Sprite's Affection

1.

I thought I was watching some kind of play, some kind of skit for my benefit. I never expected this kind of exchange between my sisters.

Mistress Emily had glared at her sister. She then pointed to the floor and spoke words that made my heart stop.

"On your knees!"

Mistress Anna's eyes widened as she looked up at her older sister. "Wh-what?" She seemed to instinctively scoot closer to the edge of her seat.

"You heard me." Mistress Emily responded. "I said on your knees! You've been dressing like that because you want to be a fucking submissive maid like Sprite!"

"I-I don't know what you are talking about." Mistress Anna timidly protested.

"Bullshit!" Her sister declared. "If you were a proper Mistress, you would have told me to fuck off from the start."

Mistress Anna looked around the room, I think searching for some support. Miss Josephine was watching with rapt attention, Mistress had leaned forward in her seat, watching the spectacle.

I was frozen in place, unable to tear my eyes away. Of course, even if this was my "day off", I'm sure interjecting anything into the exchange would have had dire consequences.

"Emily, I--" Mistress Anna's mouth opened and closed, unable to form words. She seemed to freeze. I couldn't tell if she wanted to kneel, sit back and tell her sister to leave her alone, or run.

Probably all three.

Her expression looked like a cornered animal, eyes wide and searching, mouth open. Her whole body started to shake, her hands trembling noticeably.

Suddenly Mistress was standing between them, an index finger nudging Mistress Emily back three steps.

"Take it easy, Emily." she said. "You are pushing too hard." Her voice was calm and measured. "You are trying to force something that she isn't ready for."

"You are doing this to her!" My sister started to shout, but then checked herself under the hard gaze of my Mistress. "What the hell are you doing?"

Mistress Anna seemed to take a breath that she had been holding. Her body was still trembling, but the intervention of Mistress broke the tension. I felt myself releasing a breath that I didn't know I was holding.

Mistress reached out and stroked my youngest sister's cheek, a caress I was thoroughly familiar with. "It's ok, sweetie, you can go."

Mistress Anna's eyes shed a tear as she stood on shaky legs and took steps toward her room. The first steps were faltering, but gained strength as she went until she was practically running, her heels clattering on the hardwood as she went. I could hear a sob as she rushed into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

"What the fuck, Brenda?" Mistress Emily asked. "Are you trying to make her like Sprite?"

Mistress's eyes narrowed. "What have I been doing with you, Emily? Am I "making' you anything, or am I bringing out your potential?"

She turned to Miss Josephine. "What did I tell you about Emily before you came here?"

Miss Josephine smiled. "That Emily had the makings of an excellent dominant, if she can get out of her own way." She stroked the back of Cherry's neck, who was kneeling beside her. "I could see that as soon as we met."

My sister narrowed her eyes. "Oh yeah? What did she tell you about Anna?"

Miss Josephine looked back at her levelly. "That she had submissive tendencies, and that she could be like Sprite if she wanted. That was obvious to me also."

Emily looked between them. "So my little sister is a submissive wimp?" she asked. "Is that why she dresses like that? Because you made her?"

"Your sister is whatever she wants to be." Mistress replied. She looked down the hall, a thoughtful look on her face. Then she turned back to my sister. "And yes, she dresses like that by my direction, but it's still her own choice."

"My sister is not a sissy maid!" Mistress Emily declared. "She is not like my brother!" Her eyes started to glisten, a tear started to form.

I felt a knot in my stomach. She still hadn't completely accepted me, had she?

Mistress put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "She is not, not yet." She took hold of her other shoulder and squared her up. "She was not at a place to make that decision yet. You forced it too early. She has the potential to be a true Mistress or a submissive. She was coming to a decision point and you called her out on it before she was able to accept the idea."

Mistress Emily seemed to falter a bit, concern growing on her face. "Did I hurt her? Will she be alright?"

Mistress took a relieved breath. "Just give her space. She needs to work through this new development. Give her some time and you can apologize. Ultimately, You need to accept whatever direction she chooses. If you push too hard now, she may just run away from all of us."

Worry passed over my sister's face and then turned to resolve. "I will leave her alone. I don't understand why she would want to be like Sprite."

Mistress Smiled. "Of course not, you don't have that in you. That's why I am refining your dominance so that you could be a respectable Mistress if you wanted. Anna has the potential to be both, much like Josephine and Cherry here. Sometimes becoming a good dominant involves experiencing submissiveness first. She may be on that path. You need to let her follow it in her way."

"But what if she becomes a submissive maid and stays that way?" Mistress Emily asked.

"Then that would be her decision and you would need to honor it, like you are learning to do with Sprite."

