Sprite's Compliance

1.

While I hugged my Sister/Mistress, My Wife/Mistress followed my other Sister/Mistress into her room to check on her. Mistress Emily handed me the paddle and ordered me to return it to its place. With a curtsy, I followed directions.

Returning to the hallway after hanging the paddle on the hook attached to Mistress's closet door, I saw Mistress Anna emerge from her room, followed by Mistress.

I don't know what Mistress said to her, but she was calmed down when she emerged. She came to me directly with a hug. I could feel her tremble as she held me. She still looked amazing in her black leather miniskirt, white blouse, black hose, and black stiletto heels. Her makeup was a little damaged. I wanted to take her back to her room and help her fix that.

I also wanted her to know that I was ok. Even though my ass was burning, I was happy. Mistress Emily, my cantankerous middle sister, had exercised some of her demons.

Unfortunately, my tender bottom was the tool she used to defeat those demons. But that is what submissive sissy maids are for, right?

I don't know what went on in her head, but paddling me gave her the power to accept me as her sister and maybe accept herself in the process. She had always fought so hard against change, against vulnerability. But in that moment, as we hugged, something shifted. And for the first time, I truly felt like we were family again.

My hug with Mistress Anna lingered, a mix of warmth and unspoken emotion passing between us. My chastity, ever eager, reacted to her sheer sex appeal, and I had to mentally scold it into submission. When she finally relaxed and stepped away, a soft kiss on my cheek sealed our silent understanding. Then, with one last glance, she turned and walked back to the living room--leaving me alone under the gaze of my Mistress.

And then, there was Mistress. A vision of raw sex and absolute power. Standing tall in her calf-length stiletto boots, she was both regal and predatory. The supple black leather of her miniskirt hugged every curve, moving with the sway of her hips in a way that mesmerized. And above that, the sheer, undeniable presence of her breasts--pushed up by her black bustier, barely contained beneath the parted buttons of her red silk blouse--demanded attention, commanded worship.

And I was nothing but worship.

She filled my world. The weight of her energy pressed against my chest, curled around my heart, tightened in my locked chastity.

I was reminded that I helped build that outfit for her. I had picked out those pieces. I had lovingly shined those boots. I felt both pride and awe. I was snared in a trap of my own creation.

Any man, or sissy for that matter, would be paralysed in the gaze of those striking blue eyes as they advanced upon them.

Mistress knew how to take my pain away. After my hug with Mistress Anna, I barely had time to process my emotions before I caught the look in Mistress's eyes--hungry, commanding, knowing. A predatory gleam that sent a shiver through me.

I instinctively took a step back as she advanced. My heart pounded. What was she planning?

She reached for me, taking both of my hands in hers, her grip warm and firm. She smiled, but there was something wicked behind it.

With a quick motion, she pulled me flush against her, our breasts pressing together. My chastity instantly came to life, straining helplessly as her warmth surrounded me.

She guided my arms around her waist, pressing my hands firmly against her perfect, shapely buttocks. The heat of her body seeped through her leather skirt, making my fingers tremble against the smooth material.

Then, with a deliberate slowness that made me dizzy, she cupped my face in her hands and kissed me.

Oh God, she kissed me!

The world around me vanished. There was no house, no guests--only the heat radiating between us. Only the burn in my ass, the firm swell of her perfect buttocks beneath my palms, and the relentless strain of my chastity, pulsing with need.

And her lips.

Soft. Commanding. Claiming. Rewarding.

The moment she kissed me, everything else ceased to matter. Her lips sent shivers into my soul, curling around the deepest parts of me, leaving me weightless in her grasp.

She pulled back, breaking the kiss. I couldn't help but push my face back to her, but she held my head in her hands. Those incredible blue eyes bore into me, making my knees buckle just a little bit.

This was the woman I lived for.

She pulled my hands off of her shapely bottom and stepped back. Still holding my hands, she said something very important;

"I tonfht itddoor morsdit fro donneoti nides"

What?

Reality seemed to snap back in place as, noticing my confused expression, she repeated herself.

"I think it's time to make dinner, right Pumpkin?"

Finally having my wits about me again, I responded. "Oh! Right! Dinner! Yes, Mistress! Dinner!"

After releasing my hands, I could see her smirk as I stumbled toward the kitchen.

2.

The vegan lasagna was a hit! I was looking forward to bringing out the vegan tiramisu, a recipe that Mistress Anna had helped me find on the net.

Mistress Emily seemed a bit surprised to see a fifth place setting for Cherry. I guess she believed that all submissive maids ate separately from their dominants.

Of course, I was her only example. Besides, Cherry was a guest. I was the servant here. I did my best to be inconspicuous, standing at my station, ready to serve as needed.

Miss Josephine basically held court over the meal, telling their story.

"So I spent years as the dutiful military wife to my wonderful Captain Joe."

Miss Josephine sipped her wine, a nostalgic smile on her lips.

