Sissy Farm Chapter Fourteen
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CHAPTER FOURTEEN
He called my name once more just before I entered the kitchen, where he
was. I hopped in front of him, feeling extremely embarrassed, and closed my
eyes.
He was so surprised by what he saw that he said "Oh... My... God!!!" three
times in a row. I looked at him and pouted, hoping he might understand that
I needed help. He said 'Oh my god!' once more and then, still in shock,
dropped the glass he was holding in the sink and shattered it. This brought
him back to reality, because he got cut by the broken glass. "Oh shit, oww,
that hurt!" he said.
I hopped over close to him. Seeing that he was bleeding, I looked him in
the eyes and opened my mouth.
"What? Say something. Oh yeah, you probably were fed garlic or something
and can't talk. Well, what do you want? Jeez, my hand!" He put his bleeding
hand under running water.
I bent towards him with my mouth open. But his hand was in the sink, and I
wasn't tall enough to reach. I jumped, hopping up onto the counter, sitting
beside the sink. Then I leaned over towards the sink and pushed the lever
down to turn the water off. And then I leaned down even more, until I
finally was able to put my lips against his wound. He figured out what I
wanted and raised his hand a bit to make it easier on me. It wasn't his
fault - he had never seen my healing ability before.
I licked his hand, sucked out (and swallowed) a few shards of glass, and
then licked it some more until the wound was completely healed.
He looked at his hand in disbelief. "Wow!" he said. "I didn't know you
could do that!"
Then I sat up again and looked at him. I tried mouthing the words 'help me'
to him, but to him it just looked like gibberish, and he didn't bother
trying to figure out what I was trying to say. He was more interested in my
body, and what I was wearing. (And what I wasn't!)
"So! Jasmine! What have we got here? I don't believe what I see!" He
started touching my shoulders and arms, and I could smell that he instantly
got aroused. "Playtime indeed! Let's take you to where I can get a better
look at you!" Then he put his hands on my waist and lifted me off the
table, into his arms. He carried me into the living room and stood me on
top of the coffee table.
"Playtime!" he said again, looking at me hungrily. I felt nervous. What was
he going to do to me? "Shit, I never thought... I can't believe... look at
your belly-button! It's so cute and sexy!" Keeping a hand on my shoulder to
keep me in place, he started rubbing my stomach with his other hand. Then
he felt my navel with his fingers. And then he bent forward a bit and put
his mouth on my navel, and began to lick it. "That tasted fucking
unbelievable!" he said.
I tried, somehow, to send him the message that I wanted him to stop playing
with me and help me get out of my binds, but he didn't understand. He
continued what he was doing.
"This skirt is SO short! I thought you had a problem with skirts in
general, and especially short ones! You didn't want to wear a dress to
Tom's house!" He started rubbing my thighs with his hand, still keeping the
other on my shoulder, which prevented me from hopping away. "I love it. It
looks really good. You've got the sexiest legs I've ever seen!" He only
stopped touching me for a moment to readjust his erect penis in his pants.
And then he put his hand back on me. He rubbed my stomach, legs, and
shoulders some more, thankfully staying away from my private parts. And
then he said, "Let's see how you look from behind!"
He grabbed my waist with both his hands and turned me around. "Haha," he
said. "I like what it says here. And I totally agree!" He felt my bare
back. And then he rubbed my lower back, where the horrid writing was,
tracing the letters with his fingers. And then, without warning, he lifted
my skirt. "Wow!" he said. "Wow!" The thought that he might need permission
to touch me - never even occurred to him. He traced the outline of my
panties with his fingers, and then laid his hand flat on my butt, squeezing
and rubbing and feeling. I squirmed a bit, trying to get away from him, and
he just gripped my shoulder harder, holding me tightly, preventing me from
escaping.
