A Familiar's Fate Ch. 12

Chapter 12

Monday morning, I was in a familiar quandary. Do I resign myself to wearing a dress at work? I had been wearing dresses all weekend. However, that was obeying Karen's rule, and we had mostly stayed at her home the entire time. Now, I was heading back to the office where everyone knew me.

I decided to be cautious. The panties and pantyhose were now automatic. Then I found a pair of black, slim leg pants, and put them on. Once more I looked at the bras, but there was no way to disguise them under a shirt. This allowed me to select a sheer white blouse with a button front, over a camisole.

I figured that was enough. Somewhat androgynous, but still professional.

Even still, Karen appeared disappointed.

"What?" I looked at my outfit. I thought it was subtle and professional, appropriate for the office.

"Nothing, nothing," she waved it off.

It was clearly not nothing, and I continued to look at her, silently questioning what earned her disappointment.

She relented. A nice change of pace. "I guess I just thought you would try wearing something more, uhm, colourful."

"You said I could wear pants at the office."

"I know. I know." She had made it clear after my punishment that she would not change the rules on me.

"... It's just, I give you a wardrobe of pretty clothes, and spend a few thousand buying you new things. And this is what you choose to wear?"

"Oh gosh, I didn't think about the money yesterday. I can try to return them, or pay you back, or..."

"Stop! I'm not concerned about the money. I was happy to pay it. I want you to look nice."

I was stunned, not certain how to respond. "But I can't wear most of those in the office. They are clearly for women."

"Sweetie, sweetie," she shook her head. "The only person you are fooling is yourself. Everyone expects you to eventually wear a dress. And look at you," she ran her hand along the top of my chest. "... not even wearing one of the bras I bought you. And couldn't you wear one of the open v-neck blouses?"

"But you said..." Had I broken the rules? Was I due for a punishment?

"I know. I just wish you could be more accepting of yourself. But I'm not going to rush you."

She was speaking as though it was only a matter of time before I wore a dress to work. Was she right?

It was amazing to think that it had only been the previous Tuesday when I was a nervous wreck wearing a women's pant suit into the office. And now, I was fighting to wear this, rather than a. dress, or something pink, or with flowers.

For the moment she let the matter drop, as we needed to get going. However, I continued to ponder it as we drove into work.

It seemed that the ladies were quite comfortable with me dressed this way. I was accepted, even more than ever, as one of the girls. Karen was probably right, wearing a dress would cement this new found camaraderie.

Wearing women's pants and blouses in the office had now become routine. Just as changing into dresses immediately once I was in Karen's home, our home, was now perfectly natural.

Despite Karen's clear desire for me to be more feminine in public, I managed to hold out for the week. Although, given my clothing options, I didn't appear quite masculine either.

It would have been nerve wracking if it were not for the positive feedback I received from the ladies. As the week progressed I became more daring with my colour and style choices, and was becoming more and more comfortable with my feminine look.

Similarly, I was settling into my new home. I had now assumed full responsibility for the household chores: Cooking, cleaning, laundry, and groceries. This just happened naturally. She never asked me to take on these duties. Yet, it seemed the least I could do to please my lover.

Monday evening we worked late, but at least we were able to have dinner at home, and snuggle up on the couch for awhile.

Tuesday evening was more difficult as Karen had a business dinner to attend. Waiting at home for her in my pretty dress was like torture. Clearly, she missed my attentive presence as well, as she instantly upon her return had me on my knees in the bedroom.

Wednesday and Thursday evening we were at home. They were abbreviated by some calls she had to make. However, I was at least able to serve her domestically, and be in her presence. And of course, it allowed time for me to service her orally when she was done her work.

By Friday I was wearing an open v-neck blouse, pendulum earrings, and a touch of makeup at work. I was feeling more at ease with the new me. A feeling highlighted by the contrast with the old me that evening.

