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Coming Home - Part 4 I had lost count of the trips up and down the stairs. My poor legs were shaking as I approached Miss Trisha's photo. Passing Mrs. Linda's office, she motioned with her finger for me to come in. "Yes ma'am," I replied, standing in front of her desk. She was sitting comfortably in her leather office chair. It took a few seconds, but she looked up from the computer screen and smiled. "How is your task coming dear?" she asked in a voice sweet as honey. With a curtsy and a smile, I replied. "I am almost finished Mistress, only a couple of trips left ma'am." My voice was cheerful and bright even though my feet and legs ached terribly. "That is wonderful dear, scurry along and finish. When you are done, please report back to me," she told me, then looking back she said, "Your lips are a bit messy, but you have done a wonderful job." "Thank you Mistress!" I replied with another bobble and then I turned and rushed away, making sure to waggle and wiggle my behind as I minced towards the den. With renewed energy I approached Miss Trisha's photograph and applied fresh lipstick and gloss, using the compact mirror to stay as neat as possible. I bent in a little at the waist and kissed the bottom corner, filling the frame completely. I replaced the cosmetics back in the little pink bag and then put that in Mrs. Linda's purse. My curtsy was deep, daintily holding out the edges of my skirt, lowering my eyes. "Thank you, Miss Trisha," I said brightly, looking at the picture of the beautiful woman. She had her mother's features, but her hair was longer with a younger style. With one last curtsy to show my newly founded respect for her I turned and began my wiggle-mince upstairs. Ascending the stairs, I concentrated on wiggling and swinging my arm while the other draped over the top of Linda's dark brown Burberry tote bag, making sure to keep my wrist limp as well. Entering the bedroom and approaching the picture of Mrs. Linda covered neatly with pink lipstick kisses I bobbled a curtsy out of respect and then removed the cosmetic case and performed the application of lipstick and gloss one last time. Holding my hands out and bending over deeply I took my time with this last kiss, making sure the lip print was perfect. Standing back up I replaced everything in the purse and then gave my Mistress a deep curtsy. "Thank you Mistress," I cheerfully told her image, followed by yet another curtsy. Quickly mincing back down the stairs I went directly to Mrs. Linda's office as she had instructed me. Standing in front of her door I knocked gently and waited. "Come in Eloise," Came her answer to my knock. Entering the room, I immediately bobbled in a deep curtsy, making sure to lift the edges of my skirt out and keep my actions as effeminate as possible. My eyes were focused on the floor in front of me, but I heard her chair pushing back. "Oh Eloise, that was a lovely curtsy. All the practice has most definitely paid off. I can tell that you took this little exercise to heart. You may stand and look up now dear," she told me, sounding pleased which made my heart swell with joy. Curtsying again I replied, "Thank you Mistress." "What have you learned today Eloise?" she asked me. Then pausing she added, "There is no wrong answer dear. I want you to be honest with me. There will be no additional punishments for your answers." "Yes, Mistress. I have learned how to walk in my heels and feel much more natural in them now. I have also learned that heels can be tiring to the feet and have much more respect for women who wear them regularly. I have learned to walk while swishing and swaying my tush. I have learned to love curtsying when I am before my Mistress or another superior. I learned how to apply lipstick and gloss although I think I need more practice since it is all outside of my lips and messy right now," I said, smiling happily. "Very nice Eloise but you missed the most important lesson of all," Linda told me as she took a step towards me. I began shaking, she had said that there were no wrong answers, but I was so upset because I had missed something important. I was on the verge of begging for more punishment because I thought that would placate her and prevent something terrible from happening. "You have begun to learn to accept my commands cheerfully and without question dear, that will be so important as you continue on with this wonderful sissy journey," With those words she took me in her arms and gave me a hug. "Now I think it is time for my little sissy to get cleaned up and ready for bed. Run to my room and sit at the dressing table and I will come in to unlock you so you can wash up and relieve yourself," she told