A Familiar's Fate Ch. 14

Chapter 14

I stood for a while in the foyer, wondering what to do with myself. I continued to look out the window, tracing the spot where Karen had long since exited. Like a puppy, I hung by the doorway quietly whimpering as my owner disappeared.

Eventually, I went to the kitchen. I wasn't really hungry, but cooking and cleaning were my comfort zone.

Once again, I took advantage of this well equipped kitchen that I now had access to. I made some treats, giving the home a sweet aroma.

This made me hungry, so I made a simple dinner for myself.

I glanced at the clock. 7:15. Karen would have only just started dinner. I imagined her smiling, talking and laughing with her fellow dinner guests. Delighting anyone who had the pleasure of being near her.

Someone not me. What to do?

The stress and anxiety of wondering about her was getting to me. Would she meet a strong, handsome and successful man at the dinner, and then wonder what she was doing with a loser like me. It then dawned on me that the solution to my anxiety was meditation. Specifically, watching my videos of HOPE.

I found the login sheet for the videos in my bedroom. And since I was there, I decided to change into a cute nightie and a pink satin robe. The fabric instantly sent shivers along my delicate skin.

Now giddy with excitement, I decided to use the basement rec room for a change. The large TV was able to load the website, and I settled in.

Initially, I debated stretching out on the sofa to make myself more comfortable. Yet somehow, that just seemed wrong. I decided to kneel down on the carpeted floor. That seemed right, my place.

And almost immediately, the video's message spoke to me, spoke to my state of anxiety.

"Losing hope my pretty one? Are you losing control? Do you lack the strength and willpower to be independent?"

My mistress said I was pretty, but now I'm here home alone. In her home, but once more waiting alone while she was out talking to real men. It was some business/society dinner, so there would of course be other women there talking to Karen. Yet right now, I could only process the image of handsome men in suits seducing her. My fear of real men, and their superiority over weak effeminate me, drove me crazy. Rationality be damned. Why would she ever choose me over them?

"Don't you worry your pretty little head." The strong feminine voice continued to soothe me. "You're not supposed to be in control. You're supposed to obey. You're naturally docile."

I sighed with relief, and sexual excitement.

"Remember your mantra sissy."

"Happy Obedient Powerless Empty." I repeated along with the video.

It took all my willpower to not masturbate as the video continued. My erection pressed up the panties in a very unladylike fashion. I started to rub myself and then whimpered as the video focused on obedience.

"Did your mistress give you permission to touch yourself?" The mistress of the video asked rhetorically.

I pulled my hand away like I had touched a stove element.

How did the video always seem to know what I was thinking or doing? Were sissies like me so simple minded, so predictable?

"You must always obey your mistress and anticipate her needs. Your needs are unimportant. Serving her gives you purpose. And you must always be ready and eager to please."

The video mistress looked into the camera, into my soul. "That means no touching. Deny your pleasure. Remain eager to please your mistress."

I groaned in frustration, but also resignation. There was no question of disobeying. I couldn't hide it. Karen would know instantly that I stroked myself and came. The absence of my sissy whine, begging for release, would be immediately apparent.

"Your hands are for caressing her. Your mouth is for worshipping her. Your body is for her service alone. Your tiny sissy penis is for nothing. No woman ever wants that. It only exists as a reminder of your inferiority."

I whimpered as the truth cut me to the bones. I placed my hands behind my back, bound by imaginary handcuffs. Anything to resist touching my penis which twitched with excitement at my emasculation.

"You want to be a good boy, and serve your mistress."

Yes, I do.

The video continued with a collage of beautiful women and feminized boys servicing them.

A recurring theme being tease and denial. The women enjoying full orgasms. Their servants being very attentive, but receiving no release. Occasionally the ladies would stroke or hold the penis for a brief moment, and then pull away with a laugh at the desperate sissy.

Indeed, the video began to highlight the device dreaded by sissies. The cock cage. The chastity cage which tortured us for being aroused. Like all sissies, it both excited and scared me. It symbolically and literally made our cocks useless.

This morning, Karen seemed genuinely excited by the 3rd rule for Familiars in the matriarchal faith in Goddess Mother Earth, chastity. Therefore, a cock cage seemed a likely next step.

And unbeknownst to her, hidden in my room among the boxes from my apartment was a chastity cage. Like the videos I was now watching, it was a 'gift' from my mother. A subtle reminder that she felt that I was rejecting my place as a Familiar, and that I belonged on my knees serving a mistress.

I sighed. Years of struggling for my independence. And for what? In the end, I am on my knees desperate for the approval of a beautiful woman. Perhaps I should let Karen know about the cage.

Although the videos moved on, they never abandoned the suggestion. Many of the sissies portrayed were wearing cages.

The videos now focused on being pretty. How to fully embrace your feminization? How does a sissy give pleasure to his mistress' eye? The video was hypnotic and informative.

The next video focused on domestic service. It continued to have that hypnotic voice. "It is your duty to serve your mistress in whatever capacity. Your home is your mistress' palace. You honour her by maintaining it, and keeping it pristine."