Since we managed to leave early, we dropped by my apartment on the way home. There wasn't much left there which was worth moving. The furniture could be sold or given away. Yet, there were a few mementos I wanted to keep.

Then I sorted through the mail. Bills and junk mail. And there it was, the card. I glanced at it, knowing what it said, and quickly filed it away.

"I've got everything. I'll deal with the rest later. Sell it, or give it away." I was now anxious to leave.

Karen looked at me, wondering why I now had an abrupt need to leave. Yet she likely chalked it up to nerves, or eagerness to play.

On the way home, I didn't say a word. This was my custom, but the silence was deafening, even by my standards.

At home, I promptly changed and did my makeup, as per the house rules. Then without a word, I prepared dinner.

Karen no doubt expected a more flirtatious mood, now that we had the weekend to play together. However, over dinner, my monosyllabic responses made my nerves more apparent. It perplexed and unnerved Karen. She eyed me with a questioning look. Had she pushed me too far? Was I missing my old life, my independence?

She attempted asking me what was wrong, but I was evasive. She continued to scrutinize me for clues.

I dodged her questions. Afterwards, I simply cleaned the dishes, and attended to some chores. Anything to avoid her, and the questions.

She relaxed in the living room, reading some news. Waiting me out. Staring at me whenever I was within range.

After some time, I relented. I approached her, and knelt at her feet.

She looked down, observing me. Silently pleased by the simple gesture of submission. She petted my head, as one does for a beloved pet.

I handed her the card from the mail.

Karen looked at me, puzzled. She read the card.

She looked at me. "I don't understand." Her puzzled expression confirmed the statement. "What is a Commitment Ceremony? And Elizabeth Mason? That's your sister isn't it?"

I hesitated before answering, knowing I had to reveal some hidden truths I had only alluded to before. "A Commitment Ceremony is kind of like a wedding. I suppose you could say that my sister is getting married."

"Isn't that a good thing?"

"It is. It is." I looked down. "It's just, I have been avoiding going back home. I haven't been home since I left for college. I was afraid they would be disappointed."

"Disappointed by me?" This didn't seem believable. Karen knew she was overly self-assured, but still, this didn't seem believable. "Do you think they won't like me?"

She looked at me, changed her tone. "I don't want to embarrass you. I'll buy you a nice suit. You'll look sharp. I promise. No games when you are with your family."

I sighed. "That's not it." Although it was nice that she had no desire to humiliate me. "They'll love you." I attempted to look away, to avoid her gaze, to avoid saying more. "They really will love you. But there won't be any suit."

This really got Karen's attention. "No suit?"

"My family. My mother and my sister. They have a different view of the world than most people. Maybe not different from you, but most people."

Karen was equally intrigued and confused.

"They believe in matriarchy." She understood the words, but not the meaning. "They believe in the Mother Earth, that women are sacred. They believe that power rests with women, and men should serve."

"They don't like men?"

"Oh, they do." I paused not knowing how to explain this. "I thought I had left all this behind. And then I fell in love with you."

"I love you too, but you're not making any sense. Do you not want me to meet your family?"

"I do. I guess I do. I'm just scared." She said she loved me. It was still hard to believe that I had won her affection.

"Scared?" She could see that was true, even if she didn't understand why. I was tense and shifting nervously. She stroked my head affectionately. "Everyone is nervous introducing their lover to their parents."

"You do love me, don't you?"

"Oh Chris. How can you even ask that? Of course I love you. I've never met anyone like you. Even though we've only been together a short time, I can't imagine being without you."

I leaned forward and kissed the top of her thigh in front of me. "Thank you."

"So, can I get you that sharp suit. And I'll have a beautiful dress. And together, we'll impress the hell out of them."

I smiled. Part of me wanted to just leave it at that. Be a normal couple. Look mom, I'm doing really well on my own, and this beautiful lady is my girlfriend, Karen. Oh, how I wished that could be true.

"I really want my mother to like you. And I know that she will. But to really be accepted..." I paused, trying to find the words. "For me to be accepted back home, I need to be the one wearing the pretty dress."