"We were both leaders in our separate circles--me with the other wives, him with his unit."

She gestured casually with her fork.

"But when he retired, we both wanted to explore dominance and submission beyond just weekend games."

Her eyes twinkled. "So, we trade off every year."

"Wait, you are Josephine and Cherry is Joe?" Mistress Emily asked, a little amused.

"Joseph. Yes." Miss Josephine affirmed.

"Seems unusual for a Joseph and a Josephine to get together," Emily mused.

Miss Josephine smirked. "Like Taylor Swift and Taylor Lautner? It happens."

"So when you guys switch places, What are you called?" Mistress Anna asked. She had been sulking as she pushed her food around. But now, she seemed suddenly interested.

"Oh we are always Joe and Cherry." Miss Josephine answered. She gave a loving glance at her maid. Cherry smiled back.

"So you become the maid, and He becomes the Master? Mistress Emily was invested in their story.

"Oh Yes! You should see me in my cute little maid's dress. I am to die for!. Knowing this vivacious woman, I had no doubt.

"How long have you been doing this?" Mistress Anna leaned in slightly, her curiosity evident.

Miss Josephine tilted her head in thought. "I think... nineteen years? Going on twenty? Right, Captain?"

Cherry swallowed her bite of food and nodded. "Yes, Ma'am."

Miss Josephine reached out and squeezed Cherry's hand. The affection between them was evident. They were completely comfortable with each other. I was sure that when they swapped places, that aspect of their relationship never changed.

"How do you deal with your family and friends?" Mistress Anna asked, her brow furrowing slightly. "Are you open about it?"

Miss Josephine smiled warmly "We are totally open! We have a party and ceremony every year. A symbolic passing of the collar, so to speak, sometimes literally too!" She chuckled at her own joke, and Cherry rolled her eyes with a small smile.

"Our friends and family took a bit of time to accept our decision, and there is an adjustment period every year, But having the 'Joe and Cherry' dynamic keeps things smooth."

"How did you and Brenda meet?" Mistress Emily inquired.

"Oh, I think it was one of those online forums." Miss Josephine answered thoughtfully. Mistress nodded in agreement. "Brenda was looking for advice regarding this burgeoning FLR relationship and how to best go about it. We hit it off."

She smiled at Mistress. "I have to say, the lady is a natural! She was already a Queen, she just needed to realize it" Mistress smiled and blushed a little bit. She reached out and squeezed Miss Josephine's hand in thanks.

Mistress Anna was even more curious. "Um, is Cherry like Sprite?" She started getting flustered and nervous about her question. " I-I mean, is she, you know, um--"

"I think what Anna is trying to ask is if Cherry is chastised." Mistress interjected. Mistress Anna relaxed a little, relieved at the assist.

Miss Josephine beamed at the question. "Oh no!" she said. " Not every Mistress/maid relationship needs chastity. I mean we play chastity games here and there. But it usually just gets in the way."

She reached out and stroked under Cherry's chin. "I put my maid to use way too much for that!" she laughed. Cherry bowed her head, the blush evident on her cheeks. I could feel a matching blush rise in my cheeks, because my chastity was well known, and very prominent in my attention at that moment.

"Sprite wears a chastity device because she likes it and I like the control it gives me." Mistress said. "I tried to set her free early in our games and she stopped me. She said she didn't like the, uh, what did you call it, Princess?"

I wanted to disappear into the wall behind me, but Mistress had asked a question. "Uh, post nut clarity, Mistress." I thought back at how depressing that feeling was.

She smiled. "That! Yes! She said it made her feel 'icky' and she much preferred the feelings that denial gave her. What kind of Mistress would I be if I didn't give her the denial she craved"

Mistress Ann seemed to squirm in her seat. "But why would someone accept a chastity bel- or device if they weren't sure about it?"

Mistress smirked "Well Anna, some do it because they want to know what it feels like to submit to their Mistress. What better way to experience control than to give up your orgasms."

Mistress Anna bowed her head and blushed, a little shiver passed through her as she sipped her wine.

Miss Josephine chimed in. "Every Dom/sub relationship is different. The important thing is working together to navigate your way through each other's personalities and boundaries.

She turned to Mistress. "By the way, I love that collar and those bracelets on Sprite, whose idea was that? Where did you find them?"

I found myself unconsciously fingering the black silk handle of the leash attached to my collar.

Mistress smiled and nodded in Mistress Emily's direction. "It was Emily's idea, but Sprite and I instantly fell in love with them. Where did you find them, Emily?"

Emily beamed "Etsy! I couldn't resist. I wanted to humiliate Sprite even more, But she just kissed my feet and thanked me." She shook her head and looked over at me. "I am still trying to understand my sissy sister's weird brain."

She called me her sister again! Yay! I curtsied in acknowledgement, unable to keep the smile off my face.