Mistress regarded my sister with a thoughtful gaze. "Do you love your sister?"

Mistress Emily nodded enthusiastically. "Of course! She's my little sister."

"Then you must love her enough to let her choose a path even if you don't understand."

"Do you believe I love my husband?" Mistress asked. I felt my heart flutter a little. "Do you believe I loved him before he transformed into Sprite?"

My sister regarded me for a moment. "I think so, yes"

"I loved him enough to let him choose to become Sprite." Mistress explained. "I had to adjust my whole idea of life and marriage and love to allow him and help him on his journey. Of course I had to go through my own journey along with him to learn to be his Mistress."

Mistress made sure she was at eye level and had good eye contact with my sister. "I had to make love my first consideration above everything else to work through Bill's and then Sprite's issues. Then I had to learn to love myself in order to work through mine. You need to do the same thing, Love your sister first and above all else. Let her find her way."

I felt like rushing on my knees and kissing her feet and declaring my undying devotion to my Mistress again and again. Maybe this would explain to my sister why Mistress was my Sun and Moon and why I lived for even a hint of her attention.

Instead I stood from my seat and said. "Mistress, may I?" eyeing the hallway and Mistress Anna's door.

Mistress understood my question. "Go Sweetie." I instinctively curtsied and headed down the hallway.

2.

I padded quietly down the hallway, my black stilettos making soft clicks against the hardwood floors. Each step felt heavier than the last. My heart beat against my ribs like a frantic captive. Mistress Anna's door loomed ahead, closed tight, like a barrier between two worlds.

I paused in front of it, smoothing my skirt unconsciously, gathering myself. I didn't want to intrude. I didn't want to push her the way Mistress Emily had.

I just... wanted to be there for her.

I raised my hand and knocked gently.

No answer.

"Mistress Anna?" I called quietly through the door. After a moment I heard a small subdued voice respond,

"Come in, Sprite."

I gently turned the handle and pushed the door open. My youngest sister was sitting on the side of her bed, dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief. She looked a mess; red eyes and nose with mascara smeared on her cheeks.

She was still beautiful.

I closed the door behind me, knelt next to her, hugged her legs and rested my head on her knees facing out. I just wanted to hold her and let her find her voice. I didn't want her to see that I was near tears myself. I had a pretty good idea what she was going through.

We sat there, the silence permeating the room. I could feel the muscles in her legs flex and I would squeeze tighter and adjust my head, letting her know I was not letting go.

After a while I felt a faltering hand gently stroke my platinum curls. She would rest her hand on my head and stroke periodically. It was quite soothing for me, hopefully for her too.

"Does she hate me?" Her words breaking the silence caused me to jump a little. Her voice sounded soft and scared, almost like a little girl's.

"No Mistress, She loves you." I said.

"I don't know what to do" she said "I - I - I just don't know!" Her voice was breaking again. Fresh tears seemed on the way.

"I know, Mistress." I said quietly and squeezed her legs harder. "It can be overwhelming."

I knew that feeling all too well, like it was yesterday.

"I almost did it, you know."

"Mistress?"

"I almost did it. I almost dropped to my knees for her, for everybody." She said, "God! I wanted to. It would have been so easy!"

"I know, Mistress"

"But I couldn't!" she said, "I mean I could, but then I couldn't." she stroked my head a couple times. "Does that make sense, Sprite? I wanted to, but I couldn't."

"It makes all the sense in the world, Mistress." I told my sister, who seemed to be breaking every minute. "Would it help if I told you that I understood completely? That you are not alone? And that I love you?"

She rested her hand on my head and the silence drew on for several heartbeats.

"What was it like, Sprite, the first time you got on your knees for Brenda?" She asked.

I had to lick my lips and try to bring back some saliva to my dry mouth. "Scary, scary and wonderful, Mistress."

"I get scary." She said with a slight chuckle. "But when does the wonderful start?"

I smiled to myself as I worked to find the words. "Sometimes when you finally take that step. And it helps to have the right dominant. Someone you trust."

"At first, it was a game. For the longest time, we were co-authors of our lives and our marriage. But the more we played, the more we changed. Mistress was never the submissive woman in our relationship. We were mostly equals. But she had to learn to be dominant while I became more submissive. The more control I gave up, the happier I became. And she took to being dominant like a fish to water. The more controlling she became, the more I loved her. She was my Mistress."

I lifted my head and looked up at her. Her soft brown eyes searched my face as I said. "Emily is not your Mistress."

She bit her lower lip in thought. "If it was Brenda telling me to kneel, would it have felt better?"

"Only you can answer that, Mistress."

