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We go to the beach, and I'm allowed to take off my pumps and stockings
and fit wedge sandals on my bare feet. Stockings and sand just don't
mix...
It's a lovely long walk, even if the weather is a bit cold, and she buys
me lunch at an expensive beach cafe. I have to ask her permission to go
pee of course, and call her Miss at all times, but that's only natural.
As we leave she drags me in to the ladies again to kiss me, mussing my
hair, and gripping and squeezing my ass hard, meaning I'm flushed and out
of breath by the time we leave... sure everyone can see what I've been up
to.
Back at my house, I put my stockings and pumps back on before mistress
has me bent over a chair and spanked for some minor misdemeanour. I pack
an overnight bag, then it's back out with her and another blindfolded
trip over to the place she's living at on the bike. This time when we
stop she doesn't let me take the helmet off until we're inside the door.
When it's finally off and I'm allowed to go to the mirror and straighten
my hair, she sits on the couch. "Slut, make some coffee," she says, then
pulls out her mobile phone.
I scamper off to the kitchen and clean the cups, using her expensive
machine rather than the cheap instant stuff that's all I've got at home.
I'm not trying to eavesdrop, and the machine makes hearing some bits
hard, but I can't help catching some of it.
"Hello? Oh it's you? Be a dear and fetch my brother will you? Damn he's
on duty?" There's a sigh. "Well that sucks. Oh, his shift finishes early?
Well then... would you like to come round? Yes I'm going to introduce you
to her." There's a pause. "Stop squealing! Yes I will spank you for it!
Eugh don't squeal again... yes I know I'm very good at it."
I miss the next bit, and only hear the conclusion as I walk out carrying
the coffee on a tray. "She's a little artist as well, I bet you'd love
some of her work. No I don't have any samples to show you. Yes I am happy
with her... ah she's coming back now. See you this evening Chrissy."
Mistress looks up at me with a grin. "Well then Angel it looks like
you're going to start meeting my family. Chrissy and my brother are
coming over to see us this evening."
"Chrissy? The boy you turned into a sissy?" I say as I hand her her
drink.
"Well yes.. but I only showed him the path. He, or she, was the one who
sprinted down it." She giggles, then takes a sip. "We'll probably end up
talking about their forthcoming wedding."
I put the tray down and take a sip of my drink, and she looks up at me
and grins. "Yes my little bitch you may sit on the furniture today. It's
a vanilla day after all."
I grin taking a seat beside her. "Thank you Mistress, but I doubt any day
with you will truly be vanilla."
She gives an evil little chuckle, and reaches out to stroke my leg. "Fair
point."
I blush, squirming at her touch. "M..mistress, when can this cage come
off?"
"You want that little cock of yours free?" she says. "ready to grow big
again?"
I nod. "Yes Mistress."
"This evening," she says, moving her hand up my thigh to lightly stroke
my poor trapped cock. "I promise." There's a little sigh. "Now, since my
darling brother is coming over I need to go out again and get supplies
in. Your job is to clean up in here, and I expect an excellent job."
"Yes Mistress." I rise up of the sofa to curtsey. "Of course Mistress. Is
there a uniform?"
She gives another little laugh. "No dear, vanilla day remember? Although
I'm fairly sure you'll get a spanking if you don't do a good job."
"Of course Mistress," I say with a blush, taking her finished cup as she
rises from the couch, then, I lean in for a kiss, hoping she will accept.
She does, grabbing the back of my head and kissing me with such ferocity
I almost collapse, the cups rattling on their saucers as I shake.
"I shouldn't be long," she says pulling away. "Try and be a good little
sissy whilst I'm gone my love?"
"Y.. yes Mistress," I stammer catching my breath watching her as she
walks out of the room and out the door, my heart thumping in my chest,
she called me love... oooh.... As I prance to the kitchen I'm glowing
with happiness.
I start by dusting, and a little tidying. She spends so little time here,
that I don't have that much to do. I do make sure I do it well though,
aware my sissy maid mannerisms are taking over as I clean. I've been at
it about an hour, and I'm doing the dishes, when I hear the front door
open and heavy footsteps on the hallway.
I glance to see who it is, suddenly nervous, and see a large man in
police uniform, walking into the living room.
"Wha..." I begin to say, but his voice calls out overriding me.
"Hands up where I can see them!" He shouts. "Turn and face the wall!"
I immediatey comply, partly because it's the police and partly.. well I'm
conditioned to obey.
There's no wall to face really, only the kitchen counter and the large
windows, but I guess that's what he means.
"Spread them!" he orders and I can hear him getting closer.