me. "Yes Mistress," I answered with a bobble and turned to scurry off to her bedroom. It felt so good when Mrs. Linda unlocked the shoes from my feet. My poor toes had been scrunched up for so long. I sighed when the first one slid off. Looking up at me with a little laugh Linda said, "Oh Eloise, these were your comfortable shoes, the ones you get to wear when you have been a very good girl." She broke into laughter as my eyes got wide with surprise. How could those be my comfortable shoes? I thought to myself, and just what would uncomfortable shoes be like? When I was undressed down to my panties Linda had me go wash my face, brush my teeth, and relieve myself. "Your things will be in the drawers under the far vanity Eloise," she called after me. It struck me as I was washing my face, I had three drawers of toiletries and such in Mrs. Linda's bathroom! Not in Megan's old room. This thought was prevalent in my mind as I carefully washed my face. "I want you to start taking better care of your skin, especially your face," Mrs. Linda said as she walked up behind me. "After washing I want you to moisturize and use some products that will help rejuvenate and make your skin beautiful," she told me, pointing to a bottle with a pump and a jar of cream. "This one is an anti-aging serum with retinoids. The other is a glycolic acid that will stimulate collagen renewal. Tomorrow I will start showing you how to apply makeup. I never want to see you without makeup on dear. Your foundation will have sunscreen which is also important." "Yes Mistress," I said, the confusion evident in my voice. She smiled, sitting down on the stool next to the double vanity. "Don't be intimidated dear. I know it is a lot right now, but I insist that since you are a sissy you must always be properly dressed. This will include makeup," As Linda spoke, she used her fingers to gently brush the hair away from my eyes. "You want to be Mrs. Linda's pretty little sissy doll, don't you?" "I will try my best to learn, Mistress. Yes ma'am, I want to be pretty for you," I stammered, looking down. My button was straining against the chastity cage causing me to fidget. As hard as the lipstick kisses had been today, I had tried to get an erection the entire time. It had been so exciting, every kiss, every curtsy. "Mistress, may I talk freely?" I asked, almost hoping she would tell me no. "Yes dear, you may. I don't want you to think that you can't confide in me. You cannot hide any secrets; I will not allow that," Her voice was genuine and warm. I could feel the heat in my cheeks as my face began to blush. I could not believe what I was about to say. "I...well...I wanted to say...Thank you Mistress for my training today. I realize how wrong what I did in Miss Megan's bed last night was, and how self-centered I had become. I don't know how to say this but...I..." My words were halting and barely above a whisper. Lifting my chin and looking into my eyes Linda gave me a reassuring smile. "It's okay dear, what are you trying to say. Just come out with it. I promise I will not be upset with you." In a rush the words came out, I wanted to say them before I got scared again. "Mistress, I can't explain it but today has been wonderful. Even when my little feet were hurting, and I was walking up and down the stairs. Every time I came to one of the pictures, I was rewarded by seeing either you or Miss Trisha. It was so embarrassing the way you made me dress and walk, but...for the first time ever...I felt happy. Thank you ma'am," As the words gushed out of me, I felt my button struggling in a futile attempt to grow against the security of the steel chastity cage. There was another warm hug from Linda. As her arms wrapped around me and her cheek pressed against mine, she whispered. "Such a good little sissy. Doesn't it feel nice to be all pretty and to not have to worry about anything but being docile and obedient? I just knew you were a sissy at heart." With a quick kiss to the forehead Linda said, "Let's show you to your new special place and get sissy Eloise tucked into bed. You have a very busy day tomorrow. Take off those dirty panties and toss them in the laundry hamper." With a quick pop on my bare tush, she hustled me out of the bathroom and back to the bedroom where she directed me to the door to her closet. "This is where I keep all the pretty things I own," she said as she opened the sliding double doors. Gasping, I looked inside. I had never seen anything like this before. The closet itself was massive, almost as large as her bedroom. The walls were lined in shelves, clothes racks, drawers, and shoe cubbies. I watched as she reached over to what looked like a smart tablet mounted on the wall. Sliding her finger along it