The Weekend Sissy

The ride home was far less eventful, wearing my pink yoga outfit and matching sneakers, my go to for casual days or working out. I took turns snuggling with all four of them as we drove back to the city, sneaking some make-out sessions here and there in their laps. But we were all too drained and tired for anything else, spent from an entire weekend of sex.

Pulling up to my apartment, Chris helped me inside with my bags, placing a playful hand on my ass as we rode the elevator, pants snugly sitting between my ass cheeks. Standing in my living room, he pulled me close as I wrapped my arms around his head, kissing him deeply once more. That smirk returned, staring down at me.

"Once again, baby girl, you have made four men wonderfully happy." I blushed, trying to silence him with another kiss. He grew concerned, seeing the hesitation in my eyes. "What is it, Rory?" I squirmed, my mind tormenting me for a decision I prayed I didn't regret. Before I lost my bravery, I ran into my room, returning with a box. A special box. My special box.

Slowly Chris opened it, eyes going wide seeing what was inside. I blushed, unable to look him in the eyes. "I...I want it Chris. I want all of it. I want to serve, I want to be punished. I want to be owned." Scooting closer to him, our bodies pressed together, my clit straining harder than it had all weekend as I brought my lips to his once more, whispering as softly as I dared.

"I want to be your good girl."

His smirk disappeared, and for the first time I saw him genuinely shocked, no longer knowing exactly what was going to happen. I stared at him, wide eyed, terrified he'd refuse after all the courage it took to offer myself to him. But, as I watched him close the box in his fist, Chris pulled me into him hard, his other hand firm in my hair as I was kissed, melting into his control. He held me there for an eternity, my mind emptied of everything except the taste of his lips.

Finally pulling away, both of us slightly out of breath, Chris smiled at me. "Oh, Rory." His fingers gently under my chin, holding me exactly where he wanted.

"You are so fucked."

I laughed along with him, blushing at the truth behind that statement. For it was indeed true, I knew I'd do anything for any of those boys, so desperate to be their good girl. But especially at the hands of my new keyholder.

"I know..."

Chris' smirk returned, carefully depositing the box into his jeans. With a final kiss, and gentle pat on my, well now his, clit, he disappeared out the door. Exhausted, both emotionally and physically after what just happened, I made my way to my bed, collapsing onto the mattress. My clit still ached in protest at what I'd just done, but I didn't care. I was owned, officially no longer in control, no longer just a weekend sissy.

I belonged to them. Belonged to him. I was whatever they wished me to be, needed me to be. The possibilities of what they'd make me do, put me through, request of me, all resulted in a smirk spreading across my face.

Bring it on.