Miss Josephine chuckled. "Well, you'll have to give me the link." A mischievous smirk formed on her lips. "We might have to get some for me when it's my turn." She winked at Mistress Emily's surprised look.

Mistress Anna just stared at her, lost in thought. Her fingers absently traced the rim of her wine glass. I wondered what was going through her mind in that moment.

Mistress gave me a pointed look. I think that was my cue. I curtsied and cleared my throat. "Ok, who is ready for dessert?"

3.

The morning sun came through the window in broken beams, bathing the pink and white lace decorations of the maid's quarters. Light bounced around the room making everything give off an ethereal glow.

Not the least of which was the bright canary yellow maid's uniform I had donned for the day at Mistress's request. Of course, any "request" from Mistress was an order that must be obeyed.

I had finished my makeup with a light smokey shadow and red lipstick. Under my dress was a white ensemble with lace patterned white hose. It was hard to tell the difference between where the white lace trim of my bodice ended and the creamy white skin of my cleavage began (I didn't get a lot of sun). I looked like a lemon cream pie.

I stood at the closet door, staring at the row of shoes waiting for me. I didn't have a yellow pair. I didn't want to wear white shoes, that would look too monochrome. Black shoes were too contrasting, well, maybe with a black belt to match. But that was too basic.

Looking at the different stilettos, my eyes fell on one particular pair. Oh! Could I get away with that? It sure would be bold. I wonder what Mistress would think?

Maybe I should go with the safe choice and pick white or black, even green might be interesting. But these shoes really called to me. I think I needed to wear them with this dress.

With a trembling hand, I reached in and pulled them up and out with my fingers. Holding them against myself in the mirror. My heart raced and my chastity pulsed at the idea. I couldn't help myself. I quickly inserted my feet into the 5-inch pink heels with the red soles, a gift from Mistress.

I loved it! The color complement worked for me. I hoped Mistress liked it too.

Of course I need to change my lipstick to match my shoes. Yes, that would work!

"Oh!" I was surprised by a sudden shift in the air and a motion just at the side of my vision as Mistress Emily breezed into the maid's quarters.

"Good morning Mistress!" I nervously barked with a curtsy. My back twinged with anxiety with her sudden appearance. To my knowledge she had never deigned to even look in the direction of my living quarters.

My middle sister, dressed casually of course, barely paid me any attention. She just walked around the room, taking in all of the lacy decorations with a seemingly distasteful eye, a regular smirk playing on her lips.

"Don't mind me." she said. "I just wanted to see where the help lived." I couldn't help but feel a bit aroused at her remark. I curtsied again in response and held my hands in front of me, my eyes trained on the floor, waiting for her next move.

She finished her circuit around the room, and with a shake of her head, hopped onto the side of the bed. Looking at me, she smirked again. "You look like a lemon popsicle."

"Yes Mistress, um, do the shoes work Mistress?" I didn't know if I was more nervous for her answer or her judgement.

She rolled her eyes. "Do I look like I give a fuck?" then she seemed to catch herself and gave me a more in depth appraisal. "You look lovely, Sprite."

I could feel the blush rising in my cheeks at the rare compliment from my cantankerous sister. "Thank you Mistress Emily." I said with a short curtsy. "I hope Mistress likes it"

A small smile teased the corners of her mouth. "If she doesn't, I'm sure your bottom will know it." she said with a slight chuckle. I remembered the spankings I received over the last few days and shivered at the memory.

"What are your plans today, Sissy?" She had an amused expression, like she knew the answer.

With a short curtsy, I answered. "Mistress Emily, I am scheduled to clean for Mr. Wyatt today."

"Mr. Wya--, You mean Jerry?" She smiled at the mention of his name. "So you go to his place and clean, cook, and do laundry?"

"Yes Mistress." I felt a little nervous looking at the predatory gleam in her eye.

"What else do you clean? Do you give his knob a good polishing?" Her grin was pure evil with her taunt.

I looked down at the floor, feeling the blush rising in my cheeks.

"Don't be shy, Sissy! It's just us girls. Heck, I'll bet we have both been in the same position, down on our knees with his cock in our mouth." she said with a chuckle. "He really does have a beautiful cock."

I thought my heart was going to explode. If I could sink into the floor right then, I would. Of course, there was no arguing with her assessment.

"Heh! You look like a lemon bar with a cherry topping!" I'm sure my face was beet red.

"Hey, no judgement here!" She held up a placating hand. "I say get it while you can, darlin. Maybe you can get one of those 'sissygasms' Brenda talks about."

She continued to chuckle at her own amusement for a while as I stared at the floor, trying to be as small as possible.

After a few moments, she calmed down and started taking on a more serious demeanor. Something was on her mind, all I could do was wait for her to bring it up.

She looked around the room a bit more, maybe a little lost in thought. "What did she call it again?" she muttered to herself. And then, "Oh yes!"

With a pointed look at me and a superior expression she gave me her order; "Maid Station Number Three, NOW!"