turned on back lighting on all the shelves and cubbies. In the soft glow the majesty of her closet was put on full display. With a smile she reached over, pulling out the top drawer in a stack of four revealing neatly folded panties, all in a row. A soft light shone down into the drawer itself. "Ohhhh..." I moaned, the breathtaking beauty of it all was overwhelming. A combination of the soft scent of cedar and a hint of a light floral perfume almost made me swoon. "You like this don't you sissy?" she asked, her voice a husky whisper in my ear. "Keep walking dear. Would it excite you if I told you that maintaining my closet will now become your responsibility?" "Thank you Mistress," I sighed, still absorbed in the luxury surrounding me. As she led me further into this wonderland of feminine clothing, I saw that up ahead there were walls and shelves of purses and shoes. The smells subtly changed to the soft scent of fine leather. In the center of this back part of the closet was a small bed. It looked a bit like the things that you lay down on in a doctor's office. The bottom portion was shiny white and chrome. The bottom had a huge, deep, full-length drawer. Above that was a cabinet door and to the side of that were 4 smaller drawers. The top was upholstered in shiny pink leather and looked like it could be manipulated, raising or lowering the head and foot sections. Circling the top bed portion were multiple chrome rings. A shiver went down my spine as I remembered her binding my hands to Miss Megan's bed. Though this was white, pink and pretty, it looked sinister. In fear I began to slowly back away from the apparatus and gently bumped into Mrs. Linda. Feeling her hands on my shoulder, she held me in place. "What's the matter sissy? Don't you like your bed, your new room here among all of my pretty things?" she asked while slowly moving me forward towards what she called a bed. "See over there, that shelf has all of my Fendi bags, below that are the Burberry ones. I love those so much. See over there, Prada and Dior. To your left are the Yves Saint Laurent. On the right are all my lovely everyday bags; Coach, Michael Kors, Kate Spade, Dooeny. You are here amongst my most prized items sweetheart. I began to shake, "It scares me Mistress," I almost cried. I felt so helpless and the tall white and pink structure looked scary to me. Still standing behind me she wrapped her arms around me and gave me a gentle squeeze. "Shhhhh, don't let this worry you dear, there is no need to be scared. Come, let's go have a seat on it," she whispered. There was a little chrome and pink step stool that I used to help me get up to on the bed. The Pink leather cushioned top was a bit softer than it looked but it was much firmer than any bed I had slept on. Standing next to me Linda began to explain, "Look around you Eloise, you are surrounded by my purses, shoes, and boots. Isn't this just a sissy's dream? You are right next to my bedroom, well really this is part of my bedroom, just think of that." Still shaking, from both fear and from the cool, hard leather against my naked body I looked up at her. My voice sounded pitiful. "But...it looks like a doctor's table Mistress. You aren't going to do anything bad to me are you?" She smiled before she turned to the back wall of the closet and opened a drawer. Returning she handed me a pair of soft satin panties in bright pink with black lace trim and a champagne colored satin night gown. "No dear, despite what you think I love you dearly and would never hurt you or allow anyone to hurt you," she told me while helping me with the panties and gown. "That does not mean that I will not punish you when needed or indulge in forcing some very humiliating behaviors on you for my amusement. Although, if you are honest with yourself, you love the feeling of being humiliated don't you Eloise?" Feeling a little better after the warming effect of the gown and hearing her tell me that she loved me I managed a little smile. "Yes ma'am. I do. But I don't understand it. Even with Susan..." "Miss Susan," Linda corrected me. "Yes Mistress. Even with Miss Susan I loved doing things that were embarrassing. I remember how it felt to carry her purse for her when she went shopping. It was so embarrassing when she told her friends that I was her little slave when it came to making her toe and fingernails pretty. They would gush at what a lovely job I did and say things that made me blush." "I know dear," she said while opening the top drawer beneath the bed. Glancing in I saw an array of pink collars, buckles and straps all neatly arranged. "It is time for Sissy's to go to bed now," she told me. Reaching up she buckled heavy leather cuffs on both of my wrists and around my