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A Bet To Lose, Chapter 9 free porn video
Zoe thought about the phrase 'new normal', which she'd overheard on the
news. Some, not all, parts of the country were being told to accept
lockdowns as the 'new normal', with varying degrees of success. She had
accepted her brother's 'new normal' state, and she didn't even blink
when, wearing his jingling dress, he asked her to braid up his hair and
make up his face so he'd look cute for his girlfriend. Her brother was
a sissy, and that's just how he was. She just wished Caroline hadn't
been working that day; chat was one thing, but she wanted her normal
day to involve time with Leslie, not just for the awkward sex but for
the close cuddling, the talking, the feeling of togetherness that
Richard only had to walk a mile, in his pretty Mary Janes and jingling
socks, to enjoy.
Richard took a familiar, paved path, fearing nothing in the mid-
morning, smiling happily as he jingled along. He wondered how many
people were watching him, how many despised him, how many envied him. A
bicyclist was coming and he gave the man room to pass; instead, the man
slowed to a stop eight feet away. "Hey, kid, did you lose a bet or
something?" he asked with a look of real concern. Maybe he could tell
that Richard was a male, but it wasn't like many females dressed like
that, either.
The question was so on-the-nose that Richard felt obligated to give a
real answer. "Sort of," he decided on. "I lost on purpose." He gave the
cyclist a big smile, and abruptly, the man's expression turned from
concerned to mirthful, and he laughed as he rode on his way. It wasn't
clear whether he was laughing at him for wanting to dress that way, or
laughing in relief that Richard wasn't being pressured into it.
Probably both. Richard gave a sissy, wiggling-fingers wave that the man
couldn't see and continued to walk along.
Knowing he was coming without even having to read the Squad chat, Susie
waited patiently, sitting on the couch and watching videos. Right after
letting Whiskers spend some time out of the house that morning, she had
decided to leave the femdom chat she'd been in after reading some
disturbing overnight messages. It wasn't good to spend time in a place
like that if someone knew she was underage, even though the guy she'd
used for delivery probably wasn't dumb enough to talk about that. (Then
again, he had been loose-lipped enough to tell her about that business
with the ten-year-olds...) But more importantly, the things they were
advising each other - and her - to do were equal parts manipulative and
outright vicious, many involving physical and/or chemical abuse, and
she was also fairly sure that more than half of the supposed females
were actually men describing their masochistic fantasies, and that was
before all the insane findom shit. Straight to hell with all of them,
she decided; she was not going to lose her dear Ricky by following
malevolent advice. She wouldn't even tell him that she had been there
at all.
The doorbell rang, and there he was, all pretty and cute and made up,
and he curtsied to her with a jingle of bells and a big smile on his
face, gently pushing Whiskers, who was rubbing against his calves.
"Good morning, Your Highness," he said in as pretty a voice as he
could. No, she was definitely not going to risk losing him.
"Why, good morning, Ricky," she said in her princess tone. She decided
that she'd only break character that day if he broke it first - which
was unlikely - or she absolutely had to. "You may enter." As soon as
both her pets came in together, she closed and locked the door behind
them, then without a hint of hesitation, she flipped up his pretty
dress to see what he had on underneath. "And what are those?"
"My underwear," he admitted. "I don't have any more diapers at home.
Please diaper me, Your Highness."
"Of course, sweetie. Lie down. Whiskers, out of the way." She shooed
her cat from behind him, he set his glittery backpack to the side, and
she diapered him right there on the carpet, sliding off his boxer
shorts and putting on a diaper, plastic pants, and diaper cover while
pretending to ignore his growing erection. "And what is in your
backpack?"
"My rainbow boy clothes and sneakers, just in case." Even the knee-high
boots were a little much if he was going to appear to be a mostly
ordinary boy. "And my heels, too."
"Oh? And why did you bring those?" she asked with an imperious air.
"To help me take daintier steps, Your Highness," he replied
submissively, clutching his hands in front of him.
"Such a good little maid! Put them on, and I will give you another
reminder to be meticulous." As he unbuckled his Mary Janes and put his
heels on, she retrieved ribbons from the table; two of them went onto
his pigtails in big, floppy bows, but she tied the third around each of
his ankles as she had before, leaving him eight inches of slack so that
he could carefully climb stairs. "There. That will make sure you take
your time doing your chores."