It was very strange. I felt horrified. I felt utterly humiliated. I felt
like my worst dream was coming true. He was violating any and all promises
about how I would be treated. He was completely objectifying me,
dehumanizing me, not even for a second stopping to ask me if what he was
doing was OK, or asking for permission. This was what I had feared all
along. And, inside, I felt like I should be crying hysterically. But the
strange thing was that I didn't actually cry. Not even a few tears. In
fact, I was smiling throughout - a nervous, embarrassed smile, but a smile
nonetheless. And I was aware of that, but I couldn't stop. I even giggled
silently, somewhat, when his touching became REALLY invasive and violating.
And pretty quickly I started to enjoy it. I enjoyed it physically; I didn't
enjoy it mentally (much). But I also started getting used to what was
happening pretty quickly.
When he decided he was familiar enough with my butt, he put both of his
arms around me and pulled me towards him. I could feel his erection, which
was pushing hard against the front of his pants trying desperately to get
free - pressing against my butt. While pressing me into his body, he used
his hands to feel my stomach, the fronts of my thighs, and my shoulders.
And for a while he even rubbed my small breasts.
I could feel myself getting sexually aroused myself, and felt very
embarrassed for that. But I couldn't help it.
He turned me around again, to face him. "I'm supposed to be cooking for
Mom, and you come seduce me like this!" he said. "I'll need to punish you
for this later; Mom's not going to be pleased! But right now, it's still
'Playtime'."
Facing me, he put both of his hands against my breasts. After rubbing them
with his palms for a bit, he put his fingers on them and felt around until
he located my nipples. That wasn't very difficult - they were very erect
and hard. He pinched my nipples and pulled on them. It didn't hurt - it
felt good. Then he got down on his knees in front of me, holding me by the
back of my thighs, and began kissing and licking my belly-button. That felt
amazingly good. Silently, I began to moan. And then, pulling his head away,
he lifted my skirt in the front.
This was a particularly humiliating part for me. I was still very, very
embarrassed to be a girl, and had ben as careful as possible not to let
anyone see the shape of my crotch, see me wearing anything thin and
spandexy down there. I had fooled myself into thinking that as long as they
didn't see it too close up, they might still think that I have a penis
there, even if it had to be quite small to fit into some of the outfits I'd
worn. But now, the game was up. He was sitting there, holding my skirt up,
staring at the front of my panties from a distance of no more than six
inches. I tried to look down, but couldn't see; I hoped to all hell that
the panties weren't pulled inside a bit, showing a camel-toe. And I
comforted myself by thinking, 'At least he's only looking. At least he
isn't touching it.'
But then, as if he'd read my mind, he said, "I have to touch it." My heart
fell in my chest. "Wait, you probably wouldn't want that." I felt a little
relieved. "Wait a minute, I should check the instructions again. Turn
around. Show me your instructions." And he actually let go of me!
Finally, I could have tried to escape! And for some totally unexplainable
reason I just obeyed him - I jumped into the air, turned, and landed with
my back towards him. 'WHY did I do that?' I castigated myself!
"Exactly! Just as I remembered. 'Touch and rub as desired' it says! So I'm
allowed to, and you have no right to stop me. Turn around again and face
me."
He still wasn't holding me. I still could have tried to escape. And yet, I
just turned around again and faced him. "That's a good little animal!" he
said, stroking my thighs and stomach. Then he stuck two fingers down my
dress from the large ring encircling my belly-button. That felt SO wrong!
And then, he lifted my skirt, and held it up with the hand that had two
fingers inside my dress.
He stood there and looked at my crotch a little more. Then, with his free
hand, he started slowly feeling my upper thighs once more. And then he
started tracing the outline, the elastic of my panties - first of the
waistband, and then of the legs. Then he stopped. He hesitated. I hoped
that he understood that I never really permitted touching it, that I hadn't
written those instructions, that I wouldn't want it. I hoped that he was
just teasing me, but wouldn't actually go through with it. He hesitated a
few more seconds. I was sure that he was about to give up. 'Okay,' I
thought. 'He's seen the shape of my crotch. But at least he hasn't touched
it.'
