I felt myself lowering down to him, I could have sworn I was a dream come true...

My Master held his hand out to help me out of my cage and I clasped it tightly, fearing I would fall to the floor as my legs wobbled weakly beneath me. That's when he pulled me in closer and let me lean on him, and I swooned as I buried my face in his chest, secure in the knowledge he had more than enough strength to support me. Still...I wanted to show him I could be strong, otherwise my surrender to him would mean nothing, so I took a deep breath and willed the life back into my legs...each step steadier than the last until I was supporting myself on my stiletto heels, but still walking as closely to my Master as I could. Making my way up the steps was like ascending to Mount Olympus to visit with the gods...and while I no longer consider the Basement my Hades, I did consider my Master's room the Elysian Fields. Every step landed with a sigh, knowing it was one step closer to his bed, one step closer to him...

As before, I was overwhelmed by the power of his room. It was a tableau of black and red...the walls with bold black stripes on a deep red background, all adorned with trophies of his kills...and all deadly predators, all hinting at the violence and domination the man was capable of...the dark finish on the four poster bed and the red silk sheets...the portrait of Master Darren hanging on the bed, looming over me...staring down, his burning eyes following me around the room and seeming to illuminate his features in the inky darkness that surrounded him, as if he was formed by it or had made it his faithful servant. His room was an extension of him, but even as a metaphor, he was more substantial than me, and I cowered before him, knowing only he was strong enough to protect me from him...

He led me to the bed and motioned for me to sit. This whole time I was wondering what he was thinking, if he was pleased with me, or if this was to be a punishment or perhaps another test. I anxiously awaited his word, but when it finally came, I was so on edge that I responded to his booming baritone with a timid yelp, "I must say, Belle, you never cease to amaze me. I thought your first night upstairs must have been a fluke. After all, you were so weak and worthless as a man, I didn't expect you'd have the strength or discipline to be a sissy. But look at you now, almost unrecognizable as the gurl that cowered before me the last time we met. Sure, you're still shaking, still just waiting to offer me everything...only now, for maybe the first time in your life...you actually have something to offer."

I looked up at him...awestruck, my eyes brimming with tears as I took in every backhanded compliment with immense gratitude. At this point even if he actually backhanded me I would have just been proud he wanted to touch me. I managed a feeble, "Thank you, Master." and waited eagerly for my chance to offer him everything.

"You took to training very well, and even sought out additional lessons to improve yourself. You pushed your mind and body to their fullest to defeat a physically stronger opponent. You earned a glowing review from my son, Dirk, to the point that he asked for a second kept sissy as his Christmas present. And you handled yourself professionally in an emotionally charged introduction to the 'hospitality' industry." I felt like I was going to burst with pride at any moment, and if not pride, something a little stickier. "But you have one thing holding you back. One thing keeping you from becoming the perfect sissy." I felt like I'd been hit in the gut...my vision went blurry and the room spun as I tried to think of how I had failed him..."Empathy. A sissy has no room for empathy, mercy, or compassion. You are to obey orders enthusiastically and immediately...and that is all you are supposed to do." He walked over to me, taking my head in his powerful hands, not for the first time I thought of how easily he could snap me like a twig...and how casually. "So the next time someone tells you to punish a sissy...for any reason...what will you say?"

"YES, MASTER!" I cried out in a heart wrenching cry, and felt a piece of my soul fly out with it. I had thought my empathy, my mercy, my compassion had been some of the best values I'd learned on the road to sissydom. I thought that for the first time in my life, I was understanding what it was to be a good person...but if it was a choice of being a good person or being the perfect sissy, then I had to choose like a sissy. My Master seemed to see what a difficult decision it was for me to make, and he seemed to appreciate that I had volunteered another piece of myself. So showing the mercy only a human is capable of, he lifted my lips to his and kissed me...gently but firmly...and he took all the pain away...