"Thank you, Your Highness. That will be a big help." He got up and gave
her another, restricted, curtsey. "May I please clean your bathroom?"
"Bathrooms, plural, but you certainly may. Come along, and I'll show
you how I've been doing it."
Richard gasped dramatically, theatrically holding his hand to his face.
"Your Highness! You've had to do such things yourself?!" he asked in
feigned horror as he jingled and minced behind her with his limited
steps, trying to keep up as she led him up the stairs. The diaper and
cover were pushing his legs apart while the ribbon kept his legs
together, making his walking even more childish and clumsy.
"Yes, that's right. Good help was so hard to find," she replied with an
exaggerated sigh.
"That's so terrible, Your Highness. I should be doing all these chores
for you."
"You will soon enough, little maid. In time, I will show you how to do
everything here."
The first thing he noticed was the pacifier gag sitting on the toilet,
but she opened up the compartment under the sink, which held a pair of
versatile cleaning gloves sat under the sink, as did a small bucket,
three different sponges, and three powerful, concentrated cleaning
compounds: one for tubs and sinks, one for tile, and one for metal. The
bathrooms in Susie's house weren't just tile floors; they were tile
walls as well. She pointed out what went where, and told him
specifically to clean every surface, and once he understood and didn't
have any questions, she reminded him that little maids didn't need to
talk while they worked and strapped his pacifier in. She kissed him on
his pacifier and left him to his housework in his restrained feet and
jingly dress.
He noticed some spots on the mirror and realized that she hadn't
specified what to do for glass, but the tile cleaner was labeled as
also being used for that, so he started there, cleaning it thoroughly,
making sure not to leave streaks and smiling behind his pacifier at his
pretty reflection as he had before. He looked so cute! He opened up the
medicine cabinet, and there was nothing in there but Susie's electric
razor, so he set that down and used diluted tub cleaner for the inside
of the cabinet as well. Then the sink, and then the faucets with the
metal cleaner, making everything very shiny. He did the light fixtures
and plugs very, very carefully, glad that he was wearing gloves. Then
he turned his attention to the tub.
As he diligently worked, sitting on the edge of the hot tub and making
sure to scrub away every last bit of grime, Richard didn't realize he
was having second thoughts until he was well into the middle of having
second thoughts. It wasn't the jingly dress, diaper, pacifier, high
heels, or ankle ribbons that were doing it; it was the fact that she
clearly intended to regularly command him to do real housework for the
foreseeable future, particularly because he'd volunteered for it. He
didn't have to keep to that, if he really didn't want to. He could just
go get his boy clothes, take this stuff off, and tell her that he
really couldn't do this anymore; hell, if he were so inclined, he could
just go home and never talk to any of them about any of this ever
again, even his sister. There was nothing, nothing at all, that could
prevent him from simply giving up and going home, sex and relationships
be damned. He recognized the feeling very well. He'd done such things
before, on a much smaller scale. These flare-ups of unease and anxiety
were part of what made him inclined to quit things and cut ties,
although they had usually resulted in him simply not getting involved
with anyone or anything to begin with.
But, then again, what would he have been doing otherwise as a thirteen-
year-old in the summer, pandemic or no? Surfing the Internet, reading
despicable tales and looking at vile images, real and unreal, that
would only leave him with a bad taste in his mouth, hating both himself
and the people responsible for them? Trying to make sense of the news,
which was getting more surreal every day no matter who he listened to?
Playing single-player video games in which he pretended to be wearing a
pretty dress, when he was actually wearing one? He still usually played
a couple hours of Starcraft every evening before bed, and he realized
that, on average, he was getting more exercise as a sissy than he
usually did as an ordinary boy! Most of his old habits had left him
with nothing but a feeling of wasted time and important things left
undone. His new ones were, at the very least, giving his girlfriend a
cleaner house.
Moreover, she wanted him to do it and she was happy that he was doing
it, and, for him, that was the most important thing in the world.
Holy crap, had he just been seriously considering going 'Fuck this shit
I'm out', losing Susie and everything else important to him, over
keeping her house clean - especially when she kept giving him
everything he ever wanted?!