"What's going on?" I whimper as I shift my legs apart.
"The owners of this house are on holiday, and their neighbours have
reported strangers entering the house. Therefore you are under arrest for
illegal entry."
"No.. I.." I stammer, feeling him grab my first wrist and pull it beind
my back. "M.. my girlfriend lives here."
"Sure she does darling," he says as he takes my second wrist and I feel
them being cuffed behind my back. "We have reason to suspect this house
is being used as a brothel, and you look like a hooker in that get up."
I flush, suddenly it all sounds very plausible, although this is me
trying not to look like a slut. "I'm not a hooker," I protest feebly,
even though I'm not entirely sure that's true...
"Sure girl," he says, and I feel him lowering and patting down my legs..
hang on. I'm wearing sheer stockings I can't be hiding anything there!
"Hey!" I protest, worried about being molested again. "Get off me!"
"Got to check you for concealed weapons," he says rising as he gets to my
thighs.
"In my stockings?" I squeal getting increasngly nervous. "You can see
there's nothing there!"
"You'd be amazed," he says, thankfully avoiding my crotch and working his
way up my sides, before check out my breasts. "Though these seem
partially concealed."
"Get your hands off me you freak!" I squeal, struggling, and he presses
his body against me pinning me against the work top.
"You have the right to remain silent," he says slowly one hand moving to
grip my neck. "Anything you do say may be taken down and used in evidence
against you."
"Please let me go!" I say feeling his powerful hand on the back of my
neck, his other hand moving down to my ass. "I'm not hiding anything...
please there's been a mistake!"
His hand slaps my arse hard making me squeal and struggle more before it
moves between my legs, over my panties and gently squeezes my chastity
cage. "No mistake 'girl' I knew there was a concealed weapon about your
person."
"No!" I gasp as he squeezes again, struggling harder.
"That's enough Brad!" comes a woman's voice. "You're terrifying the poor
thing."
The hand on my neck releases immediately, and the one on my crotch a few
lingering seconds later.
"Yeah.. err.. sorry," he says sounding nervous "I guess I got a little
carried away."
I turn around to face him, and the pretty dark haired girl who's just
come in... and do some quick thinking. "Chrissie?"
"Guilty," she says with a blush. "And the big thug over there is your
Mistresse's big brother."
"Err.. hi?" He says offering me his hand.
"You cuffed me?" I respond a little archly. "That was a mean trick."
He grins "You're dating my sister, you should be used to it by now."
There's not much I can say to that, and it's a relief when my hands are
freed, and I step away from him rubbing my wrist. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." He grins, which makes him look a lot less scary. "I
guess I'll just have to cuff Chrissie instead..."
He turns as if to pounce on her, which makes her squeal and scamper off,
though from the look on her face she wouldn't mind if he caught her.
He gives a massive sigh. "Oh well it's just too much effort to catch
you..." He saunters over to the couch and throws himself into it. "Get me
a drink you little slut..."
"Hey!" Chrissie protests her face flushed, but again doesn't complain too
much... and gives me a sidelong look that says a lot. She's as far gone
as I am...
She walks up to me and I get a good look at her. She's in a pretty white
dress with a tight skirt that finishes halfway up her thigh. Nude
pantyhose go into white platform ankle boots, with killer heels. She's
got darker skin than me, but then again so do most people, a nice olive
colour which is either natural or an expensive tan. Her hair is long and
black with a slight wave to it and her eyes are deep brown. She gives me
a wry smile. "Like what you see?"
I flush. "You're very pretty," I say honestly.
"Why thank you." She grins. "Coming from a babe like you that means a
lot..."
We both giggle at the flattery, until Brad's voice comes over. "Girl,
drink now!"
"And that's my charming fiance for you," she says with a wry grin. "Such
a gentleman."
I grin back. "But you love it?" She nods, then I gasp. "Your ring?"
She blushes, then proudly shows me her hand with a sparking silver ring
and a diamond set in it.
"Oh my, that's gorgeous!" I gush taking her hand to look at it closer.
"Isn't it just!" She says, then blushes. "I have another ring too...
would you like to see it?"
"Y..es.." I say slowly, suspecting where this ring may be.
She moves her hand from mine and reaches for the hem of her skirt, ready
to tug it up, when she's called again. "Drink bitch! You are going to be
in so much trouble if I don't have it in my hand within the next minute!"
"Yes Master!" She says, then gives me a wink. "I'll show you later
Angel."
I watch as she hurries to the fridge, pulls out a beer, and removes the
cap before hurrying to her Master, who accepts it with a shrug. "You're
getting lazy slut. Just because I'm going to marry you doesn't mean you
can slack off!"