I only hesitated a moment, long enough for her to raise an eyebrow and tab her right sneakered foot.

With growing arousal, I found myself on my knees and scooting forward until I could lay my forehead on the toe of her right foot. To complete the position, I pulled my hands behind my back and held them together, hand clasping wrist.

In this position, I felt myself fall into a place of calm. I was where I belonged. At the feet of one of my Mistresses, completely at their mercy. With Mistress Emily's new authority to spank me, disobedience, even if I wanted to, was not an option.

From my vantage point, all I could see was the floor in front of my face. All I could hear was what sounded like a satisfied sigh from my younger sister.

"Would you lie to me, Sprite?" She asked. Her words had a sharp edge to them that was clear in her voice.

"No Mistress." I could feel a bit of anxiety creep up my spine. What was she looking for?

"So, if I asked you a serious question, would you answer truthfully?" her inquiry made me a little more nervous.

"Yes Mistress Emily, to the best of my ability." I answered into the floor. Where was this going?

Mistress Emily pondered my answer for a few moments, and then, "Alright submissive maid, sissy sister of mine, answer me this..."

She paused another moment, keeping me on edge. She took a deep shaky breath and made my stomach lurch and fall to the floor.

"How badly do you want to fuck my sister?"

"..."

My mouth went dry, My whole body froze at her words. A loud rushing sound went through my head, disrupting all thought. Holy fu--er crap! I did not want to have this conversation, but my dominant sister/Mistress had given me no choice.

"I-I-I don't want that, MIstress Emily" I know I said the words, I hoped I said the words. Were they just a whisper? Could she hear me speak? My head was spinning so much, I couldn't tell.

"Bullshit! I've seen how you look at her!" her words were sharp with a tinge of anger. "You give me those looks sometimes too. Don't think I don't notice!"

Before I could respond, she said something else that broke my heart;

"I already know you are a little pervert, Sissy, I just want to know if you are a sick little pervert."

"I'm not Mistress Emily! I don't! I would never!"

"You lying little shit! You have those feelings. Don't lie to me!" her statement crashed into me, flaying my feelings bare.

"Please Mistress Emily! I talked to Mist.... um, can I sit up, Mistress?" After a few moments, I felt the toe of her shoe nudge my head up, signifying her approval. I sat up, keeping my hands clasped behind me. Her eyes were piercing and angry, waiting for me to speak.

With a dry mouth, I tried to explain. Of course my explanation became a babble. "I spoke to Mistress about it. She said it was natural due to the chastity and the power dynamics. You are both Mistresses with power over me and you are both very beautiful and since I am in an almost constant state of arousal, I can't help but respond... Mistress"

I took a breath and continued. "And of course Mistress Anna dresses very...-"

"Anna dresses like a slut!" Mistress Emily interjected. I could not respond to that.

"Anyway Mistress, you are my sisters, I would never cross that line, EVER! And my chastity ensures I never could."

Her eyes narrowed and she tilted her head a little. "Show me." she said quietly.

"Mistress?" I asked, perplexed

"Show me this chastity I keep hearing about." she leaned forward slightly, curiosity evident on her face.

With shaking hands, I lifted the skirt of my canary yellow French Maid's dress and pulled down the front of my white lacy panties, exposing my emasculation for her to inspect.

She leaned in, eyes narrowing as she took a long, deliberate look at the steel thimble keeping my "Silly Little Willy," as Mistress likes to call it, firmly in check. She had talked about it, teased me, tormented me--but this was the first time she had truly seen it.

I wanted to say this was my shame, but how could I be shameful of a situation of my own desire and making? If I were truly shameful, I would rip off the silly dress and heels, shout out my safe word and end it all. I could not bring myself to do that, nor did I want to.

Her smirk faltered for just a moment. Her breath caught. Her mouth hung open a little--just enough to tell me she was seeing something she hadn't quite expected.

Her eyes widened. Not in mockery. Not in disgust. But in something that looked eerily close to... wonder. She instinctively reached out to touch it before catching herself and pulling her hand back.

"You can't take that off?" she asked, curiously

"Not without the key, and Mistress keeps control of that."

"Does she ever let you out?"

"Only for cleaning, usually, and if she had other reasons."

Mistress Emily thought for a moment. "Other reasons? When was the last time Brenda let you out for 'other reasons'?

I felt a bit of nostalgia at the memory. "A few days ago, after the party. She started missing Bill and had him come forward. They were... intimate. But then she locked me right back up!" Not to mention beat my ass in order to reassert her authority.

Her eyes widened at my explanation, then she withdrew into herself, taking in this new information. Her eyes shifted from left to right, mulling over something while I put my clothes back together. Finally she brought her gaze and attention back to me.

"You would never cross that line?" she asked, eyes narrowing.

"No Mistress."

"What if she, or I wanted you to... do something?" I could see a little tremble in her shoulders as she asked the question.