Mentally calling himself all sorts of names as he suckled on his
pacifier, promising himself that she would never have any idea that
such thoughts had entered his mind, Richard diligently continued to
thoroughly scrub the grime off of Susie's hot tub - it only took a
couple of wipes to get the surface sparkling like new - kneeling as he
scrubbed so that his cute heels wouldn't scrape the inside of the tub,
his bells rhythmically jingling with his back-and-forth motions. With
his ankles kept so close together, he had to carefully scoot over the
side of the tub, the bells on his socks jingling, but he retrieved the
metal cleaner and proceeded to clean the faucets. The drain grate
popped out, so he did both sides of that and then ran the pipe snake
down that drain for good measure. The sink was easier, and the toilet
wasn't difficult either, but then he realized that Susie had told him
to clean the tiles with a sponge rather than a mop. He obediently did
so, starting with the walls, his heels clacking against the tiles on
the floor while his pretty dress jingled, going back and forth and
making everything shiny. (He realized that the door was ajar and that
Susie could hear him working.) He carefully cleaned the floor as well,
wiping behind the toilet and being careful not to box himself in, as he
was still crawling on his knees, the bells of his sissy dress brushing
against the tile, smiling at a job well done.
Oh! Of course! He still had two more bathrooms to clean. He was so glad
that Susie had such a big house. Sissies like him needed lots of
housework to do, after all. Carefully carrying the cleaning supplies,
he minced across the hall to the second upstairs bathroom, hearing the
music of one of Susie's videos downstairs.
She heard the jingle of his bells as well. "Wait," she commanded him,
and he obediently stood there, suckling on his pacifier and waiting for
her to come up. "Let's see how good of a job you did." She led him back
to the bathroom he had just finished cleaning, and she blinked in
surprise. He had honestly done a very good job - he'd even done the
inside of the medicine cabinet! He'd done as much of the tile walls as
he could reach. Her original plan was to find some visible fault with
what he did and then promise to punish him once he was done. But what
was she going to do, yell at him for not touching the high ceiling? She
had already resolved never to play the stupid dominant game of being
pointlessly cruel to him over nothing. "You did wonderfully! If you
keep going like this, there's definitely a reward in it for you," she
said instead. 'Punishment' and 'reward', of course, were two roads that
led to the same destination. She patted him on his diaper and he
happily minced down the hall to the other bathroom.
The second bathroom was more difficult than the first. Almost no one
had used it in a long while, and Susie had not been cleaning it. It
wasn't gas-station filthy, and it was fortunately smaller, but even
with the powerful chemical, the grime in the regular-sized bathtub
required serious scrubbing with the rough side of the sponge to the
point that his arms started to ache. He chuckled behind his pacifier at
the idea that being a sissy was actually going to put muscle on him.
The toilet was the same way, and he flushed dirty brown crud down
multiple times as he worked, very glad he was wearing gloves. He
realized that he had to... well, other boys would have said 'use the
toilet' or 'go to the bathroom'. But he was wearing his pink, poofy
diaper, so he used that instead.
To his relief, the third, downstairs bathroom was nearly spotless
already and required very little work. As he finished up, he heard
boiling water and smelled something cooking. Suckling on his pacifier,
he curtsied to her and gestured to the simmering pot.
She giggled. "I don't need your help, we're just having rice with
salmon. Go put the cleaning stuff away and then you can set the table."
He obediently did so, carefully mincing back up and back down the
stairs with the little steps that he was getting used to taking, then
putting silverware and dishes next to two close-together dining room
seats. He put the fish-laden rice into bowls for each of them and then
brought out a pitcher of iced tea as well, and, complimenting him on
what a good sissy he was, she unbuckled his pacifier so that he could
eat.
"Your Highness, may I please have a pair of soft kneepads?" Richard
asked as soon as it was out. This was a Rule 1 violation, but they were
a ways past that.
"Oh, of course, Ricky. You're going to be spending a lot of time on
your knees, and we wouldn't want them to be chafed. i'll see if we can
get a pair next time we go out." He smiled at her.