We stared at each other for several moments. Finally she looked down at herself. "You know, Brenda is the reason I dress like this." she said as she waved her hand down her body.

"Mistress kind of said so out there." I replied.

"When we first got here, I asked her to lunch." she started to explain. "I had so many questions about you. I wanted to understand how you could become, well, you."

I stayed silent, letting her continue.

"Out of nowhere, she told me that I had more in common with you then I did with her." she said. "I couldn't believe her. I just wanted to understand you."

"She smiled at me like she knew my soul. 'You need to start dressing up.' she told me. 'Short skirts, high heels, lingerie, the works. It's the end of casual clothes for you.' she said."

"I thought she was crazy!" My sister said."I asked her why I would do such a thing. 'Because I said so.' Can you believe that? She said it like it was the most natural thing in the world, like a stray comment between bites of sushi. She actually took a bite as she said it! I couldn't believe it!"

I laid my head back down on her knees, watching her as she spoke. She looked around the room as she gathered her thoughts.

"The next morning, I saw that black skirt and thought 'Maybe I'll try it.' I found my stockings and heels and put everything together with the white blouse. I saw Sexy Secretary in the mirror."

I remember that morning. Those were my thoughts exactly!

"It felt good! I mean really good! Like I was pleasing her and myself at the same time." She rubbed her cheek with the handkerchief, trying to rub off some of the mascara.

"My god! The look on her face when she saw me at breakfast. She knew she had me. I was so embarrassed. And I was excited at the same time, was it like that for you?"

"It's like that all the time, Mistress." I said.

"Oh God!" she continued. "I couldn't stop! It feels so good! The thought of wearing pants makes me feel weird now." She ran her palms down the sides of her skirt, smoothing the fabric over her thighs as if to reassure herself it was still there. "I like how I look and I like how I feel. Am I crazy?"

I smiled at her and squeezed her legs. "No Mistress, not at all. You are beautiful!"

We sat there for a few more moments. She placed her hands in her lap. She seemed to go to a far away place. Her hands clenching and releasing. She scanned the room some more and took extra attention on her bedroom door, like she was afraid someone was going to barge in at any moment.

She took several deep breaths, trying to gather her courage, I think. She interlocked her fingers and squeezed her eyes shut like she was trying to hold something in, but it had to come out.

"Can I show you something, Sprite?" She asked, looking down at me with scared eyes. Her body shook from her nerves.

I lifted my head and nodded. I didn't know what it was, but it seemed important to her, and she was trusting me with it.

She went to stand. I sat back on my calves as she gained her feet. She hesitated for a few moments, her hands fiddling with her waist. Then she nodded to herself and started undoing the waist of her skirt.

Then my jaw hit the floor.

She pulled her skirt down to her thighs. I could already see small cables wrapping around her waist and hips. I could barely breathe as she pulled down the front of her pink lacy panties to give me a fleeting glimpse of a silver shiny triangle covering her sex. Then she quickly pulled everything back up and sat back down. Her face was bright red from blushing this time. She couldn't meet my gaze.

"Wh-when?" was all I could ask.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Remember when Emily went crazy and ended up tied to her bed?"

How could I forget? She had tried to make me say the F-word after Mistress had thoroughly rid me of the ability to even think that word by making me... ugh! She made me eat broccoli! God, I hate that stuff! I shivered at the memory.

"When we left you to clean up and polish shoes was when she had me fitted with this thing."

I remember that she was walking differently when they returned. I had no idea why. Stupid bimbo sissy!

My sister took another deep breath. "I was in such awe of her that day, I couldn't deny her."

She looked down at me. "She told me that she would remove it when I asked. I haven't been able to bring myself to ask. What's wrong with me?"

I worked my way back onto my heels and took her hands. She stood and we hugged. She held onto me like she was grabbing a lifeline. I could feel her shake with new sobs.

"I don't know what to do." She spoke into my shoulder. I could only hold her and whisper soft words of encouragement.

"It's ok." I kept saying to her as I held her close. I wished I knew the words that would make it all better. I had been where she was, at a crossroads, or at least coming up to one.

She slowly relaxed and we pulled away from each other. I took her hands again and we sat on the bed together, which felt weird to me, like I was intruding on her space. Using furniture not assigned to me, even on my "day off" was unnatural.

"You don't have to do anything right now." I told her. Her eyes were wide and searching as I spoke.

"Mistress says you are coming up to a decision point. That you could be a Mistress, a submissive, or even both. Maybe you could learn to be a wonderful Mistress by first experiencing submission. She said the decision would have to be yours."

"What about Emily?" she asked, shaking a little.