She sat back, shocked. For the first time, Karen was tongue-tied.

"It has to do with her beliefs. I was raised with those beliefs as well, in the belief of the Mother Goddess. Giver of life. The guiding force in nature. Women rule."

I looked up to her. She stared down at me with those piercing eyes, encouraging me to continue.

"I resisted my mother's beliefs. It's why I ran away from home. I thought I could be independent, live my own life." My mind drifted to when I left home, and my loneliness over the past few years. "Then I met you. In the end, she was right. You may not know my mother's beliefs, but you are the embodiment of her faith. A beautiful, strong and intelligent woman. A woman who expects any man who is close to her, to subjugate himself to her."

Karen continued to stare at me, trying to understand. She remained silent. She did not affirm what I said, nor did she deny it.

"I tried fighting it, but I guess I've come to accept those beliefs. I can only be happy submitting to a woman."

Karen grinned. "Happy, Obedient, Powerless, Empty." She remembered the mantra of my video meditation.

"Yes, that's it exactly." I was smiling. Perhaps I shouldn't be smiling as my fate was sealed. "For my mother, it's more than a kinky game. She believes in matriarchy. It is a kind of religion. She is part of a community of women that dominate men."

Karen was starting to understand, though she had never conceived of anything like this. "I thought you liked being with me? Submitting to me."

"I do." I responded unequivocally. "It's just, you're everything my mother wanted my lover to be. Strong, beautiful, intelligent... and dominant. The essence of what I was running from. Or to be more precise, running from what I am. Running away from this." I gestured to the dress I was wearing, kneeling before her.

I sighed. "But then I met you. I fell in love with you. And I'll do anything to make you happy."

She was positively glowing. "And that includes wearing a dress?"

"Yes, in my mother's, uhm.. church, for lack of a better word, well, they believe women rule. They are the representatives of the Mother Goddess. And men. Well, most men are used by women for their pleasure, to do the grunt work. Serving their needs, and then moving on. Most guys have this false sense of power as they woo women, give them things or do something to win their affection, have sex, and then move on. The classic playboy."

"Yet these men never receive true intimacy," I continued. "At least not how my mother would define it. They are never serving a mistress on a daily basis. They are only there for the instant gratification."

Karen was listening intently, surprised by my perspective on casual flings.

"Women have all the power. Men struggle to win their affection. Men want to care for women, and do things to receive their attention. And when men are dismissed they simply move on. It's a woman's choice."

"I have no wish to toss you aside."

I smiled. "I know. I know that now. I have come to accept the role my mother always envisioned for me. There are some men who are always there for their mistress. Welcomed into a woman's home. Familiars. The husbands, boyfriends, companions of dominant women. For us..."

It took me a moment to recognize within myself that it was 'us'. I was a Familiar. "Familiars like me." I said it. "... we don't have sex with women. We are feminized, we submit, and we accept that women will never have sex with us."

"So a dress for the wedding?" It was a question and an observation.

"For my mother to accept us, to accept me back home, she will want her little boy to be cared for. To be under the control of a dominant woman. To be a Familiar. That means feminized."

Karen took a moment to take all this in. She continued to stroke my cheek, and run her hands through my hair, as she stared at me.

"Do you want to wear a dress?"

"You mean at the commitment ceremony?"

"Well, yes, but also more generally. For instance, right now." She ran her hand along the front of my dress, and noticing the bra. Smiled. "Do you like wearing this dress?"

This was the crux of the matter. Did I like being feminized? I had struggled so hard, for so long, to be a real man. Yet in the end, I arrived back here, feminized and kneeling before a woman.

"I didn't want this. I left home, and tried to put all of my mother's beliefs behind me. I wanted to be a real man, strong, tough, independent. The kind of guy who gets the girl."

"You got me."

I raised a hand to stop her. "Yes, everything changed when I saw you. I was in love with you, from the moment I saw you walk into our office."