They ate the delicious meal together, enjoying each other's company,
and Susie simply reached under his jingly dress and felt his diaper
under the cover and plastic pants. "Oh my. You're wet. You were in the
middle of three different bathrooms and you still went in your diaper.
Why did you do such a thing, Ricky?"
"Because I'm a baby who belongs in diapers, Your Highness."
"That's right, Ricky. I'm so glad you remembered." She leaned over and
kissed him on the cheek, and they finished their food, occasionally
feeding each other bites.
"So, what's this reward you were talking about?" Richard asked once
they were done eating.
"More chores, of course," she said haughtily. "Come along, sissy boy.
Your chores are this way." She left the dirty dishes on the table.
These particular chores had to be done immediately. He reached for his
pacifier. "Ah-ah-ah, leave that there. These chores require the use of
your mouth." She led him upstairs and into her bedroom, and it was the
first time he'd actually seen it.
He'd almost expected it to be pink and girly, with lots of stuffed
animals, but instead it was very tastefully decorated. The walls were
hardwood paneling with intricate tapestries of landscape scenes across
the walls. Books - not all of them in English - half-filled a
bookshelf, and Richard was certain that she'd actually read them. An
obviously expensive tower computer, complete with gamer chair, sat at
the far wall, and he wondered if she was putting the GPU to good use.
Although the blankets were royal purple rather than pink, the bed was
the regal four-poster kind he had envisioned, and it was, again,
covered in towels.
"My toes need to be cleaned, Ricky," she told him, turning up her nose
in a haughty expression. "And do not wear your heels on my bed." He
obediently took them off as she removed her socks. She placed her toes
to his face, giving him a good look at his task. She did not use nail
polish; instead, her toes were kept neatly and regularly trimmed. He
obediently licked and sucked on her toes, licking all the imagined
grime off them thoroughly, tasting her sweat and feeling very enjoyably
subservient, kissing her feet multiple times in the process.
"I'm sure you love the taste, but you need something better to suckle
on," she told him once her toes had been lightly covered with his
saliva. "Up here, Ricky. Your next chore is to suckle on Mommy's
breasts." Of course, Susie wasn't actually lactating, but he obediently
suckled on her nipple anyway, licking a little bit, remembering to be
gentle, pretending he was teasing milk out. She petted his pigtails and
kissed him on top of his head, and after a little while, she moved him
to her other breast.
She pulled off her skirt and panties, then pulled down his plastic
pants and diaper cover and untaped his wet diaper. He wasn't just wet;
he was also definitely sweaty down there from a combination of triple
layers and hard work, his balls hanging very loose. She thoroughly
wiped him down with a towel. "Your next chore is to fuck me," she said
simply. Of all the commands that a teenage girl could give her
boyfriend, that was the undisputed emperor of them all, and after so
much teasing and contact, he was definitely ready to go.
It was the missionary position, a nominally dominant position even
though his legs were still tied with ribbons, as he was on top of her,
thrusting for the first time in his life as she clenched around him and
they gasped together. She wrapped her legs around him and they kissed
passionately and repeatedly, lost in each other. She came, and he heard
that deep moan for the first time, and he came as well, and he kissed
her once more and nearly collapsed on top of her.
Richard resolved that from then on, his paranoia and caution would be
entirely put to work in strengthening their relationship instead. If
that turned out to be a mistake, there was no good future for him after
that point anyway; he figured that, if anything went south after this,
he actually would go 'Fuck this shit, I'm out' and end his own life.
Susie almost laughed in his embrace, comparing her experience to the
nonsense she had read that morning. She had no patience for anything
relating to some sort of imagined sexual hierarchy. Alpha males,
cuckolded husbands, full-time maids in chastity? Evil bullshit, all of
it. His place was right where he was, with her ribbons around his
ankles and in his pigtailed hair, smelling of male sweat and bathroom
cleaners. Well, okay, the smells could be nixed, and her toes were a
little bit sticky too. "Bath time," she told him, undoing his pigtails,
gently pushing him off of her, and sitting up to untie his ankle
ribbons, setting them and his diaper coverings on the bed.
They bathed together as they had before, washing each other in the very
clean tub. She noticed that Richard was looser this time, easier, less
subtly pent-up. He was getting used to this, and it was definitely
something he could get used to. "Ricky, do you want to keep doing this
forever?" Susie asked him, very seriously with no roleplay in her
voice.