I was engrossed by the image of a sissy scrubbing the floor on his knees, while wearing a French Maid's uniform. His mistress stood nearby, wine glass in hand, staring down at him.

"That's hot." A voice from behind me.

I was so startled, my body practically bounced off the floor. I staggered as I knelt up and turned towards her.

Karen stood there as the statuesque beauty that she was, still wearing the evening gown from her dinner event. She smiled, looking at the video which continued to play on the screen, and then down at me.

It was clear that she liked everything she saw. Me in the nightie and pink robe, kneeling on the floor, and the sissy maid on screen serving his mistress.

I continued to stare at her tongue tied. Clearly, I had lost all track of time. I had become so revved up, watching these videos of submission, and anxiously awaiting her return.

Karen stepped forward, around the sofa, and stood beside me. Her attention continuing to shift between the screen, and me kneeling at her feet.

I bent forward and kissed her feet. It was instinctive, and hopefully appropriate.

The smile from Karen confirmed that this was precisely the right thing to do. She sat down on the sofa, and stroked my hair.

"My pretty sissy."

I smiled, finally coming to terms with the beauty in those words. There was so much meaning in that simple phrase. I was hers. I was pretty to her. And, I was indeed a sissy, a feminine boy who could never be a real man.

She continued to stroke my hair petting me. "I missed you. Seeing how pretty you looked, and those sad puppy eyes when I left. Heart breaking."

I curled up to her, resting my head on her thigh. "You're home now."

Nothing else needed to be said. She seemed so content to sit back, and enjoy my breath on her skin. The video continued to intrigue her.

"Is this part of that meditation you mentioned earlier? What was it, Happy and obedient, something?"

"Yes, the HOPE series. Happy, Obedient, Powerless, Empty." I answered simply, raising my head only slightly. I kissed her thigh before resting my head once more upon her warm skin.

She moaned lightly, "uhmmm," delighting in my breath, and the simple act of me kneeling before her.

We rested like that for some time. Her watching the video, glancing down at me, and stroking my hair.

I listened to the video, continuing to absorb its message. It all rang true as I knelt at Karen's feet.

Slowly, I began to kiss her. First, gentle pecks to her knees, and then upwards.

She parted her legs, allowing me access to her inner thighs.

Kiss, kiss, kiss. Her skin getting warmer.

Karen lifted herself up slightly, and pulled her skirt back. Her legs now spread wide, and inviting.

I didn't hesitate. Soft kisses on her now damp panties. As always, her musky scent intoxicating. I gently pushed the fabric to expose her sex.

Long, slow licks along the inside of her nether lips. Delighting in the flavour. Then short dabs of the tongue inside, exciting her.

Her hand tightened its grip on my hair, pressing me forward.

My licks intensified. Faster and deeper. A brief pause for a long lick to fully taste her. Then, once more, fast and deep.

She was now moaning. "Oh yess!... That's good Christine... Keep it up bitch!" Heavy breathing, and her thighs tightening around my head.

Sensing she was close to climax, I intensified my efforts. Trapped between her firm thighs, all I could do was lick.

And then the moment I always fantasize about, that piercing scream of pleasure, and her body shuddered.

Karen sat back, panting for breath. She stroked my hair and stared into my eyes. Her juices dribbling down my chin.

"Good girl, good girl..."

I was out of breath myself, but I smiled back at her. It felt good to please her.

She then stood up, and offered me her hand. I turned off the video and TV, and allowed her to lead me up the stairs hand-in-hand.

So sweet and possessive.

I wondered if we would stop at my bedroom door. Part of me wanted that. Part of me hoped she would stroke me to a climax. Part of me was scared of being completely under her spell within her bedroom.

Yet none of those fears detracted from the overwhelming longing to be with her.

We entered the inner-sanctum, her bedroom. As I was already wearing a nightie, there was no need for me to change. I sat on the edge of the bed, watching her casually undress.

It was still inconceivable that this gorgeous woman was allowing me into her bed. Even if it was only to cuddle, it was still an honour.

My penis strained involuntarily, aching from its tucked position between my legs. I attempted to will it down. Dead puppies. Baseball. The Queen. Nothing worked. How could it as I continued to stare at Karen?

Worse still, Karen noticed. "Oh Christine, that's not very ladylike. I hope you're not expecting me to take care of that."

Yes, yes please. I hung my head and shook my head.

Karen only chuckled. She climbed into bed, under the covers. "Come along sweetie, it's been a long day." She lifted up the covers on my side of the bed.

I crawled into bed laying on my side facing away from here. Still hopelessly trying to hide my erection. This seemed to suit her just fine as she spooned me.

"Uhmm, this is nice," she said in a soft voice. Her arm enwrapped me and her breasts pressed against my back. "I had forgotten how nice it was to cuddle. Guys can be so demanding."

Good thing I'm not a guy. Despite my little penis straining against my panties, desperate for release.

I managed to relax and simply enjoy being in her arms, the little spoon. Her warm breath tickled my neck, and her chest continued to rise and fall against my back.

Once more, I slept with Karen. Actually slept. Yet that was something no other man could claim. If I could still claim to be a man?