Karen smiled, fully appreciating my adoration.

"For me, being independent meant being alone, a virgin, living a meaningless existence. My attempt to be masculine was an utter failure. I'm so naturally effeminate that most people thought I was gay."

I brushed away some tears. "And then I met you. A goddess. Smart, beautiful, powerful. The epitome of the Mother Goddess that I long to worship. After years of fighting my mother's beliefs, I now know she is right. I am meant to be a Familiar. I want to be your Familiar, and serve you for the rest of my life."

Karen was smiling, beaming with almost giddy delight. She leaned forward and kissed me.

I now had tears of joy. "So, to answer your question, yes. Yes, I want to wear the dress. I want to be pretty for you. My mother will expect it at the commitment ceremony. Yet more than that. I want to show everyone that I belong to you."

Karen leaned forward, hugging me, and kissing me. "Oh yes, Christine. I'm not sure I understand all that this means, but I want you too, forever."

We continued to embrace and kiss with passion. Tears of joy streaming down my face.

Karen stood up and offered me her hand. I rose up, and took her hand. She then led us up the stairs to her bedroom.

She embraced me once more. Our lips meeting in a kiss. Her hands undressing me. The dress falling to the floor at my ankles.

Her hands glided along my delicate skin sending shivers along my body. She pointed to the floor, and I immediately dropped to my knees. It almost felt more comfortable to be kneeling before her. My skin was flushed with excitement and anticipation.

She stared down at me. Her hand ran along the bra strap. "This is pretty."

I understood that she meant far more than this particular bra. She had not seen me wear one before.

"Feminized at all times." I stated simply.

She smiled. Slowly, she started undressing. First the blouse, and then the slacks. Her eyes never left me, the obedient sissy kneeling before her. She removed her bra and panties, and was now completely naked.

Karen sat back on the bed, and shifted back until she rested comfortably against the headboard.

I stared at her in awe. Her majestic body stretched out before me.

She motioned me with her finger to join her on the bed. I climbed up, trying to contain my excitement. I was actually in Karen's bed.

I inched my way up her body. Starting with kisses to her delicate feet. She hadn't told me to do anything. Yet I was going to take this opportunity to worship her.

"Uhmm, that's nice," she moaned as I kissed up her legs. "Don't get any silly ideas though. I do love your kisses up my body, but you're still not going to have sex with me."

I paused to look her in the eyes and smile. "Of course not. A Familiar would never dare."

She smiled and then pushed my head back down. I accepted her directness, and resumed kissing up her leg.

"I think I'm going to enjoy meeting your family." She chuckled between moans of pleasure.

At that moment, I was looking forward to Karen meeting my mother and sister as well. I wanted her to learn about the Mother Goddess. I wanted her to understand how completely I worshipped her.

I kissed along her hips, avoiding her moist cunt. Her scent calling to me. Delicate kisses to her stomach. My touch tickled her, causing her to giggle and squirm.

I moved upwards to those beautiful breasts. Karen was staring at me, observing me, willing me to go on. I cupped both her breasts in my hands. My tongue flicked across her left nipple, eliciting a moan of approval. Light licks, circling her nipple, and blowing lightly on her moist breasts sent shivers throughout her body. I alternated breasts, eliciting more moans.

Karen was in no mood to be teased. She gripped my hair and pushed me into her breasts. I sucked her nipples in deep like a newborn babe. Oh, if only there were milk. Yet, there was everything else. Heaven within the embrace of these luscious orbs.

Her body tensed and released, leaving me gasping for breath as her bosom smothered me.

"Is this what you have longed to worship?" Her stern tone excited me further.

"Yes," I gasped out before once more being pushed onto the other breast.

"Yes, that's right. Worship me sissy boy."

I was too far gone to object to being called a sissy. Maybe it wasn't even objectionable anymore. Being a sissy led me here, suckling these gorgeous breasts.

