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Amateurs By Cassandra Morgan Somewhere in the night, between sleep and slumber, the doubts began. When he had gone to bed, Kenny Fletcher was excited. He and Lila had talked it out long enough, and for the most part, he was eager for the changes to come. Oh, there were a few nerves, to be sure, but for the most part, he was eager at what what he and his wife Lila had talked about. But as he slept, apprehension began to creep into his unguarded mind, and by the time he awoke he was skittish. His hands shook, and his mouth was dry, and he felt dizzy. He kept staring at the clothing on the bed, the colors and the fabrics piled on top of each other. He had helped pick out these clothes, for goodness' sakes. He knew what he was getting into, so to speak. No one was forcing him, and no one was blackmailing him. He had volunteered for this silliness. He rubbed his neck. This next step, as the joke goes, was going to be a doozy. Neil Armstrong had taken a life-changing first step. Christopher Columbus, when got off the boat had taken such a step. Marco Polo, Kenny imagined. The first guy at Normandy took a big step. Any thousand-mile journey starts with a small step. And now it was Kenny's turn. He reached down and picked up a long-line bra and corset. He didn't recognize it. He put it back and picked up a pair of panties. He rubbed them over his cheek. He picked up the dark blue maid's dress. God, was it always this short? He felt movement, and Lila was standing beside him. She looked at him and smiled. "Cold feet?" "Frigid," he said. "Second thoughts." "I'm way past second thoughts," he said. "How about 89th thoughts?" "Goose bumps?" "Pterodactyl bumps," he said. "My bumps are so big they need their own bra." Lila giggled. "It's just natural, girlfriend," she said. "You're doing a courageous thing here. No one thinks it takes bravery to be a sissy, but it does. To walk out in a dress while everyone you know looks on is real Remember-the-Alamo type shit. To dance in high heels ought to get you a medal." "Everyone I know?" "Eventually, they'll know" Lila nodded. "You can't keep your girl side bottled up forever. We've talked bout this, Kenny." "You know, we don't have to do this," Kenny said. "We can return most of the clothes and find another kink." "We talked about that, too, dearest," Lila said. "You didn't like the idea of pony play, all that trotting around the room. You didn't want to be shackled to that ball-and-chain. As I remember, you said you already had a ball-and-chain, and you pointed to me. Well, who's laughing now? You signed up for this Mistress and Maid deal. Now wear the bra that comes with it." "This is just ... overwhelming." "It shouldn't be. You've worn a dress before. Remember when I had you put on my wedding dress? You were cute." "This feels more involved," Kenny said. "Well, it is. It's total immersion. Who knows when you'll get back to being a guy. That's the fun of it. That, and I get to dress in leather and tan your ass." Lila giggled. I glared at her. "Did you shave yet?" Lila said, looking at my crotch. I knew she wasn't talking about my face. "Last night. I thought I would touch it up this morning." Lila nodded. "Well, go ahead, sissy," she said. "Get started. The dishes won't wash themselves." "Can we not do that part?" Kenny said. "I mean, if I wear the clothes, do I have to be the maid and cook and clean?" "Well, aren't you a princess," Lila said. "You want to dance, but you don't want to pay the piper. Total immersion, remember? You're going to be my maid. For a week, a month, maybe a year. You're going to prance about and be RuPaul's girlier sister." Kenny frowned. "I'll be doing all the damned work," he said. "Are you kidding? It's hard to be a Mistress. You have to decide 'Does the sissy need 15 spanks, or just 10? Should she suck her old boss's dick, or just jack him off? Should she wear five-inch heels or three- inch? Being a goddess is very difficult work." She giggled again. "Let's don't take this too far," I said. "I'm not gay." "See. There's another decision. How gay are you on a particular day? That's my decision, and I will weigh it carefully. You sissies would't understand, because this is all too intellectually challenging for you. You just have to get the frying pan cleaned. No stress there." Kenny started to say something, then didn't. He walked into the bathroom to clean up any hair patches he had missed. "Shave close around your tiny dick!" Lila shouted after him. "What did you say?" Kenny asked. She laughed. "It says right here in the Mistress' rules that I downloaded. 