It was like she was reading his mind! "With you, yes, I really do," he
replied. "I mean, I'll have to be a regular boy sometimes, but I really
love being your sissy." She nodded. A thought he hadn't considered
entered his mind. "Do you want to keep doing this forever, too?"
She kissed him on the lips. "Of course I do." He heard a different sort
of 'I do' in that and realized that what he had was, barring some
horrific tragedy, actually forever. He was completely, even the scary,
reticient, combative, and dangerous parts of himself, in love with her.
When they were done bathing, drying, and brushing each other's teeth
again, she asked him if he knew how to put his hair into pigtails by
himself yet.
"I've been practicing," he said, smiling, showing her how he was doing
it last night. She giggled. She'd gone through her own pigtails phase,
when her mother was still alive, and his attempt looked much like her
first few tries before she'd really gotten it down. She considered
telling him to braid his own pigtails anyway, even if they were too
loose and poorly done, because that would make him look even more like
a little girl in its own way, but babies had their hair done by their
caregivers so she did them for him again, putting the ribbons back on
his pigtails after she'd completely redressed him, his dress jingling
once more, light, sweet makeup on his face, a fresh diaper on his
groin, her ribbons back on his ankles just under the bells on his
socks, and his heels back on his feet. He minced back downstairs to do
the dishes, and she found a few things for them to watch together, and
as they watched, she texted the Squad about what a good helper he was
and how he'd done the bathrooms. Richard blushed but didn't protest. It
wasn't like they didn't already know he was a sissy. Time flew again,
and eventually Richard had to start going home before his mom did, and
so he got up with a kiss.
"Is that how you're going out? In your high heels with my ribbon around
your ankles?" Susie asked him, giggling.
"I would love to, Your Highness, but I think I would get in trouble if
I did."
"Unfortunately, you would. Turn around, keep your knees straight, and
take them off yourself," she commanded him. This basically made him
touch his toes, stretching his legs and providing her with a wonderful
view of his thickly padded bottom, and he fully expected her to spank
it. Instead, she patted it lightly, causing a loud crinkle. "Hmmm... we
shall leave the covers here and you may simply wear your diaper home."
Judging from all the sweat earlier, things had been getting too warm
down there for him. "Your other underwear is in your backpack with the
rest of your..." She feigned an aristocratic shudder and a tone of
disdain. "...boy clothes." She helped him step out of the plastic pants
and diaper cover, taking them and the ankle ribbons from him, and he
swapped his heels for his Mary Janes, which were right where he'd left
them. Putting his heels into his backpack, he noticed an extra diaper
in there as well. "Now go and skip along home, little maid."
Purse and backpack on, he curtsied to her with a melodious jingle.
"Yes, Your Highness. Thank you for letting me do your chores!"
"You are very welcome. Fear not; I shall need your services again." And
again, and again, and again, Susie knew, feeling a deep glee in her
heart of owning something utterly priceless. No one online, in that
abandoned femdom chat nor any other, knew what she had, nor would they.
She watched, with an enormous smile on her face, as he took her command
literally and skipped down the street in the sunny afternoon without a
care in the world, just like the precious little girl he looked like.
He knew for sure, then, that was his daily life, as long as her father
wasn't home and his mother was at work. He started thinking that he'd
be her sissy just for the summer, but he knew better, as his school was
almost certainly going fully online this year; he'd have to ask about
hers, as she certainly had never set foot inside a public school. If he
was trapped, he never, ever wanted to be rescued, he thought to himself
as his bells told the whole neighborhood that there was a pretty little
girly boy skipping down the path.
Changing into a shirt and pants for his mother's arrival, barely
remembering to wash off the makeup and undo his pigtails, he felt like
a quick game of competitive Starcraft, and he burst out laughing after
he'd ground his opponent down into the dirt, winning himself a place in
the Master league. Oh, if only that poor soul had known what had just
happened and who he'd just lost to!
After dinner with his mother, who was glad her children were staying
out of trouble - and his sister, who knew better - he finished up his
Niven, practiced his pigtails until he got frustrated, and climbed into
bed, dreaming of what tomorrow would bring.
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