ankles. To each of these she attached a pink leather lead and hooked them to attachment points at the perimeter of the bed. This left me bound, my ankles pulled together and tied to the foot of the bed and my wrists pulled above my head. "This will keep you from moving around so much. I want you to lay here and rest." Touching a button, she began to raise the back of the bed platform just a little. Leaning in and giving me a soft kiss, she said, "Inclining your head up a little will make things more comfortable for you. Now, let me give you something to help you have sweet dreams." Straining my head to see what she was doing was impossible. When Linda came back into view, she was holding a light beige pair of panties. With a smile she placed them over my head, carefully positioning the cotton gusset panel over my nose and lips. The smell was intoxicating. Oh God! They were her panties! The realization struck me as she straightened her skirt, smoothing it down. "Just a little something to help you focus on what is important Eloise, night-night love," she told me while walking away. Just before the door closed the closet was plunged into darkness. I was left with the soft feel of satin on my body, the helpless feeling of being bound, and the scent of my Mistress against my lips. For the first part of the night my attempts at sleep were futile. Between the restraints and the scent of her constantly in my nose I could not relax. The worst was when my nose began to itch. I wanted so badly to scratch it but there was no way, bound as I was. I tried to wiggle my head to rub her panties against the irritating spot but to no avail. Blessedly, exhaustion won out and I drifted off to sleep. "Good morning sissy." I woke suddenly, forgetting that I was bound, I tried to sit upright but my restraints kept me in place. Blinking to clear my eyes there was a woman standing in front of me, it was my Mistress. "Did Eloise have a nice night's sleep?" she asked me while undoing the straps from the bed frame. "Yes Mistress," I whispered. "Very good, I am going to leave you in the care of someone special today so that she can show you all of the things you need to learn around the house. I will be gone but I expect you to obey her as if she was me. Do you understand?" Linda handed me all the pink bondage gear while she was talking to me. Pointing to the drawer it had come out of she said. "Go ahead and put this away then brush your teeth and I will have clothes laid out for you. Mitzi will help you with your makeup." The day went so fast for me. Mitzi was both focused and patient. For the day I was dressed identically to her in a black knee length maids dress. Not the ones that I had fantasized about but a practical cotton dress. Short sleeves and a white peter pan collar. One of the only sexy elements were the garters and hose coupled with the locking Mary Jane style heels that I wore. My hair had been gathered into a ponytail on the top of my head and was secured with a black satin ribbon. Mitzi's hair was incredible. It was like something from a Japanese anime character, incredibly long and full in a deep red color that contrasted with her bright green eyes. She wore it in a flipped over ponytail with thick tendrils drifting down to frame her face. Even with the doubled-up effect it reached to below her waist. That day we both worked very hard. She showed me where everything was in the house and walked me through all the details of how Mistress expected things to be done. Laundry, dishes, dusting, vacuuming, cleaning the bathrooms, we did everything. Our only break was thirty minutes for lunch. She had a bit of tuna salad on a bed of lettuce, but I was given a bowl of what looked to be oatmeal or porridge. I sat looking at the grey gruel in the small bowl with a frown. "What's wrong Eloise, are you not hungry?" she asked. "No ma'am Miss Mitzi, I am starved but, this doesn't look very good," I told her, instantly regretting my words. Would she think me unappreciative of what I was given? Mistress would have punished me for that. Quickly I put on a smile. "I am so sorry ma'am, that was rude of me. Please forgive a sissy," I begged. Her eyes lit up and a giggle escaped her pretty lips. "It's okay Eloise, I won't tell Mistress Linda that you complained. Your secret is safe with me," she whispered in my ear. "Your meal was specifically dictated by your Mistress, she said you were looking a little pudgy. I don't think so, but I promise that it is a balanced meal in a bowl, it's just tasteless." I rolled my lip out in a bit of a pout which only made her laugh again. Though she had worked me to the point of exhaustion I found myself liking Miss Mitzi quite a bit. The rest of the day was spent beginning