'Always make fun of the sissy's dick. It humiliates her.' So I did." Kenny shook his head. Lila was having too much fun with this. He wasn't having any. Is this the way this was supposed to work? He returned to the bedroom. Lila handed him a pair of panties. They were the frilliest things you could ever imagine, with rows and rows of pink ruffles. If panties were people, they would have been beaten up their lunch money taken. "This are rumba panties," Lila said. "You'll like these." So Kenny slid the panties up his legs and over his butt. Almost instantly, he had an erection. his dick stood there defiantly in the lace. "Oooh, sweet," Lila said. "How do they feel?" "They're ... soft," he said. "Ah, but it's hard," she pointed out. Kenny put on the long line bra with the attached corset. She fastened it to tighten it. Now Kenny had a bit of an hourglass to his frame. "That looks hot," Lila said. "It's too tight," Kenny said. Lila laughed. "I wonder if any sissy ever said 'that's too loose.' Of course it's tight, silly girl. Now put these inside." She handed Kenny his breast forms. They looked huge, but Kenny would later find out they were only a b-cup. Quite ordinary as far as size. Kenny slid his pantyhose up his legs. It was odd. He wouldn't have thought pantyhose were a key part of dressing, but they were electric on his smooth legs. With the panties and the bra, it felt...wonderful. He didn't say it, of course. But Lila seemed to know. He stepped into the dress. Lila zipped it up. "Oooh, la-la," she said. "My maid is hot. All you need is makeup. And heels. And the postal deliverer to blow." "Please stop," Kenny said. She giggled She started to mess with his hair. Like a lot of men, Kenny wore it long, but it wasn't long enough to hold a proper style. Still, she didn't give him a wig. She did his makeup, and God, did it take forever! Finally, she stepped back. "You are so cute!" she said. "Like a puppy in the rain. Like a duckling whose lost its mommy." Lila took Kenny's hand. She took him in front of the mirror. The image there was mixed. He wasn't Miss America, but he didn't think he'd get beat up in a grocery store, either. He turned from side to side. And posed. And stuck out his butt. There were emotions that poured over him. There were physical feelings that did the same. This was being a sissy? Kenny looked at Lila. "It's a start," she said. * * * The next morning was tough on Kenny. Oh, he tried, he really did. But a lackadaisical husband doesn't usually make for the best domestic, does he? The eggs were burned. The bacon was limp. The toast was too dry. The coffee was lukewarm. He spilled the juice. Clearly, Kenny had a long way to go. Lila ate it, though, because she could see that Kenny had really tried and was about to burst into tears over his shortcomings. He was in his adorable little pink maid's dress. His makeup was a little heavy, but Lila was certain that would get better with time. She scooted to her side of the bed and invited Kenny to join her. He did. She ran her hands over his body, and was delighted with the way he felt encased in satin. She ran her hands over his breasts and kissed him. She could feel his penis poke at her. "Morning, my little maid," she whispered. "Your lipstick tastes so nice." Kenny smiled. "Yours, too," he said. "Maybe we can be lesbians. What do you think?" "Okay," she said, and pushed his head down. "Show me Be my Kerry." "Kenny," he said. She smiled. "I like Kerry better." He didn't have time to discuss it. His tongue was kind of busy. She was wetter than a car wash, and he paid particular attention to her. He licked each wall, carefully, and then probed deeply with his tongue. She was moaning a lot of things about him being a girl, her lady, her sapphic lover. He just kept licking. "Do you taste it? she said. "Jamal's sperm is in me, and you're licking it out." What? Jamal? Sperm? Finally, it dawned on Kerry that Lila was pretending. Neither of them knew a guy named Jamal, and Lila certainly hadn't been unfaithful. She was just trying to tweak their lovemaking, to stir the imagination of them both. "There," she said. "That's where he came. Oh, baby, he was so big and so hard. You would have enjoyed kissing that dick. I know you would have. He would have come for you, too." Kerry tried to tune her out. But this was helping her come, and Kerry was glad to do his part. Finally, she was pulling him off of her. Her pussy was too sensitive for him to continue. They embraced, familiar lovers that they were. Lila took his hand and put it on his penis, then started masturbating