"No Mistress!"

"What if either of us ORDERED you to... do something?" She crossed her arms, waiting for my answer.

"I have my safe word, Mistress, you have to honor it." My words were clear and matter-of-fact.

We locked eyes, her gaze piercing and searching. But in this I would not relent or submit. This was a line I would not cross under any circumstances, and I was letting her know it.

Suddenly, she broke eye contact and stood up. "Fine! Good!"

She headed towards the door, stopping and turning back to me. "Finish getting ready, what kind of vegan breakfast can you make?"

"I-I can make vegan pancakes, Mistress." I was a little shocked at the sudden change of subject.

"I guess that will do." she started to move again and then looked back at me. "We never had this conversation."

I took a deep breath. "I will not lie to Mistress if she asks."

She pondered that for a moment, and then "Fine!" With that, she bounced out of the maid's quarters, leaving me kneeling there with my head spinning and heart racing.

4.

I think it took me five minutes to calm my shaking hand enough to change my lipstick from red to pink. I added a pink handle to my leash to tie it all together.

By the time I made it to the kitchen, breakfast preparation was already in full swing. Cherry was already hard at work in the kitchen, making savory potato hashbrown/cakes, banana pancakes and fresh fruit. It all looked and smelled amazing! Maybe Mistress will let me have a bite or two.

I tried to join in and help her, but she really had it under control. I would just get in the way. What I could do, though, was top off everyone's coffees. So I did that.

I went around the breakfast nook table with the coffee pot. Mistress Emily was still dressed casually in a t-shirt and jeans. I could barely meet her in the eye. She alternated between avoiding my gaze and staring daggers at our sister.

Mistress Anna of course looked amazing as usual. She wore a tight white cotton ribbed shirt that showed an impressive cleavage and hugged her slim figure beautifully. She wore a short blue skirt to go with it with black patterned stockings and the cutest high heeled ankle boots I had ever seen. Her crimson lips and smokey blue eyeshadow was enough to make any man drool.

She fixed me with a dazzling smile and thanked me for the top-off.

The conversation from earlier still fresh on my mind helped to temper any inappropriate feelings from bubbling up. But to be safe, I put most of my attention on Miss Josephine.

Oh my god, She was so cute!" She wore a white shirt with a small lace border on the short sleeves and collar. The shirt had a yellow flower pattern that accented her silvering hair. To set it all off, she wore pink faded overalls and white sneakers. Everything hugged her figure beautifully and effortlessly

Oh my god, she was so cute! Her white blouse had a delicate lace border along the short sleeves and collar, the soft yellow flower pattern complementing the silver in her hair. Paired with faded pink overalls and crisp white sneakers, she looked effortlessly stylish, warm, and perfectly put together. She gave off a playful and girly vibe.

She was adorable! She held out her cup for me to fill with a warm smile and dancing eyes, hugging the warm mug with both hands and cradling it to her bosom as she sipped the dark nectar.

"You look incredibly scrumptious, Sprite!" She said with a smile and wink. "Like a lemon parfait, I could eat you right up!" I couldn't control the smile on my face or the pulse in my chastity. I curtsied in response.

"Thank you Miss Josephine.".

Meanwhile, Cherry had nearly finished preparing breakfast. I took over plating the food, my hands moving quickly as I turned my attention to my real task--serving my Mistresses.

"Mistresses, breakfast is served." I dipped into another curtsy, requesting they move to the dining room.

As they took their seats, I followed behind, placing dishes before them with care.

Then--a familiar voice purred behind me.

"There's my daffodil."

My breath hitched. Before I could react, Mistress's arm curled possessively around my waist, pulling me flush against her. I felt the press of her body, the warmth of her breath ghosting over my cheek--then the softest, most deliberate kiss against my cheek.

My knees nearly buckled.

And there she was.

Mistress, effortless and radiant, a casual vision.

She wore skin-tight white jeans, hugging every sinful curve of her long, powerful legs. The crisp fabric stretched perfectly over her hips and thighs, emphasizing the natural sway of her stride.

Her white Rolling Stones t-shirt was just snug enough to tease the fullness of her bosom, the iconic red lips stretched deliciously across her chest. A few bangles and bracelets adorned her wrists, jingling softly as she moved--subtle, but noticeable.

Her understated makeup only enhanced her natural beauty, with just enough gloss on her lips to make them look irresistibly soft. Her rich auburn hair was pulled into a high, playful ponytail, the sleek strands catching the morning light as she tilted her head.

She looked like she rolled out of bed and into perfection.

My breath hitched as she tugged gently on my leash, forcing my gaze to meet hers. A slow, knowing smirk curled her lips.

"Speechless, my little spaghetti squash?" She said with a wink.

Whether she was dressed to the nines, or effortlessly casual, she consistently took my breath away.

"Goo-good morning Mistress!" I finally sputtered, dropping into a quick curtsy. She took her seat and enjoyed a few bites of the savory smelling potato cakes. Everyone else joined in.