to learn how to cook. I thought I knew how but Mitzi was incredible. She explained that I was allowed to taste the food for seasoning but if I did it too often, I might get punished for breaking my diet. That evening I was unlocked from my shoes and shown into Mrs. Linda's bathroom. I am sure that there have been times where a shower had felt better but at the moment I could not recall one. Sitting under the cascade of hot water, rubbing my tired feet was a little slice of heaven. Relaxing and thinking back on my day I decided that it had been a good one. Even though I was tired there was a feeling of accomplishment. I was proud of all I had done and learned. When Miss Mitzi told me she would be with me all week I was shocked. "Ma'am!" I had exclaimed. "Is there that much to learn?" With an expression of pity for me on her face she had touched my hand. "Oh yes Eloise, and so much more that I can't teach you in such a short time. Mistress Linda could only borrow me from my wife for one week." My mouth had almost hit the floor. Miss Mitzi was...she was a sissy? Once again, her bright green eyes lit up brightly. When she smiled it wasn't like most people who just use their mouth to smile, her joy radiated from her eyes, her lips and her whole body. "Yes Eloise, I am a sissy. My Mistress is Mrs. Brenda. She used to be my wife but now...well now we are much happier together," she said brushing an errant strand of her deep crimson hair out of her eyes. "Our Mistresses are very good friends so I hope we will get to see each other often. You are very nice...and pretty." I watched as she blushed deeply, turning her eyes away from me as she did. That was the memory I had when I heard the bathroom door open and shut. "Eloise, are you almost done? You are going to be shriveled up if you stay in any longer," I heard Mistress call out. In a panic, realizing I had dawdled too long I cried out, "I'm sorry Mistress, I will get out immediately!" Quickly I rinsed off ensuring there was no soap remaining. I had already shaved my legs and underarms. In a rush I dried, wrapping the towel around my chest and another smaller one in my hair. "I am out Mistress, I am sorry. I lost track of time and it felt so good," I apologized while brushing my teeth and then applying the night serum and cream as she had shown me the night before. Poking her head back in the bathroom she smiled. "You're not in trouble dear, make sure to relieve yourself and get ready for bed. When you are done go to your bed and wait," she told me before closing the door. After drying my hair and putting it into a ponytail I tossed the towels in the hamper and left the bathroom. Nudity was uncomfortable for me, and I found myself using my hands to shield my little cage as I went to my bed in her closet. The lights were already on but she was not there so I decided that kneeling next to the bed would be the right thing to do while I waited. It was only a few minutes before she walked in to join me. "I heard that you worked very hard today and that you were a very good learner. Is that true?" Linda asked me while going to the stack of drawers in the bottom rear of the closet. In a cheerful tone I responded to her, "Yes Mistress, we worked very hard today and I tried to learn. Miss Mitzi is a very patient teacher." She handed me a short teddy in a pale-yellow color. It was very silky and had a built-in bra. Sliding it on and adjusting the cups I was a little surprised that it only came to just above my chastity cage. "That is sweet dear. I do believe that you worked hard and put your heart into it. Keeping this house in order is a very big job but I know you are up to it. Now hop up on your bed dear," she said, patting the patent pink leather top. I sat with my legs dangling off the side feeling a little like a schoolgirl who was waiting to be called into the principal's office for being naughty. Turning while adjusting the short teddy so it was not bunched under me, I put my feet together and raised my wrists above my head awaiting the cuffs. With a smile she secured me the same as the previous night with one exception. Tonight, small padlocks were added. I couldn't have reached the buckles, so it didn't really make any difference. Not that I would have removed them even if I could. I could not imagine the wrath that I would have faced for doing something so silly. Leaning over and giving me a light kiss on the cheek Linda smiled. "You have come so far since the morning that you tried to walk out. I know that all of this is a little scary, but I also know that you are happy aren't you, Eloise?" I wanted to say no, that this was all wrong and that I was a boy, not a sissy. The fact was she was correct, today had been one of the best