him. She slid his hand up the shaft, then down. Then she pulled her hand off, and he continued. He came over his chest and stomach. She kissed him. She dragged her finger through a drop of his sperm, then stuck her finger in his mouth. "No," he said, shaking his head. "Yes, sissy," she said, and wiped up another glob, then made him suck her finger. She did it a third time, and this time, he didn't protest. Then she took hold of his own hand, and she was dragging it through his sperm. She inserted it into his lips. "Suck it," Lila said. "You know you want to. Imagine it. Imagine that one-eyed monster headed toward your mouth. Open wide, Kerry. Think about the veins on the shaft. Think about how hard it would be. Think about the taste. Kerry, suck on your finger. Go on. I want to see it." He shuddered He snuggled into her. He kissed her neck. He closed his eyes. "Kerry," Lila said. "Kerry, you need to do the laundry." Kerry groaned. He pulled himself out of bed and shook away the cobwebs. He started to pick up the clothing from around the bed. As he left the room, she was gently snoring. * * Friday night, and the crowd at Flamingo's was going full tilt. Men were kissing men. Women kissed women. Indeterminate sexual creatures kissed indeterminate sexual creatures. A very young man kissed a very old woman. A very fat woman kissed a skinny man. A man kissed an amputee. This was it. This was the place where Lila decided what game they would play next. Hell, sissies were everywhere. As far as Lila could tell, the place was going to apply for statehood. Or at least, as a third gender. She wondered what the attraction was. Did men hunger to secede power to women? Did they like the clothes so much? Or was it the will? Were a lot of men just submissive in face of a women's inner strength? For whatever reason, there was a flock of them, kissing each other and practicing their curtsied. And so she had come up with the idea of feminizing Kenny. There was something about a man in a dress. Her man. It didn't take much. A few suggestions, a little withheld sex, a few photos and he was picking out the colors of his maid's uniforms. As for Lila, she liked this lifestyle very much, thank you. No work. No backtalk. This was natural for her. And, the truth of it was, Kenny was damed cute as he flitted across a room. She thought this game might go on for a while. Lila led Kerry through the bar, tugging on her leash as they went. There were stares -- wasn't that the point? -- but no one said anything. The sight of a sissy flouncing in maid's dress was fairly commonplace. Lila look over the room, and she saw at least a dozen sissies bouncing around on their high heels, fetching for their mistresses or masters. They moved to the bar, and Lila ordered two white wines. She sat on a stool. Kerry stood beside her, playing with her leash. She dug into a bowl of peanuts and swallowed them. Next to Lila, a woman in black Lycra stood. She had a penetrating gaze, a regal bearing about her. She turned to Lila and spoke. "I assume you are new?" she asked. "Does it show?" Lila said, grinning. "A bit," she said, but she smiled to show she offered no offense. "Well, my sissy and I are just getting started," she said. "If you have any pointers..." "Well, you're doing very well," the woman said. "But if I can offer a bit of advice..." "Please." "Well, your sissy is standing beside you. She needs to be at your feet, subservient. She does not need to chew the piss-stained bar peanuts. She does not need to drink the same wine you're drinking. Her station is beneath yours. Both of you need to acknowledge it." "I see," Lila said, tugging the leash downward so Kerry was forced to kneel. "What else?" "Do you spank her?" "Well, I threatened to this morning," she said. "But I didn't." "Never back off a threat," the woman said. "If you say you're going to spank, you owe it to her to pound her ass. Tell me about you." And so Lila did, the whole embarrassing story. He'd begun to act arrogant, and she'd decided to leave him, but he'd then agreed to this subservience, this sissyhood to prove his love for her. She had dressed him before, but not as a maid. One night, the had seen the sissies at Flamingo's, and she decided he would join them. woman kept nodding. "Okay, a couple of more things. You said she penetrated you the other night. Sissy never penetrates you. Never. If she brings you a lousy breakfast, you refuse it, and you punish her for her effort. But imagining a cock headed toward her mouth? That's a nice touch. Making her get out of bed to do laundry is nice. You're learning. You'll