"What does everyone think about a little shopping?" she mused between bites. "A nice lunch at that bistro I love, then a trip to the salon? Maybe some mani-pedis?"

The other Mistresses lit up at the suggestion, their voices overlapping in excited agreement. The energy in the room shifted--bright, indulgent, effortlessly feminine.

And then--

"Sprite, Jerry is going to be here any minute to pick you up."

My stomach did a little nervous flip at the mention of him.

"He's coming a bit early." Mistress continued, taking another bite. "Cherry has graciously volunteered to handle your chores for the day."

My gaze darted to Cherry, who was already watching me. She gave a small, warm smile, a curtsy, and a subtle nod--a silent I've got this.

I nearly melted with gratitude.

I wanted to rush to her--to throw my arms around her in appreciation. But instead, I dipped into a deep, reverent curtsy, hoping she could read the emotion behind it.

I just wished her luck in Mistress Emily's room.

5.

Breakfast was nearly completed when the front doorbell rang. I minced as quickly as I could, checking myself over and trying to quell the butterflies in my stomach. I paused before opening the door to make sure everything was in order. I hoped the yellow wasn't too much.

I pulled the door open to find Mr Wyatt standing on the stoop. He was effortlessly casual in khaki pants and a light blue buttoned up dress shirt with an open collar and sleeves rolled up to his forearms.

"Welcome sir!" I said with a curtsy. My chastity pulsed along with my plug at the sight of him. He looked strong and confident.

"Well, aren't you a big ball of sunshine!" He said with a smile as he stepped inside. He stepped up to me and I was forced to look up into his eyes. Returning his smile was the easy part.

"Are you ready to g--" he froze mid sentence as he looked past me. His face became unreadable.

I turned around to find Mistress Emily standing behind me. She seemed a bit nervous and her eyes were wide, taking him in. She had one arm across her body, holding her opposite elbow.

"Hi." she said tentatively.

"Hi." he said guardedly.

I felt that the tension and history between them could be cut with a knife.

They stared at each other for what seemed like forever. Finally, Mistress broke the silence. "It's nice to see you, you look good."

"Same with you." He said. His tone was even, polite, careful.

Mistress Emily suddenly seemed to notice I was there. She gave me a direct, pointed look, "Sprite, go to Jerry's car and wait for him there."

"Mistress, I--"

"Go, Sprite." she said quietly but with finality.

I knew better than to argue. I curtsied to both of them and made my way to Mr. Wyatt's car where I waited in the passenger seat. Sometimes being a submissive feels the same as being a child, except tantrums had greater consequences.

Their conversation was apparently brief because he was soon bouncing down the steps and over the walking path to the driver's door. He took his seat behind the wheel and before he started the car, he turned to me with a questioning look.

"What happened to Emily?" he asked.

"Sir?"

He got a far away look in his eye. "I used to work with a guy. He was generally pleasant, but there was always an underlying edge of anger, like he could be set off at any moment. It never happened, but the feeling was unmistakable. I saw him a couple years later and he had recovered from a major car accident. That angry edge was gone. It was like looking at two calm pools when looking into his eyes. Now I won't say it's the same with Emily, but the change in her is noticeable."

How do I explain it? That Bill was the reason--real or imagined--for her 'Me against the world' mentality? That she spent her whole life fighting an enemy that mostly existed in her head? And that when I became her metaphorical punching bag, it wasn't just about hurting me--it was about softening her edges, about giving her a place to aim all that anger and powerlessness while she figured herself out?

I took a breath and gave Mr. Wyatt the only answer that felt right.

"Sir, I think Mistress has been working with her to help exorcise some of her demons."

He sat there for a few more moments searching my face for any more information. I'm sure he wasn't quite satisfied with my answer. I tried to keep my face calm, but I knew if he inquired further, I would be obliged to explain it as best I could.

Finally, he turned back into his seat, started the car, and backed out of the driveway. "Ok. Well looks like we are having lunch in a few days." he said, his voice neutral as he concentrated on the road.

I felt a knot in my stomach at the prospect. I couldn't help but stare at his face as he drove. What did this lunch date portend? I feared to even think any further.

The corners of his mouth lifted as he glanced sidelong at me. "I don't see us getting back together. Those wounds are still kind of raw. Maybe some closure for both of us."

At that moment I vowed that I would take his mind off of my sister by swallowing every inch of his cock until he couldn't even remember her name. I would live up to what Mr. Stone called "the best blow job he had ever had". Just the thought had my mouth watering as my eyes drifted to his crotch. I really wanted to stroke his thigh, to feel the promise of what lay there, but with a herculean effort, I kept my hands to myself.

6.

I was barely in the door before I was on my knees staring up at him and batting my eyelashes at him, the offer unmistakable. He chuckled and said "You can at least let me through the door first, Sprite!"