He scooped me up into his arms without ever letting his lips slip from mine...my nipples where hard against the material of my blouse, driving me mad with frustrated friction, but I was content that it was his powerful chest they were crushed against. I had never had a man kiss me like this...like a lover...trying to give me as much pleasure as he took. It was all so frighteningly new...I was unsure, but excited...suddenly a virgin in his arms again, exploring new territories of passion and surrender. His lips lingered on mine, one hand nimbly unclasped the buttons of my blouse while another softly ran through my hair. Any moment he could have claimed my mouth as his, thrusting his tongue in and out of my moaning maw...or he could have ripped my blouse open and mauled my breasts with his vice like grip...or he could have gripped a handful of hair and forced my head wherever he wanted it to go. The fact that he could do all of those things and instead showed the restraint of Superman holding an egg, made the experience all the more overwhelming. This was true power...true ownership. He was showing me just how strong he really was, how complete his hold on me was...all by making love to me, pretending I was anything more than a living fuck doll. It was beautiful and cruel and I couldn't tell if I loved him for it, or hated myself for loving him for it...

He poured me onto the bed, finally breaking the kiss and leaving me breathless, panting for more as he calmly undressed at a sadistically leisurely pace. I writhed underneath him, my clit swollen and slick with my pre-cum, begging to be teased more, wanting to know how far he could take me before he let me cum...if he let me cum. My hands found their way to my nipples, playing with them painfully as I twisted them, turning up the temperature on the furnace burning inside me. Master seemed amused by my desperation, but I could see a hint of hunger in his eyes as well. I knew he'd never want me as much as I needed him, but just to know there was something there, no matter how slight, was enough to justify all my trials and tribulations.

When he finally finished undressing, towering over me like a man chiseled from a mountain, it was all I could do not to beg like a selfish little slut. I was ready to cry out...use me, abuse me, hurt me, hate me...just please TOUCH me...but I held on my the skin of my teeth. He seemed slightly impressed by my restraint, rewarding me with a single finger slowly tracing my curves...as single finger that as it made contact with my skin, set it alight and left it burning in its wake. I'd never felt so overwhelmed by such a little thing...he truly had more power in his little finger than I had in my entire body...and thank God for that. I didn't care why a finger could push me to the brink of a throbbing full body explosion, I only wanted more. When he reached my plump pouting lips, I eagerly took him in my mouth and suckled on him trying to nurse the electric eroticism from his finger...and as I felt my pussy get wet and quivering, I thought I had succeeded.

It turns out I was feeling his other fingers lubing up my hungry hole, spreading me like sweet cream to get me ready for his manhood. When I realized what he was doing, I felt tears of joy caress my cheek...tears my Master kissed from my face before letting me taste their salty goodness on his lips and tongue. I wrapped my arms around his neck, running my fingers through his thick, fiery mane...my legs wrapped his back, pulling him closer to me. If I could have emptied myself and tied my skin around him, I would have gladly just to get a little bit closer, to feel him on my skin, to lose myself in him completely. I felt the tip of his cock, thick and hard and against my soft, tight rosebud. I blossomed for him with a cry of ecstasy as I felt him enter me...sliding slowly inside me, kissing my neck and feeling my pulse quicken on his tongue, trailing down to my breasts, taking a nipple in his mouth and making love to it with his tongue, his lips, his hands, his teeth...his hands moved on me like a sculptors, making me putty in his hands and sculpting a work of art, a woman in love...Zeus bedding Hera...making a goddess moan and whimper and bite his shoulder to keep from begging for more...

That was the cruelest cut...he made me feel like a goddess...like a woman...like a human being, and all as a reward for renouncing my humanity, for being a good little sissy, for acting like a thing...and all I could feel was gratitude. He wrapped his lips around my ear lobe suckling gently before whispering sweetly, "You can cum when I do..." I thanked him with kisses a million times and more, wanting this to last all night despite the longing in my loins...and to my horror and joy...it did...