get it..." "Lila," she said. "Delilah, actually." "That's better. It's a good strong name." "And you are?" "Mistress Jade," she said. "This sad sack of shit is my husband, Paul." The man next to her hadn't spoken, but now he nodded in our direction. There was a beaten look to him. She was clearly in charge. "Oh," Mistress Delilah said. "Is he a sissy?" "He is not," Mistress Jade said. "We call him the handyman. He does what he's told, but he doesn't wear the dresses." Mistress Delilah nodded. "Whatever works," she said. "I'm learning that. This is Kerry." Kerry stuck out her hand to shake. Mistress Jade just looked at him as if he were trying to wipe his nose on her dress. "Has your sissy sucked his first cock yet?" she asked Mrs. Delilah. "No," Mistress Delilah said. "She says she's not gay." "Why would she get to decide that?" Mistress Jade said. "Cock sucking is a form of submission, not just a sexual act. If Sissy here doesn't want to go into a bus station on her own and pick up a sailor, that's her choice. But if I tell her to, she's going to ask 'how deep?'" Kerry was catching snatches of the conversation. She didn't like what she was hearing. Then again, no one asked her. Humans didn't talk when goddesses conversed. She felt as if she was driving fast around Dead Man's Curve, and her brakes were failing. All she could do was hold on. * * Three nights later, Mistress Jade had them to her home for dinner. It was a grand house, two stories, large columns, a garden in the back. Kerry thought she might have to enter through the servants quarters, but she was escorted by Paul though the front. Kerry was wearing a black dress, elegant but casual. There were other couples there. Kerry had understood it was to be dinner; evidently, it was a dinner party. Sissies roamed the rooms with trays of appetizers or of champagne. The alphas of each couple were usually in dark clothing with threatening looks. You didn't have to ask to realize their power. Mistress Delilah sat on coach, and Mistress Jade sat next to her. Paul had disappeared. "Would you care for a canap??" Mistress Jade asked Mistress Delilah. Then she looked at Kerry. "Wouldn't you be more comfortable serving? she asked. "Oh, I just thought..." "A mistake," she said. "That's a lovely dress, but wouldn't you be more comfortable in one of our maid's dresses?" Kerry looked at Mistress Delilah. She shrugged. "Kerry, your Mistress will be a fine one eventually," she said, taking Mistress Delilah's hand. "But she needs a few guidelines, and I have volunteered to be her guide. The first thing is this: Sissies are not woman of comfort. They're hard-working, attentive lasses. To be less is an insult to all of them. So you will change into a peach uniform like all the rest of the domestics, and you will serve." It was insulting to be talked to that way, but it was also a little exciting. As Kerry stared at the floor, she could feel her erection swell. Oh, no. Not here. Not now. "Go ahead then," Mistress Jade said. "Now." Kerry didn't want to stand, but she did, and the tent in her dress was obvious. She was mortified. She tried to turn away, but is was too late. "What...what is that?" Mistress Jade said. "Is that ...your thing?" "Oh, my God," Mistress Delilah said. "Look. It's so tiny. Tom Thumb had a dick like that. Hell, Jiminy Cricket had a dick like that." "Oh, my God," Mistress Delilah said. "You could join a freak show with that pee-pee," Mistress Jade laughed. "Oh, my God, " Mistress Delilah said. "Delilah, my pet. I know you are but a beginner. An amateur. But even a new Mistress knows that she much cage her sissy's cock. She must be in control at all times. Do you understand?" Mistress Delilah nodded. "I'm sorry," she said. "It's of ... little importance," she said. "It was Kerry's mistake. She should be spanked. If you want, I will do it." "No," Mistress Delilah said, gathering herself. "I'll do it. Ten licks?" Mistress Jade smiled. "You are far too good to your sissy," she said. "I'd say 20." And so Kerry's panties, and her girdle, were rigged down to her ankles, and she leaned across Mistress Delilah's lap, and Mistress beat the living shit out of her. In front of everyone. Women stared. Men hooted. Kerry wept. These were not playful love taps. This were fix-your-ass whacks, or make- a-point-to-Mistress-Jade whacks. Kerry wept, and she begged for mercy, and she screamed. She felt like a little girl across Mommy's lap. Then she turned to serving. Late in the evening, when almost everyone had gone, the four of them were in the living room. Mistress Jade and Mistress Delilah were sitting on