I scooted back and he entered, closing the door behind him. He walked past me into his living room and stood by the couch. I followed him, crawling on my hands and knees until I was nose first in front of him.

I looked up into his eyes silently asking permission. He gave me it with a nod. I wasted no time unbuckling his khakis and pulling his pants and boxers to the floor. His cock hung there, slightly tumescent, waiting for me.

I licked my lips and grabbed him with one hand and twisted my tongue around the head.

Heaven!

It seemed like forever since I had him or anyone else like this. I loved the taste of him. I loved the feel of him. It was like my mouth was built for pleasing his cock. I spent some time just letting it fill my mouth and sit on my tongue.

Bliss!

I continued to work him with my tongue and tried to get him all the way down my throat. We groaned in pleasure at the same time. Do you know how weird it feels to laugh with a hard cock in your mouth? I do now!

I sucked and bobbed on him with gusto. A couple times, his cock started to pulse, signifying that he was close.

Nope!

I backed off until he calmed down. I was having too much fun to end it so soon.

"Oh God! You are amazing!" he gasped as I swallowed him again, working him with my throat muscles. Mistress Emily who?

Finally, he took control, grabbing my head and fucking my throat until he sent his discharge straight to my stomach.

I licked him clean as he came down and softened. Reluctantly, I released his spent cock from my lips, giving it a little kiss as I did.

I looked up at him as he tried to catch his breath. I couldn't help but smile in satisfaction over a job well done.

He sat down on the couch, not bothering to put his clothes back in order. "Damn Sprite!" he gasped. He stared down at me, his chest heaving. I couldn't hide the cheeky grin on my face.

Finally, he stood up and I helped him pull his clothes back up and in order.

"Alright, you yellow minx, go make me a sandwich. Bring it and a beer to my office. Then you know what to do."

I rose to my heels and curtsied. "My pleasure Sir!" My heart felt light and happy. I could feel the bounce in my step and the wiggle in my bum as I worked my way to his kitchen. I could hear him sigh behind me and then he headed to his office in the back of the house.

I found the ingredients so that I could make a roast beef on rye with swiss cheese and stone ground mustard. I added chips and a pickle spear to the plate. I took the plate and a beer poured into a frosted glass back to his home office, where he was concentrating on his work.

As I set his lunch on the side of his desk, he reached out and stroked the back of my thigh. My chastity squirmed at the attention. His hand traveled up and down my leg and up my skirt, playing with the tops of my stockings and groping my buttocks. I stood there with a smile as he took his liberties.

Finally, he took hold of my leash and pulled me down face to face. Then he kissed me.

His kiss was amazing! His lips were soft yet firm and he knew exactly what he was doing. I could feel the fog take over as he continued. He was the only other person, besides Mistress, who could send me to another place with their kiss.

He broke the kiss, leaving me dazed and wondering what day it was, until he gave my bottom a little playful smack.

I felt myself come back to reality as he said "Time to get to work!"

The perfunctory "Yes Sir!" felt automatic as I stumbled out of his office, my head still spinning.

I found myself in his bedroom before my head started to clear. The feeling was like walking into the kitchen and forgetting why you were there, then as you turn around, you suddenly remember.

"Laundry!" I guess routine helped in this case, because I was working on autopilot until my dazzled brain regained focus. I gathered his bedding and dirty laundry from his closet and took it to the laundry room.

While the washer did its thing, I gave a quick polish to his three pairs of dress shoes.

I remember Bill survived with only one pair of dress shoes and three pairs of sneakers. Nowadays I can't conceive of not having several pairs of heels.

I replaced his bedding and tidied up his room. Then I worked my way through the house, cleaning, dusting, moping, everything I needed to do to get his home in order. Mr. Wyatt was not a slob by any metric, but the house was definitely lived in.

I did catch myself in the mirror and gave myself a start. I looked good, really good! The yellow really worked for me. I can't believe I ever doubted Mistress.

I checked with Mr. Wyatt on occasion, cleared away his plate and brought him iced tea (He was not a heavy drinker and only limited himself to one beer for lunch while working). He seemed focused on his work, so I ensured intrusions by me were minimal.

After several hours of us both working, I had finished my chores and was starting his dinner. I prepared steak and asparagus with a baked potato. My timing was perfect as I was plating his meal as he emerged from the back of the house, obviously hungry.

"Sprite, you are a treasure." he said as he savored his first bite of steak. I felt a blush as I thanked him. But I didn't just want to thank him verbally.

I pulled a chair away from the table and climbed under it. I scooted up in between his legs and undid his fly, pulling him out of his pants. I commenced to giving him "joy", a long slow blow job, meant to increase his dining pleasure.

I spent the next half hour slowly licking and sucking him while he enjoyed his meal. It was pleasure for both of us.

I heard the clinking of silverware as he finished his meal. He placed his hand on my head and pushed himself away. Standing, he ordered me to come out from under the table. He didn't bother setting his clothes right. He just gave me a smack on my bottom and told me to grab the lube from his nightstand.