"Our sister is headstrong and she has trouble thinking ahead." I said. "Mistress says she is learning, but she is still like a bull in a china shop. She called you out without thinking how it would affect you. She is really beating herself up over it. She said she would give you space. She does love you."

My sister looked down and squeezed my hands. "What do I do now?"

"Right now, you don't have to do anything." I waited for her to make eye contact. "Mistress Anna, I love you and I will always be here for you."

She gave me a wry grin. "I don't think I'm really worthy of the Mistress title Sprite" she said with a slight chuckle.

"You are Mistress Anna until I am told otherwise, Mistress."

Then she hugged me. "I love you sister," she said. I wrapped my arms around her, like I could shield her from every fear, every doubt.

"And I love you sister, and Mistress." I said in return.

She pulled away, a sense of relief about her. "Thank you Sprite," she said.

"Are you going to come back out?" I asked.

"In a while, I think. Let me wash my face and fix my makeup. I need to gather myself to face Emily again."

I stood and curtsied to her. "Understood Mistress." I turned and started pulling the door open.

"Sprite?" she said. I turned back to her. "I mean it, thank you." The look on her face was so full of love that my heart almost exploded. If I had dropped dead at that moment, I would have died happy.

What's the rule? "When in doubt, curtsy." Guess what I did.

Then I stepped back into the hallway and gently closed her door.

3.

The scent of roses was strong. I wondered if Mistress had applied fresh perfume while I was with my sister.

Turns out we actually had real roses.

I entered the den, to find Cherry arranging a bunch of roses. She had found a couple vases and was transferring them from their boxes.

"We had a delivery." Mistress Informed me. "Take a look."

I walked up to the roses. There were two long white boxes with red ribbons open on the coffee table. Each had carried a dozen roses, yellow and red.

I found the card for the red roses. It said "Please forgive me, I'm sorry. --M"

I looked up at Mistress, wondering what she was thinking.

She gave me a humorless smile. "He can shove those roses up his ass, for all I care."

She said it quietly, but there was a clear undertone of anger in her voice. I think it will take a while for her to let him off the hook.

I found the card for the yellow roses. It only had a simple number written on it.

"10"

I looked at Mistress, confused.

"Lamar is now offering ten million. Bill and I will need to have a conversation soon." She looked a little pensive. I could feel Bill's apprehension spike, along with my own.

I curtsied to her. "I understand, Mistress." I would follow her lead, as always.

She broke into a devious grin. "I think we will let him stew a little longer." She said,

I smiled back at her. It seemed she had all of the power when it came to Mr. Henry's little software disaster. Although I could feel Bill aching to fix and baby his creation.

"So!" Mistress clapped her hands together. "Cherry says she is making vegan pizza. Does that sound good?"

It did sound good. It wasn't meat-lovers with extra mushrooms, but I would take it.

We settled into our seats as Cherry whisked away the flower boxes and turned her attention to dinner. The television was running a stream of trivia game shows. Normally I loved watching and shouting out answers, but tonight I was too distracted. The questions sounded like static--half of them referenced things I hadn't kept up with in ages.

Across the room, Mistress Emily kept sneaking glances my way, her brow furrowed in curiosity. I could practically hear the questions bouncing around her head. What did Anna say? What did Sprite see? I tried to ignore her... with middling success.

Eventually Mistress Anna emerged from her bedroom.

Mistress Emily was up from her seat like a shot, halfway across the room before remembering herself. She stopped short of Mistress Anna. Her expression showed her hesitation, regret, and worry.

They stood frozen, eyes locked.

Then Mistress Anna opened her arms.

Without another word, Mistress Emily stepped into the embrace, and they held each other tightly--two strong women struggling to understand their own changes, and each other.

"I'm sorry. I just don't understand," Mistress Emily whispered.

Mistress Anna rested her cheek against her sister's. "It's okay. I don't understand either."

I felt a sigh come out of me, like I was releasing a breath that I didn't know I was holding. I wanted to join in their embrace and be in that place with them. But that wasn't where I belonged. My place was to serve them and love them.

Could this "day off" end already? I felt weird.

4.

The vegan pizza was delicious. Then the raspberry tart... wow! Cherry really had a way in the kitchen. Maybe tomorrow, when I am back to normal, I can return the favor to her.

My sisters came to the table holding hands. It made me happy to see them loving each other.

Mistress Emily kept shooting thoughtful glances my way, while our sister just gave me smiles.

After dinner, we watched more television. Some kind of dating competition. Not something Bill, or as it stands, I had any real interest in watching. I found all of the shows we watched today to be incredibly boring. But I got to spend time with Mistress and that was all that mattered.