the couch, still talking about how and when to punish. Kerry was standing, wishing his feet didn't hurt. Paul was quiet, just taking it all in. "It is late," Mistress Jade said. "I would suggest that Kerry and Mistress Delilah stay the night." Kerry looked at her, as if seeking approval. "I would suggest we find our own bed-partners tonight," Mistress Jade said. She looked at me. "I think a little detour from our wedding vows would be nice, doesn't everyone? Then it's settled." She stood. "Come with me," she said, and extended her hand... ...to Mistress Delilah. What? When? Somehow, in the middle of running a dinner party, she had seduced my wife? Mistress Delilah wasn't a lesbian. Was she? Mistress Delilah rose and took her hand. She interlocked her fingers around my wife's, and the two of them began to climb the stairway. "Mistress Delilah..." Kerry whimpered. "Yes, sissy?" she said. "Don't..." Kerry begged. "Tut-tut," Mistress Delilah said. "Her dick is bigger than yours." "Yes," Mistress Jade said. "And that's not even the one I keep on the nightstand." They left, and Kerry felt as if it was the worst possible thing that could happen. And then he heard Paul's deep voice. "I guess that leaves you and me," he said. * * He did it. Right in the living room. Right in front of the big leather chair. Right while his wife was having a lesbian fling with another woman. He sucked a cock. Maybe it was the humiliation. Maybe it was the physical pain. Maybe it was being forced to be subservient all night. But Kerry fell to his knees, and Paul dropped his trousers, and Kerry was staring at a cock. Paul didn't wear underwear, and he jutted out long and hard. Was it really was big as it seemed? Was it as discolored? No matter. Kerry reached out and kissed it. She licked around the head, and then ishe took the knob into hrr lips. It was warm, and Kerry could actually feel it pulsate. It felt natural, as natural as his mother's breast. She bobbed her head. She backed off, then licked up and down the shaft. She wasn't passive any longer. She attacked Paul's penis, begging for the impending release. She bobbed quickly, and she sucked as hard as she could. If this was her fate, damn it, she was going to embrace it. Finally, Paul bucked his hips and came. It was hot and sticky, and she sucked it greedily. Yeah, she could do this. Yeah, she was a cocksucker. Suddenly, that didn't sound like an insult anymore. It felt like a badge of honor. And Lila? She didn't feel like a Mistress as she licked Jade. Oh, it had been exciting at the start, with Jade's lips on here's, with their breasts mashing together, with Jade's hands touching her in a thousand places at once. But then Jade had taken over, pushing her shoulders down the same way Lila had pushed Kerry. Jade ground her pussy into Lila's face, forcefully. All Lila could do was lick furiously. She had never gone down on a woman before, but her senses ere alive. The touch. The taste. The smell. She found Jade's clitoris and darted her tongue across it. "My bitch," Jade was saying. "Surrender to me bitch." She rolled her over. Lila looked up, and Jade was putting on a strap-on panty. Her dildo looked ominous. She dragged it across her vagina from the rear, then seemed to change her mind. She thrust the first two inches into Lila's ass. "Who is the Mistress now, little Lila?" She growled. "Say my name. Say my name. Tell me you will serve me. Tell me you are mine." They lay together afterward, Mistress Jade stroking her hair. Mistress Delilah was playing with Mistress Jade's left breast. "You aren't ready to be Mistress yet, my pet," Mistress Jade's voice was soft. "I know," Mistress Delilah said. "You...dominated me." Mistress Jade smiled. "Law of the jungle," she said. "Some of us are lions, some of us are gazelles. But you can learn, Lila. You can serve me, and you can be my student. You can share my head, and you can share my bed." "Will it be difficult?" Mistress Delilah asked. Mistress Jade smiled. "Oh, yes," she said. "But I have just the uniform for you." Meanwhile, It was almost dawn when Paul and Kerry walked up the stairs. Paul pulled her into a guest room. He dragged her to the bed. "Wake me up with another one of those," he said. Kerry nodded. She was an alarm clock. She had sucked his dick, and now, it was scheduled for her to do it again. Paul toyed with her breasts, which were fake. He cupped her ass. He ran his finger inside it, and smiled. He felt his penis begin to stir again. God, he loved sissies. The next morning, Kerry was late for breakfast. Originally, she wasn't at Mistress Jade's to serve, so