And then he put his hand down where my lower thighs were touching, just
above the knee-cuffs. Slowly, he began to raise his hand, sliding his
fingers between my legs. He kept going, slowly, higher and higher. Once
more, he stopped, when he was touching my thigh, about two centimetres
below my vagina. He stayed there for fifteen or twenty seconds, not moving.
I breathed a sigh of relief. He obviously wasn't going to go any higher.
And then... he made contact with my vagina!!! He touched me! He touched IT!
I gasped - silently, of course, since I was physically unable to make even
a gasping sound. He started slowly and lightly, but quickly began to do it
more intensely. First he just touched it, rubbing his fingers lightly up
and down my slit. And then he started prodding it a little harder, and
using all his fingers together to feel out its exact shape. I stood there,
still as a post, clenching my jaw, trying not to enjoy it too much, waiting
for him to get bored and stop. Finally, with his hand flat against my
vagina he said, "You have a really adorable and cute little pussy, do you
know that? So small, so compact, so innocent." I wondered if he hadn't
become more familiar with my 'pussy' than I had myself! I sure didn't feel
it to such an extent on my own! I was still quite embarrassed about it and
nervous to touch it!
He took his other hand out of the hole in the front of my suit. "Hold your
skirt up for me," he said, stuffing the sides of my skirt into my hands
which were still disabled at my sides. In my head I refused to cooperate.
But I was still so stunned by what was happening. I obeyed, making his
violating me even easier.
He put his free hand onto my butt, and started moving both hands; one hand
was rubbing my vagina, and the other was rubbing my butt, pushing quite far
into my crack. And I just stood there and took it!
Keeping his hands on my private parts in front and back, he stood up
straight and placed his face a few inches away from mine. "I'm so glad that
you're an animal, not a human. Otherwise, what I'm doing to you would be
wrong! But, like it says on your ass, you're a pet. Not human. And you love
being touched. Especially on your pussy!
"And now you're going to thank me for getting to know your pussy so well.
Like your ass says, pets should have no privacy. So you're going to thank
me for it. You're going to kiss me, on the lips. Passionately. You're going
to make out with me. *I*'m not going to kiss you - YOU're going to lean
towards me and start kissing me. Even though you know that once you start,
as long as I kiss you back, you'll be totally powerless to break away. It's
maybe your last remaining freedom. Well, before I strip you totally naked.
But I'm not going to do THAT today. Your last freedom, your ability to
withhold kissing me. And you're going to give it up and kiss me on your
own, because I command you to and you want to obey. Because you love being
my pet. Because you love being owned and violated."
I couldn't stand all the mind games. They were making my head hurt. I
thought to myself that no matter how long it took, eventually he'd have to
let me get back to normal. He'd have to let me get back into regular
clothes, and let me speak again. And then I'd be able to explain
everything. And if he continued to treat me like this, I'd complain to Mom
and Roger, and he'd be forced to stop. So, hoping it would speed things
along, I just leaned in and started kissing him.
He was moaning aloud, loudly and sloppily kissing me. He had a hand
caressing my butt and pressing into the crack, and his other hand touching
my pussy. He had one finger lying against my pussy-crack, pressing against
it. By now it was a little bit between the outer labia, and he was
stimulating my clitoris. And I was being kissed extremely invasively and
passionately, and was helpless to pull away.
All the feelings were extremely intense. What happened next was totally
embarrassing, but I couldn't help it. My body started to convulse with
orgasms, and then, during a particularly intense orgasm, I passed out.
When I came back to life, I was lying on my back, on the table. A hand was
still touching my vagina. When I opened my eyes, lifted my head and looked
at him, he pinched my vagina and told me to keep my eyes closed until he
told me I could open them. He was masturbating, kneeling on the floor
beside the table that I was lying on. Luckily, I didn't see his penis. I
kept my eyes closed. He was moaning. One of his hands was touching my legs,
my vagina, my stomach and my breasts, while his other hand was stroking his
penis. I could smell his arousal getting more and more intense. Meanwhile,
I had two more orgasms - luckily not passing out these times, though he
probably wouldn't have noticed since I was already lying down.