days I had had in years. I was given tasks to learn, and someone helped me so I could be successful. The other part that I didn't want to admit was that it was fun wearing the dress and knowing that I was working for Mrs. Linda. "Yes Mistress," I replied softly. "I think that a good sissy should get rewarded. It's not all punishment and work you know dear," she told me. Leaning over I strained in my bonds to watch as the delicate chain with the key to my cage slid from between her breasts. Smiling she fit the small key into the lock and slowly removed the cage and catheter tube but left the base ring behind my balls. At that moment I heard the closet door open and close again. There were footsteps! I struggled but was stretched more tightly than last night and could barely move. My eyes were wide with fear and apprehension. I saw Miss Mitzi walk up to the side of my bed. "Ooooo...she is so tiny," she cooed, watching as my erect button bounced around, finally free of its bondage. She looked back at Mrs. Linda. "May I Mistress?" I saw Linda reach down, coming up with her purse she sat it on my stomach. "Yes Mitzi, you may. However, if my sissy wiggles and allows my bag to fall to the floor I want you to stop immediately do you understand?" Looking at me with a smile Linda said. "I want you to concentrate on enjoying this, but I also want you to learn some control. The pleasure will continue if you can control your body and not wiggle around," Turning to Mitzi, she gave her a stern warning. "You are not allowed to touch my bag to steady it or stop if from falling." With a huge smile, still in her maids dress she lifted the hem and offered a deep curtsy. "Yes Mistress." "Good girl," Linda told her and gave Mitzi a little kiss on each cheek. "When you are done, if my poor sissy makes it to completion, you may then remove my bag, just put it on the table. I'm sure you can squeeze in with her on the bed, can't you?" With another curtsy Mitzi glanced back in my direction. "Yes Mistress, Thank you ma'am." As she left Linda dimmed the lights but left the soft accents on behind all the purses and shoes. "Mmmmm, Eloise has been a very good sissy today. Would you like a little reward?" Mitzi asked while turning back the front of my teddy. My mind was so conflicted. I had been in a state of constant excitement for more than a day. Everything had been sexually stimulating. The feeling of being out of the cage was wonderful. Looking at Mitzi, I wanted her to help me but...I was so ashamed. With startling clarity, I realized what I was ashamed of. It was because I was a sissy. "If you want me to, I can put your cage back on...If you don't like me," she told me. I could see the sadness and rejection in her eyes. It broke my heart that I was hurting her, she only wanted to do something nice for me. It wasn't her, It's me. I'm a sissy. I wanted to tell her. Tears welling up in my eyes, my words were pleading. "It's me, I'm a sissy. How can you even stand to touch me...there?" I asked her. My first thought was to wiggle and make Linda's purse slide off. That would solve the problem but if she knew I did it on purpose her feelings would still be hurt. Her eyes were still focused on my erection, it wasn't lust I saw in her eyes but fascination. "Why would you want to do this for me?" I asked. "Eloise, you don't understand how rare this is. Your mistress has given you permission to have relief, unsupervised. That is unheard of. She is so nice to you." "When...I mean...for you..." I stammered trying to find a kind way to ask my question. Closing her eyes, she whispered. "Three years, eight months, two days." How? I thought to myself. How could someone go so long? The realization broke over me like a wave, she didn't have a choice. I didn't have a choice. We were at the whim of our Mistresses and here I was squandering something that she would have probably killed for. Would I be as kind and sweet as her? Being so happy for someone else's release, or would I have been petty and jealous? Making a promise that if I was ever in the position to help her that I would be just as kind and sweet I looked up at her with pleading eyes. "Please Miss Mitzi, I don't deserve it, but would you give this pathetic sissy her reward?" I whispered. Was I ashamed because another sissy would be touching me or was I ashamed because I knew that I wasn't nearly as good a person as her? Her smile was warm and genuine. I watched as she reached up, towards the back of her head, unfastening the large hair clip. I gasped in awe as her crimson tresses cascaded down around her shoulders in soft waves falling to below her thighs. She was so beautiful that I was left speechless with my mouth agape. "Is something wrong Eloise?" she