I rushed as fast as my heels would allow and returned with the required product. He had already dropped his trousers and was waiting for me.

When I reached him, he wrapped an arm around my waist and kissed me again! I nearly swooned! He found a carabiner on my apron string and fastened my wrists in front of me.

"Do you like that, Sprite?"

"Yes, Sir."

He unhooked my wrists, spun me around and fastened them behind my back. My chastity was really pulsing and squirming.

"Do you like that?" he asked.

"Y-Yes Sir!" I gasped.

"Good." he said as he bent me over the back of his couch and pulled down my panties.

"Oh Sir!" I moaned as I gave a show of struggling in my bonds. He wasted no time removing the butt plug and refreshing the lube where the plug had been placed.

I felt him rub himself around my sphincter, teasing me and driving me wild with need. "What do you want, Sprite?"

My heart was beating out of my ample chest and I was delirious in arousal. "Fuck me Sir! Please! It's been so long!"

He reached around me and pulled my bodice down, freeing my breasts. I gasped as he felt me up with his hands, kneading them and teasing my nipples, making me push back against him.

"Sir Please!" I begged. That was when he pushed into me.

Fireworks!

Feeling him inside me was like coming home. My head spun as he impaled himself in me, his hard cock scraping my prostate, sending me to the moon.

I wanted to work with him, but he held me in place as he pushed himself in and out. I could barely think as the pressure built inside.

I was being fucked! And I loved it! I needed it!

"Oh Sir! Yes Mast- I mean Sir! Oh, Ohhhhh!" I felt the pressure build and everything exploded! I literally saw the back of my head, there were stars there! My chastised penis dribbled my discharge onto the hardwood floor below as he sent his discharge deep into my intestines.

I nearly fainted and could lonely lay there exhausted as he withdrew himself and replaced the plug into its normal place.

He pulled my white lacy panties back in place and gave me a moment to catch my breath before unhooking my wrists and helping me stand up.

I leaned back against him and kissed his cheek. I wanted to do more, but he turned me around to face him and kissed my forehead.

"You have a mess to clean up, Sweetheart. Take care of that and the kitchen and I'll take you home."

I swayed back and forth as he pulled his pants up and left the room. I was in a blissful state, satisfied completely to the core.

It took me a few moments to regain my breath and bearings. With shaky legs, I retrieved some cleaner and towels to clean up my mess and tidy the kitchen. Twenty minutes later, I was ready for Mr Wyatt to take me home.

The ride home was uneventful. I just sat there and stared at him dreamily as he drove. I felt so good! When he pulled into the driveway of Mistress's home, I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you Sir!"

I climbed out of his car and almost literally skipped up to the front door. I felt like I was walking on a cloud.

Cherry opened the door when I rang the bell. She saw me and beamed, stepping aside to let me across the threshold.

"Miss Sprite, you are positively glowing!" she said with a curtsy. I couldn't help but curtsy in response.

"The Mistresses are in the den." Cherry said and I presented myself to them.

"There's My little sunflower!" Mistress exclaimed at my entrance. It only took her half a second to know what I had been doing. "Good for you, Precious!" she said.

Miss Josephine and Mistress Anna both gave knowing smiles. Mistress Emily, wine in her hand blurted "Sissy's here, Yay!" Her voice was slightly slurred, she got a conspiratorial look. "Did you clean Everything?" she asked with a cheeky grin.

I think my blush was obvious. My return look said "Yes, I did!" Her eyes widened a bit at that.

Cherry stood next to me and I was ready to serve them however they needed when the doorbell rang. Nobody was expecting it.

I rushed to the door and found Mr. Stone standing there, his large frame filling the doorway, the porch light reflecting off of his shaved head. He was wearing purple striped dress shirt and a dark blue blazer. He looked a bit nervous.

"Hello Sir!" I said with my normal curtsy. I was prepared to kneel and kiss his toes as was customary, but he didn't have time for that apparently.

"Where is your Mistress?" he asked.

"In the den, Sir, shall I take you there?"

"No, I have it." He rushed past me, leaving me a little confused. I could hear him speaking frantically from the door. I turned and started closing the door when Mistress's voice rang out.

"YOU DID WHAT?" I heard her exclaim.

I started pushing the door closed, curiously looking in the direction of the den, when the arc of the door was arrested.

Perplexed, I looked at the door to find a large black hand holding it open. My eyes followed the hand up the well muscled arm and into the chocolate eyes of Lamar Henry. My old business rival and the man to whom I sold my software company.

I froze like a deer in headlights, my mouth hung open. A chill ran up my spine. He was the last person I expected to see, and yet here he was, standing in Mistress's doorway.

He stared back at me, mouth agape, taking me in, scanning me up and down. Finally, he licked his lips to speak.

"So the story is true," he said. "Hello Bill."