Then I heard him hold his breath, and finally he let out a loud gasp. I
felt a drop hit my toe. He stayed still for a few moments. Then he said,
"Don't you dare open your eyes until I tell you to," and stopped touching
me. He left the room. I stayed still, with my eyes closed. He came back
three minutes later. He had changed his underwear and pants.
"Open your eyes," he commanded. Then he grabbed my heart-shaped pendant and
pulled on it, forcing me to sit up. "Look what you made me do!" he said
with a laugh, pointing at his cum on the table, the floor, and the couch.
"Clean it up," he said. "Now."
What was I supposed to do? How was I supposed to obey him? I felt like I
didn't have a choice. I was so embarrassed that he was going to see this.
I wiggled around for a few seconds, and sprang to my feet. Then I jumped
off the table and got down on my knees. I licked the table clean, and then
the couch. When I bent over to lick the floor, my skirt pulled up in the
back, showing him part of my butt. He laughed, and responded by flipping my
skirt up and rubbing my butt. 'Oh no,' I thought to myself. 'I thought we
were done.'
"You love the taste of my cum, don't you?" he asked me with a laugh.
I don't know why, but I answered truthfully with a nod. I did love it.
Though I remembered that my other brother's cum tasted even better!
The phone rang. He picked me up and carried me to the kitchen, then put me
down on the counter and answered the phone, keeping a hand on my leg. It
was Mom.
She told him that she was going to be about fifteen minutes later than she
thought, and asked if the food was ready yet. He lied and said it was.
"What am I going to do?" he asked me after he hung up. "I've been fooling
around with you instead of cooking the food for Mom! This is your fault!"
But he was smiling. "But I forgive you," he said, softer. "It was...
amazing. But can your superpowers help cook stuff faster?"
I shrugged. Then I thought for a minute, and then I saw something out of
the corner of my eye. I made a gesture with my head over to the side.
"You want to show me something?" he asked. I nodded. "OK, show me," he
said.
I hopped off the counter, and hopped into the next room, slow enough for
him to follow right behind. And I hopped a little higher than necessary, to
give him a nice show of my butt as my skirt flipped up each time I hopped.
There was no point hiding from him anymore, I felt.
I hopped over to the wall. And then, using my lizard-like skin-sticking
ability, hopped all the way up the wall. And then I shuffled my feet to
move across the ceiling, while I was dangling upside down. Of course, my
skirt was flipped up (or down, actually), and once more he was getting a
free uninhibited view of my briefs.
On the top shelf of the games cabinet I had seen the game of Scrabble. I
pulled at it with my teeth, pulling it off the shelf. "Oh," he said. "You
want to spell out a message for me. OK."
He took the game down, and put it on the floor. Then he helped me by taking
out all the letter tiles and turning them all face-up.
I began to spell out words by bending over the tiles and moving them around
with my tongue and nose. I used my super speed to make it go quicker.
'CANT GET OUT OF THESE
HELP ME OUT OF CUFFS
AND I HELP U COOK FAST.'
He nodded. He looked at the mini-handcuffs and asked, "Do you know where
the keys are?"
I nodded, sprung to my feet, and started hopping out of the room, making
sure he was coming with me. I brought him to my room and showed him the
locks and keys on the floor. He sat on the floor, and told me to lie down
on my back, beside him.
He looked at the different keys that were there. Then he rolled me over to
inspect my back. And then he rolled me over again. "These keys look like
they'll open the padlocks. There's no point opening most of them, though,
since they're keeping your clothes on. Before I can get the cuffs off,
you're going to want your clothes to stay on since you won't be able to put
anything else on. I will unlock the lock between your knees, though,
that'll make things a little easier for you." And he did. Before
proceeding, he pushed my feet towards my crotch a bit, causing my thighs to
open outwards and my knees to bend. "If you want help getting the cuffs
off, you're gonna have to let me finish exploring your pussy," he said.