With a firm grip of my hair, she pushed me down. Down to her sopping wet pussy.

A few long licks along her nether lips, tasting her sweet nector.

Her fingers remained wrapped in my hair, holding me tightly. She bucked her hips, burying my mouth within her cunt.

My tongue reached into her sweet spot. More guttural moans. My fingers rubbed along her bare pubis. Face pressed into her, I Inhaled deeply, breathing her in.

"That's it sissy, worship me!"

Her muscles tensed and she cried out, as the first orgasm hit her.

Far from sated, she began to buck her hips with more intensity. I was no longer licking her so much as keeping my tongue within her, and allowing her to fuck my face.

Her moans became louder, and her breath laboured. Her fingers tightened their grip on my hair. She thrust onto me with an animalistic ferocity.

As her next climax hit, I was trapped between her thighs. Her fingers nearly pulling out my hair. I couldn't breathe as her body shook with me entrapped.

She released me and collapsed back to the bed.

"Holy shit, that was amazing!" She was gasping for breath, body still trembling.

I could only smile in return, as I breathed deeply. The rush of euphoria, and air to my lungs, making me dizzy.

Karen climbed off the bed and entered her bathroom. I listened to the water running, wondering if I should leave to my room.

She emerged more refreshed, wearing a nightie and her robe, and sat back onto the bed. Such casual grace. Looking at her, I wanted to start all over, kissing and licking her. Small as it may be, my penis strained against my panties.

Karen recognized my arousal. I saw her glance down to my crotch. Her hand brushed along my inner thigh, close, but not quite touching my penis. Teasing me.

"It's so small."

It was stated with a dispassionate tone, though it cut me to the core.

"So much smaller than a man's. You can never please a woman with that."

She lifted her hand and gently ran it through my hair, as she stared me in the eyes. She was smiling at me. "But you do know how to please me with your tongue."

I should say something to defend my manhood. Although with my penis barely making an impression in my panties, I should take what praise I could. She was happy, and smiling at me. "Thank you."

She looked down at the little bump in my panties, and then back into my eyes. "I suppose you want me to stroke you, or put that little thing in my mouth?"

"Yes please," I whined. It had been over a week since I had any release.

She chuckled and shook her head. "And what pleasure would I get from doing that?"

"Please mistress," I begged, not answering her question.

"I don't know your mother's beliefs. Yet it seems to me a goddess should not concern herself with the pleasure of her servants."

I bowed my head in resignation. The noose had been tightened. Karen may not have known the principles of my mother's faith, but she understood it intrinsically.

Karen was exhilarated by this new found power. Not only was she manipulating me with her beauty, she could use my own belief in her superiority.

"You can use my bathroom to clean up."

I beamed with delight. I was not being dismissed for the night.

"Don't shut the door." She called out as I entered the bathroom. "I don't want you playing with yourself behind my back."

This hadn't occurred to me. Yet it also meant I was in for another evening of being held on the edge with no release.

When I returned to the bed, there was a nightie which Karen had retrieved from my room. Without complaint, I changed into it.

I was then completely caught off guard. Karen embraced me, and kissed me. Not a peck on the cheek, but a deep passionate kiss.

"I love you Christine. I don't know what it is about you, but I love you."

I melted into her arms. "I love you Karen."

I sat on the edge of the bed, motionless, as Karen lay back under the covers. I expected once again to be dismissed. Karen had made it clear, she doesn't actually sleep with any man.

She then lifted up the cover to invite me to lay down and cuddle with her.

I stared at her for a moment. Was I being tested? "I thought you don't allow men to sleep with you."

She sat up to embrace and kiss me once more. "Sweetie, I don't let MEN sleep in my bed. Now come to bed." She lay back down.

I gave a bemused look, but then resigned myself and lay back into her waiting arms. Resigning myself to happiness. Not a man, but a sissy. A Familiar in his mistress's embrace, in her bed.

We drifted off to sleep, spooning with me as the little spoon.