she was uncertain if she would be punished. So she rushed into to kitchen, braced for whatever may come. To his surprise, there was already a maid at work. She was on the far side of the kitchen, wiping down the counters, when Kerry finally saw who it was. It was Delilah. She was wearing a maid's dress. She was a Mistress no more. * * * It was Mistress Jade's idea, Delilah was saying. Delilah was so awkward in her Mistress duties that Mistress Jade had convinced her to be an apprentice for a while. That way, she could learn at the feet of Mistress Jade. It made sense, Lila supposed. Mistress kept pointing out things she had done wrong. Hell, Kerry had so many good-looking clothes -- her corset, her heels, her maid's dress -- and Lila wasn't using any of their locks. Hell, Kerry had spent one night at Mistress Jade's house and had already performed fellatio. Hell, Lila felt clumsy. She felt awkward. She felt like a rank beginner. Eventually, when her tongue was deep inside of Mistress Jade's pussy, she agreed to step down. She would work as a maid alongside Kerry, but she would pay attention and learn to be the Mistress she was intended to be. In the meantime, Mistress Jade had spanked her and pointed toward the dirty dishes. As for Kerry, she was giddy that she now had a fellow maid -- more or less -- to work with. The workload was half the size. Kerry loved Lila, and she wanted to see her succeed. But it would be one less paddle on her ass for the time being. And Jade? Jade felt even more like royalty with two sissies bowing and scraping. Lila, in particular, was pleasing with her tongue. The girl had some natural lesbian tendencies. And she looked cute in a uniform. Jade felt however that Kerry needed work. She bought her a butt plug -- that locked, too. She bought herself a strap-on dildo. She took Kerry to a glory hole at a gay bar-restaurant on the East side. She smiled. Kerry was cleaning better, and her cooking was excellent. He would never iron very well, but hell, she had Lila for that. Hell, she wasn't paying them. Why not have two maids? Why not have a house full of servants? After all, she was Jade. She was in charge. * * It should be said: Life became somewhat more orderly under Mistress Jade. She was an accomplished domme, used to handling sissies, and both Kerry and Lila were usually on point when she gave them commands. One day, Kerry did the laundry and Lila did the bathroom floors, Kerry did the dishes and Lila cooked, Kerry did the bedrooms and Lila did the vacuuming. She had each in matching uniforms, depending on the day. And with Lila, there was the possibility each could help with the other's makeup and hair. But Lila didn't take to a life of servitude the way Kerry did. She was never happy doing the chores she thought were beneath her. In her heart, she was still a mistress -- Kerry's mistress. Kerry was a grape-masher; she was a grape drinker. "You know what she did to me today?" Lila would say. "What?" "She bought me a fucking vagina plug. I've got it in right now." "Yes, ma'am. I've had a butt plug in all week Mine has a fox tail." "It's not the same thing!" "Yes, ma'am." "I have a chastity belt." "I have a cock cage." "She has me wear a leather hood." "Yes, ma'am. I have a leather collar." "She fucked me with a strap on dildo!" "The black one? I call him LeBron. The left nut isn't as big as the right one." "She had my nipples pierced." "She's making mine grow first." "A thigh tattoo?" "My eyeliner is tattooed." "She loaned me to one those twins she knows. Jerry." "I was lent to Larry." "I sucked Paul off ... three times." "Five." Lila took a deep breath. "Does she ever give you away?" "What?" "Last Thursday. She took me downtown, remember? Well, we walked up to a policeman, and she said I would give him a blowjob. He thought she was kidding. But she found a homeless man, and she made the same offer. I blew him, Kerry. I blew a guy in a bar and an Uber driver. It was degrading. I was a street whore, but I didn't get paid. Mistress Jade said she was reaching me from the ground up. You want to hear the sad part? I liked it." Kerry touched her shoulder. "It's just skin, Lila. It doesn't matter. Not to us." Lila dried a tear. "I was supposed to be her student," she. Said. "I was supposed to be learning. Instead, I'm a maid, too." "Then surrender," Kerry said. "Accept our fate." Lila shook her head. "I can't," she said. "But I'll get us out of here. You wait." "What else can I do but wait?" "You could quit." Kerry stared at her "And leave you? Even if I could quit, why would I do that? I'm not like you, Lila. I'm a