As the night ended, Miss Josephine and Cherry retired for the night. My sisters stood to do the same. Mistress Anna kissed me on the cheek as she went to her room.

Mistress Emily, however, stood in front of me with a thoughtful gaze. Then she reached out and hugged me. It felt wonderful to hold her tightly, her scent of lilacs filled my senses.

She pulled back and made eye contact with me. "Thank you, Sprite, for taking care of her."

"Always Mistress, I love her and I love you."

She regarded me for a few more moments, her eyebrows coming together. I was hoping she would return my words to me. I thought maybe that she was close. Instead, with an expression of what I thought showed a bit of guilt, she released me and walked down the hall to her room.

She seemed to be hugging herself as she went.

I would have loved to hear those words from her. Today, the hug and thank you would have to suffice.

I curtsied to Mistress and was ready to wish her good night. Before I could, she took my hand and led me into her bedroom.

She had me close the door behind us as we entered. Still holding my hands, she graced me with several small kisses on my lips and cheeks. Then she reached for the bottom of my shirt and lifted it up, I picked my arms up to facilitate its removal.

Her crystal blue eyes glistened in the soft light of the room. The lamplight created a soft glow around her, making my "little trapped weiner" as she liked to call it, squirm in its prison.

She turned around so that I could unzip her dress, which she let fall to the floor. Turning back, she unhooked the clasp of my skirt's waistband and let it fall to my feet. I could feel my body start to strum with excitement.

She reached behind me and unhooked my bra. With my breasts exposed, Her mouth found its way to my nipples, sending me through the roof!

"OMG! This woman knew what she was doing! Bliss overcame me. My arousal, centered around my groin, expanded, making my whole body sensitive and needy. I felt like I was going to explode!

Leaving me properly revved up, She stepped back and removed her own bra and panties.

Wow! After several years of dating and marriage, and transitioning from husband and wife to Mistress and maid. I have seen her in the nude countless times. I have explored her whole body with my hands and my mouth many times.

But each time I see her naked, it's like the first time, and I am always in awe.

She sat on the side of the bed, holding out a foot for me to remove her sandals. I dropped to my knees and proceeded to unbuckle them and pull them off of her feet. Impulsively, I kissed both of her feet. The smile she gave me when I looked up at her was both loving and predatory.

She held my head with her hands and bent down to kiss me. I felt a sense of weightlessness, of perfect rightness. I was exactly where I wanted to be, at her feet and at her will.

She pulled me up and onto the bed with her. I lay next to her, our breasts pushing against each other. We spent some time kissing until she pushed on my shoulders. I took the cue and worked my way down her body, giving plenty of attention to her amazing breasts. Her sighs let me know I was doing everything right.

I could tell she was ready for more by the way she pushed me down further, sending me directly to her nexus. She was wet and excited. I wasted no time getting to work, using all of the skills I have learned over my time as her servant.

She quickly let out a squeak, signifying her first orgasm. Her hand on my head kept me working and I brought her to four more orgasms. By the end, my mouth and jaw were getting tired.

Mistress pulled on my platinum curls, bringing me back up to face her. The color in her cheeks filled me with a satisfaction that, while no substitute for release, was enough. More than enough. That was the world I lived in. My chastity thrummed as she stared into my eyes. I felt loved and owned and happy.

"Mistress." I whispered. This single word was a sigh of contentment, of love. Her eyes sparkled and she kissed me softly. Then she signaled for me to turn around. I made myself into the small spoon, laying my head on one arm as she wrapped her other arm around me, kissing my shoulder.

"My girl." she languidly spoke. It was an appropriate response to my own utterance.

"How do you feel about cleaning for Dr. Morgan?" she asked softly. Dr. Morgan was the plastic surgeon who gave me my breast and lip enhancements.

"I would be happy to work for her, Mistress." I spoke into the night's calm.

"Good, because that is where I am sending you tomorrow." She said, her voice was soft, but there was no questioning her decision.

I lay there, hugging her arm close to me, accepting her order. Then I had a thought. "Can I wear pink tomorrow, Mistress?"

She chuckled softly, "Of course, Sweetie! I think she would adore you in your pinkest finery."

I felt the need to close my "Day off" in the same way that it opened. "I love you, Mistress."

I felt her squeeze me a little tighter. "I know, My Love, I know." her breathing slowly evened out, eventually becoming soft, musical snores.

I lay there, basking in the warmth of her body and her closeness. My stockinged legs brushed softly as I stretched into a more comfortable position.

I felt myself give a contented sigh as I slowly drifted off into dreamland.