"No Master, sorry Master," she says in a tone of voice I'm all too
familiar with from my own lips.
"Better, take my boots off," he says with a grunt, taking a swig of his
drink. "And Angel, sweety, come over her, I'm not going to bite you."
"Yes Sir," I say meekly walking over, watching as Chissie obediently
removes his boots.
"Take a seat," he says, gesturing with the bottle, then pauses with a
grin. "ooh.. but my sister doesn't let you on the furniture does she? I
remember her telling me..."
I blush, embarrassed that he knows, then open my mouth about to tell him
I've been given permission, but he pokes Chrissy with his now boot free
foot.
"My sister's lover needs a seat, provide one." He orders and she nods
blushing.
She rises gracefully to her feet and saunters over to me, before lowering
herself to her hands and knees.
"R..really, I.. I couldn't..." I stammer, blushing. "I..."
"Sit down!" he orders and I feel my knee's buckle as I obey
instinctively, managing just enough control to make sure I actually sit
on Chrissy just about at her shoulders. "Honestly... the disobedience of
subs in this family.."
He's shaking his head, with what I hope is a joking manner, but I can't
help whispering, "Sorry sir."
He laughs at that throwing his head back for a full belly laugh. I can
feel Chissy shivering as she supresses a giggle.
"Oh we like you Angel," he says with a grin, that's an awful lot like a
leer. "And you are very pretty. If Thorne hadn't shown me so many
pictures of your cock I'd honestly believe you were a girl."
"Pictures?" I gasp, unable to stop myself, aware it's a stupid comment...
"Sure, don't you remember the one of you trussed up in the wardrobe?
Gagged and blindfolded? Drooling for your country?" I nod and he smiles.
"I just had to try the same on Chrissy straight after. And I'd spent an
age on the shibari she was in at the time... all those knots."
Chrissy moans softly beneath me, reliving the memory I guess. "T.. that
was so hot... I had his spunk drooling out of my ass for days..."
I blush crimson, feeling my trapped cock stirring again, and I squirm a
little, on Chrissy.
"Are we embarrassing you pretty Angel?" Chrissy asks with a chuckle.
"Master... maybe we should tie her up? She didn't look so embarrassed
when she was in the wardrobe, and I bet she had a big plug up her ass
then."
I gasp, and blush darker if possible, looking up to see Brad grinning.
"What a good idea... what do you say Angel? Would you be more comfortable
with some cuffs and a nice big plug in your sissy ass?"
"I.. err no..." I stammer, crossing my legs defensively, trying to stare
back defiantly.
His eyes stare back at me locking my gaze... until I have to lower my
gaze. "Just as I thought," he says, and I can feel him nodding. "Look at
me Angel you little slut!"
I obey, returning my green eyes to his blue ones. "You are a slut aren't
you?"
"Y.. yes..." I stammer.
"Don't speak," he says. "Just nod. You like to be bound don't you?"
I nod, what else can I do?
"You love having something shoved deep in your sissy ass don't you?"
I start to turn away, but his voice comes louder, more commanding. "Don't
you dare look away sissy."
I turn to face him, and fight the urge to say sorry, only nodding when he
repeats his question.
"In fact... you'd rather be the stool wouldn't you? Swapping with
Chrissy? Because you're the sort of sissy slut who gets off on
embarrasment and humiliation... aren't you?"
"Yes!" I squeal, I can't help myself, and he grins, opening his mouth
again.
I never find out what he was about to say, because at that moment, the
door opens and my Mistress walks in. "Ah.. hello boys. Having fun?" She
says placing her shopping on the counter.
"Little Angel here was telling us what a little slut she is," Brad
responds grinning. "She was very convincing."
"I bet she was," Mistress says with a grin. "Over here and kiss my boot
bitch, show me that you're glad I'm back."
"Of course Mistress!" I say pushing myself up from Chrissy and scampering
over to my Mistress, before kneeling and kissing her boot.
"Good. Angel do be a dear and start making diner for us. Chrissy, you
should help her. Brad... try not to do anything stupid whilst I get
changed?"
I rise to my feet ready to go to the groceries but she grabs me and drags
me into her, kissing my lips hard, making me melt into her. As she
releases me and I pull back a little gaspsing for breath she gives a
little smile. "I forget how beautiful you are my darling little sissy."
"Oh..." I say blushing and she raises an eybrow.
"Get to work bitch!" she orders, and I spin around to obey so fast my
skirt flares up to expose my ass...
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