sissy. Down deep." She nodded. "Then stay with me. She keeps saying that I'll get back to being a domme. Maybe she's serious." "And maybe the earth will reverse course around the sun. Maybe birds will forget how to fly." She reached out and squeezed Kerry's hand. Kenny's. It felt reassuring. He really did love Lila, no matter what her station in life, no matter what color her uniform, no matter how well she scrubbed a toilet. They might be two lost souls, as the song said, but they had found something in each other. * * The days rolled on. The calendar turned over. The seasons changed. And still, Lili and Kerry curtsied through the days. They were her maids, for all that means. She fed the,, and she clothed them, and she took turns being sexually pleased by them It became routine for both. One Saturday night, Mistress Jade had another party. And, as we served, she announced that there would be a "suck off." She would pick two members of her party, and they would sit in facing chairs, and her maids would compete with blowing them. The "winner" was the domestic who could make her gladiator come the fastest. She would stay in the game, while another challenger would take the other's place. "You've heard of the Hunger Games?" she said. "I call this the "Thirst Game. Some lucky sissy will swallow a gallon of sperm tonight. The record in nine men in a row." A sissy named Ruby was first. She was going against Amy. Silently, Kerry thought Ruby would win. And she did. She brought her gladiator off in minutes. But in the second round. Ruby lost to Daisy, who then beat Gloria. The crowd was chanting, and Mistress Jade was beaming. And then it was Kerry's turn. She knelt on the pillow and looked up. A beefy white man named James sat in front of her. Behind her, Gloria was on her knees in front of a guy named Don. Kerry didn't go straight for the cock. She whipped her hair over it, and she whispered how big it was, and she slurped it like an ice cream. James came almost immediately. The other maids congratulated Kerry, who looked at Lila and winked. This was a shrewd technique picked up along the way. It isn't how fast you suck off a guy, or how hard. It's how excited you can get him. Kerry sucked, and she licked, and she swallowed.Time and again, he got men off with her mouth. Some of the dicks were bigger than others, and some were slightly curved, and some were black and some were Hispanic. But every time Kerry won, it meant that Lila didn't have to compete. In Kerry's mind, she was still serving her Mistress. Ah, but dick-sucking is largely a game of chance, and eventually, Sue Ellen found a premature ejaculator named Benny. As soon as her lips met Benny's skin, he came. Kerry had lost. She had set a record with 11 dicks, but she was only an also-ran. Lila stood in front of a man named Lee. He motioned for her to kneel, but she did not. She wavered, but she seemed to gather her strength. She stood taller. She seemed stronger. "Not today," she said. "Beat me if you want, but today, we spit out all sperm. I have called the police about all of this sex trafficking. They will be here soon. Today, the sissies stand together." It was Braveheart. It was Rocky. It was every touring speech in every underdog movie ever maid. The sissies seemed frightened out of their wits, but Mistress Delilah's voice was so strong they could not leave her. Lee scurried away. Lila raised an eyebrow. "He's the commissioner," someone explained. Mistress Jade rose. She clapped slowly. "Well played, my pet," she said. "I was wondering how long it would take for you to grow a backbone. Because that's what being a Mistress is. It's having the balls to say you won't swallow shit any more. It's attitude and command of your fate." She raised her hand. "All hail Mistress Delilah," she said. "She has returned." The crowd cheered. Me, too. I thought I could suck my way out of my predicament. But Mistress Delilah had been more cunning. You beat the devil by being the devil. She won a game of depravity by being willing to be the most depraved. Mistress Delilah was sitting in a chair next to Mistress Jade now. It was her deserved throne. She seemed regal and powerful. "Sissy Kerry," she said in a strong voice. "Kerry, come sit at my feet. You are mine again." Kerry knelt. Mistress Delilah dropped her hand on Kerry's shoulder, and she felt her power surge through her fingertips. Kerry soaked in her wisdom. She felt her strength, professional grade at last. She was small, so small, but her Mistress was a giant. Nobody fucks with Mistress Delilah. She was home. Copyright (c) 2019, Cassandra Morgan.