asked, her voice a mere whisper. I shook my head slowly, being so careful not to jiggle and let Mistresses bag slide from its perch on my abdomen. "You're just so beautiful, but you're a boy," I told her. It sounded harsher than I meant it to, and I started to apologize but she stopped me by placing her finger over my lips. "No, you are wrong. My Mistress taught me this a long time ago; I am a sissy, not a boy. Men and women do as they choose, a sissy chooses to obey," she whispered, her lips only inches away from mine. I could smell her breath. It was sweet and warm, like berries mixed with honey. Pausing just above me she continued. "No one forces us to be like this. It is our choice in the end. My Mistress asked me long ago if this was what I wanted. At first I lied to myself, but you can only do that for so long. Did your Mistress give you a choice Eloise?" I was panting, trying to concentrate on balancing the purse but it was so hard with Mitzi so close. She was telling the truth, every word she spoke was honest. "Yes ma'am. My Mistress said I was free to go, to start a new life. She even offered to help me, and that I would have her love even if I chose that route," My words were clipped and quick as I tried to control my breathing. "We are shameful little creatures, aren't we?" she said as she lowered her lips until we met. I felt the smoothness of her lipstick as she brought her mouth to mine. "We are so humiliated by the things we are made to do, but we crave it all. It is pitiful, isn't it?" Her words were more felt that heard, she was so close to me. "Oooo!" I exclaimed, twitching in surprise as I almost tipped Mrs. Linda's bag over when I felt her hand against my straining little penis. Pressing her lips harder against mine while slowly gliding her fingers up and down my shaft I felt so helpless. My eyes were closed, all I could concentrate on was staying still, not wiggling. I never wanted this to stop. Lifting her lips from mine and looking me in the eyes she smiled again. "Is Eloise a happy sissy?" "Yes ma'am." "I like having you all tied up. I could do anything that I want with you my little helpless sissy. I could tickle you and make you wiggle. Would that be fun?" she asked, playfully reaching down and pulling her long pink nails lightly across my inner thigh. A shiver crept through my spine, and I began shaking my head. "No, please Miss Mitzi." "Mistress Linda said I could not touch her bag to steady it or keep it from falling. She didn't say that I couldn't poke it till it slid off your flat little tummy, did she?" Her words were followed by another round of kisses, but these were more forceful. Gasping for air as she lifted her mouth I begged. "Please ma'am, no. Have mercy on your sissy, please," I was crying now, tears streaming out of the corners of my eyes and rolling down the sides of my face. Pulling her mouth away from mine and standing up she regarded me for a few seconds. "Don't worry little Eloise. You were so sweet and obedient today. I like you and want us to be friends. I promise I won't be mean, but you do have to stay still. That I can't help you with, it would be going against your Mistresses direct orders." With that I lost sight of her as she lowered herself until she was hidden behind the large brown Burberry tote. My reaction to the next sensation almost launched the bag onto the floor. Just as I was beginning to relax, I felt the warmth of her mouth wrapping around me. This was the first time this had ever happened in my entire life. "Mmmmmmm ohhhhhh," I shuddered, the sound somewhere between a moan and a squeal. I felt the softness of her tongue just under the head of my little button, her nails gently grazing the underside of my balls, toying with the steel ring that was still in place. With every fiber of my body, I concentrated on staying as motionless as possible. Straining to look down I watched as Mrs. Linda's purse quivered and danced with each new pleasure that Mitzi applied. Now she had released me from her mouth and was kissing the underside while her finger made little circles on the very tip of my pre-cum lubricated penis. There was a feeling that was welling up from deep within, my body began to tense. Mitzi must have felt it too because she lifted her mouth away from me. Her smile was a bit more devious, maybe playful is a better term. I was gently spasming, it wasn't an orgasm, just large drops of pre-cum leaking out but she had brought me so close to the edge. "Please Miss Mitzi, please let me finish!" I begged loudly, frustrated beyond belief. "Shhhh sissy! If you are loud Mistress will come back and put you in your cage!" she cautioned me. "No, you will most certainly not 'finish' until I am satisfied that you have