"Before, with your thighs locked together like that, I couldn't really get
my fingers down between your legs very well. OK?"
I nodded. I have no idea why. But I did. He started rubbing me once more -
one hand against my pussy, and one hand against my breasts. He was mostly
looking right at my pussy. But when he felt my body tensing up, he looked
up at my face. I knew I was going to orgasm again. I knew he was going to
see this. I felt horribly embarrassed, but knew it was inevitable. I was
resigned to my fate. It just felt too good.
And then, just before I orgasmed, very abruptly, he took his hands off me.
I gasped, feeling really really frustrated and needy. "You want me to
continue, don't you?" he asked me with a laugh. I nodded. I had no choice.
"You really need me, really need me to help you get off, don't you?" I
nodded. He was enjoying humiliating me. I didn't care. The humiliation just
built up my tension even more. "You're such a horny little girl, aren't
you?" I nodded. He laughed again. And then he began rubbing me again. Just
before I orgasmed, he moved the hand that was touching my breasts, sticking
two of his fingers into my mouth. "Suck on these, and imagine they're my
penis," he said. I sucked on his fingers. It made his rubbing feel even
better. And then, finally, I began to orgasm. He kept rubbing. I orgasmed
three times one right after the other, and then I passed out.
When I came to, I was still lying there, and one of his hands was resting
on my crotch. "Did you enjoy that?" he asked me. I didn't lie. I nodded. He
laughed again.
"Well, I've got some bad news. While you were out, I had a look at the
keys. There's ONE key that fits those mini-cuffs. But the instructions that
came with the outfit you're wearing say that they can only be opened by
using two keys simultaneously, one on each side. See, each set of mini-
handcuffs has two tiny cuffs, joined by a tiny chain. And each of those
cuffs has two key-holes on it, one on each side. I need a second key to get
it open. And I only see one of that kind."
I worried. My eyes became really wide with fear.
"Then I read the note that Mom wrote. Did you read the back? She said that
the outfit came with three handcuff keys, and each of them is supposed to
work in all the cuffs, they're not specific to one or the other. Which is
true - she read that on the instructions. But apparently she didn't read
the rest of the instructions, about needing two keys to open each one.
Because she wrote that since they came with three keys and she was worried
that you might lose them, she took one key with her to work, and asked
Roger to put the other key on his key chain for safe keeping. That means
that we only have one of the three keys here, and we need at least two. We
won't be able to get them open until she comes home. Which means, I don't
think you'll be able to help me cook until Mom's home with the key. Which
means I'm screwed. She's gonna be pissed."
I pouted. I felt bad for him. I stood up, and motioned for him to follow
me. I went back to the Scrabble set, and wrote out a new message for him.
'HAVE IDEA
CALL MOM AND TELL HER TRUTH
APOLOGIZE
BUT TELL HER THAT WHEN SHE COMES I WILL BE ABLE TO COOK FOR HER QUICK
SHE OFFERS HER FRIEND A DRINK TO START
WHILE THEY DRINK I COOK'
"OK," he said. "I guess I have no choice. Go to your room and wait for me
there, I don't want you to hear my conversation with Mom." I obeyed.
When he came in, he told me he tried calling Roger, but he didn't answer.
So he called Mom and told her what had happened. But, he said, he didn't
tell her details about what we'd been doing, just that he got distracted
because I was wearing her costume. Anyway, Mom was disappointed but agreed.
"But she said she wants you to wear something nice for dinner and to be
nice to her guest. Maybe you can serve them, like a waitress or something.
Or the two of us together. What do you think? She didn't say anything about
what you have to wear, only that she'd like it to be nice."
I nodded.
Randy left me in my room and went to prepare some wine glasses and wine for
Mom. He came back to my room after he'd changed into dress pants and a
white button-down shirt. He spent the last few minutes touching me once
more. I orgasmed some more, and passed out two more times. He was just
starting to get horny again when Mom pulled up.
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