enjoyed yourself sufficiently," she told me sternly. "But ma'am, it is so hard to keep the bag balanced, I'm afraid it will fall and then I won't get my treat," I whined to her. Reaching down with her finger and collecting a large dollop of liquid from the tip of my button Mitzi slowly spread it across her lips, making them shimmer. Leaning over she pressed her mouth against mine, forcing her tongue deep past my lips. "I suggest that you concentrate very hard on staying still then," she whispered, gently biting my lower lip as she lifted away from me. For what seemed an eternity she continued to kiss and slowly stroke me, keeping my body on edge with a precision that was uncanny. So many times, I was either on the verge of orgasm or shaking so badly that Linda's bag was about to topple. Each time Mitzi would withdraw her touch and let me settle. Once again, she raked her nails along my inner thigh. "Eloise, it is getting late, and we have another long day tomorrow, are you ready for your reward?" she asked mischievously. Gasping in desperation I replied in a trembling voice. "Ohhhh...yes ma'am, but only if it pleases you." With that she disappeared behind the large brown bag once again. I heard her whisper, "Stay very still darling. This is what you have been waiting for and we don't want to have to stop short." I closed my eyes, concentrating on maintaining control. It was so hard to not try and pump my hips but the thought of this ending before completion was too heartbreaking to consider. The first sensation was her long hair drifting around my legs, tickling the over stimulated head of my button as it fell across my lap. I braced myself, trying to relax but remaining ready so I wouldn't jerk or move. Then I felt the soft, wet warmth envelope me again. If I could have looked down from above, I would have seen my body, bound and stretched across the bed, beaded in sweat. Soft tremors began passing through me, starting at my toes only to radiate through my body until even the tips of my fingers felt as if they were vibrating. Mitzi was making little mewing sounds, like a content kitten lapping up milk. If only I could have watched but the bag was blocking my vision and was the point of a great deal of my concentration. Breathing was becoming more difficult and not being able to move was excruciatingly delightful. By forcing me to remain still Mrs. Linda had effectively drawn this out and made it so much more erotic. "Eiiiiieeeiieee..." I squealed as everything went past the point of no return. My entire body was almost in convulsions, and I watched in horror as the brown tote slid off my stomach to the floor landing with a loud thud. Mitzi immediately raised up and put her hands behind her back, but it was too late to stop the inevitable. The pressure was immense as it built behind my poor balls until I began to squirt. Straining to lift off the table I could see jets shooting up in the air. Mitzi was standing to the side, softly clapping and bouncing up and down with glee. "Oooo Eloise, how could so much be in such a tiny little button!" she gasped. Reaching down, using her fingers, she scooped up a large clump of the milky looking fluid. I watched as she brought it up closer to me. "Eloise, you know what I want don't you? You knew that this would happen?" she whispered. In a trance I watched as her finger came to my lips. "It's not bad," she told me. "Mistresses will insist that none of our sissy cream is wasted." I could see my reflection in her eyes, so green and deep. She wasn't being mean; she was trying to help me. First her lips touched mine as she lightly grazed me in a fleeting kiss, then I tasted it. She had wiped her finger across my lips and now was pressing hers against mine, pushing the cream into my mouth with her tongue. I melted under her touch. After she had finished cleaning me up, sharing my reward between us I watched as she gently placed Mrs. Linda's bag on the table as she had been instructed. Next, she slid out of her shoes and then I watched in amazement as her dress fell off her shoulders followed by her bra. Standing in only panties I was well aware that her breast were both beautiful and quite real. "You must like what you see Eloise, your naughty little button is twitching again. I'm sorry but Mistress only gave permission for one reward," she giggled. Walking back to my little bed she used the step stool to crawl up, nestling in against my side and wrapping her arm around my chest. With a content sigh she slid her leg over mine, cuddling her chin against my chest. In moments I could hear the steady sound of her breathing as she slept. Crying silently my only wish was that I wasn't bound so that I could hold her in my arms. To be continued...