A Familiar's Fate Ch. 18

Those who have experienced chastity in a relationship understand this. Those who are uninhibited, never will. It's not at all like a couple in which one or both have lost the intimate passion for one another. My passion for Karen was at a fever pitch.

Each time my own arousal led to pain, it intensified my need to give her pleasure.

And Karen blossomed with this new found power. At home, I would spend hours servicing her. At work, and in public generally, she was far more assertive.

There was no longer any question of her dominance. Even amongst my lady friends, there was acceptance. They may have feared for me as I dropped further and further into submission. Yet, there was obviously no hidden intentions from Karen in this relationship.

No longer was there any concern that Karen might let me go for another man. If anything, they now worried about the opposite, would she ever allow me any freedom?

A fair concern, but I didn't want to be free.

So, it was with this mindset that I finally returned home. It was the weekend of my sister's Commitment Ceremony. Her Familiar, Erica, would officially bend the knee.

It was only a few hours drive away, so we took off early Friday afternoon, and arrived mid-evening. My mother was not at home, so we proceeded to visit the engaged couple.

I had never been here, although I had sent Christmas presents and the like. Remember, Elizabeth was not even 18 when I left home. Now she was a woman, and mother had provided her the financing for a home befitting a young mistress.

Karen was somewhat surprised when she saw it. She had seen my dingy apartment, and had not expected my sister to be living so comfortably. She posed some guarded questions, not wanting to open old wounds, as to why my sister received such benefits, but I did not.

I pretended to misunderstand. "I don't know. I think our home is bigger. And being in the city, it's likely more valuable."

"Yes, but... " she stopped herself. She didn't want to say her property was not my home.

I gave her a reprieve, patting her thigh. "It's OK. My mother would never help a man own property. And I ran away, remember. Now, she will definitely recognize and support a daughter-in-law who is caring for her obedient son."

Karen didn't need the financial aid. Yet the sentiment was clear. It was also the first time the suggestion of marriage came up. It was far too early for that subject, but it was bound to come up this weekend.

Karen didn't say anything. Perhaps she was startled by the suggestion of marriage. This was all happening too fast. Yet, she didn't dispute it though. She was my mistress, and I was her Familiar.

We knocked on the door.

Elizabeth opened the door, with Erica standing behind her. She beamed with delight. "Christine, you're back!" She hugged me.

I didn't quite know how to react. I wasn't sure she would even recognize me after all these years, and with me now being feminized. And truth be told, we hadn't always gotten along. It was heartwarming to have such a warm welcome.

Before I could respond, her attention had turned. "And you must be Karen. It is so nice to meet you."

"Thank you. Likewise." The two shook hands warmly.

"Come in, come in." Elizabeth waived us in, ushering us to the adjacent living room.

We stood together for a moment as the two ladies exchanged some pleasantries.

The fourth member of our group had yet to be acknowledged. Elizabeth turned to Erica, with a stern look. "Is this how mistresses are greeted in this home?"

Erica immediately dropped to her knees. "Sorry mistress."

Erica bent down and kissed Karen's foot. "Welcome to our home mistress. I hope that I can be of service to you."

Karen was surprised. She looked at me for guidance. What was the proper response to this strange gesture of submission?

I knelt down and kissed Elizabeth's foot. It was disconcerting to kneel and kiss the feet of my younger sister, but failing to do so would be a humiliation for Karen.

"Thank you for welcoming us into your home mistress. I hope that I can honour your hospitality with my service."

Karen looked even more stunned. She looked down at Erica and I, and then to Elizabeth.

My sister smiled. "I forgot that you are not a member of our faith. Yet, this is a useful protocol to establish that this is a woman led home."

Karen nodded. This simple act had indeed made it clear that women rule, and men are slaves. She was starting to appreciate my upbringing, and that the developments in our relationship over the past couple months were far more than a fetish.

The ladies proceeded to the sofa. Erica and I crawled over, and knelt beside them.

Elizabeth looked at me on my knees, and spoke to Karen. "I'm so happy Christine has learned to kneel. Mother and I used to constantly order him off the sofa. Imagine, sitting there like an equal."

Karen chuckled, remembering that putting me on my knees in front of her sitting on the sofa, was one of her first acts of dominance.

Looking at Erica, Karen remarked. "She seems well trained. I understand you have been together for quite some time."

"Oh yes, since high school. She developed an early infatuation, and I've just nurtured it along. Making full use of her devotion."

"And now you're getting married. Are you nervous?"

"A Commitment Ceremony," Elizabeth corrected her. "Although, I suppose, legally speaking it is a marriage." She paused to pet Erica's hair. "I imagine that this one is getting nervous. Declaring before friends and family that she will be a faithful servant for life."

She leaned forward and kissed Erica. "I know I made the right choice. I'll be a good mistress to my faithful pet."

Any doubts I may have had about my sister, not that I really did, disappeared. The two of them were truly in love. Not conventional love, but the love of a mistress and her devoted Familiar.

It was also clear that my sister was all grown up. She was a beautiful and intelligent young woman. And unlike many girls, she didn't mock and discard the weak sissy boy who dared to seek her affection. She had carefully molded him over years into a devoted servant.

The two ladies really hit it off. Elizabeth shared some embarrassing stories about me. Yet, overall, it was pleasant. Two mistresses conversing while their Familiars knelt silently at their feet. What could be more natural?

Elizabeth repeatedly indicated how happy she was that Karen had subdued me. At one point, Karen surprised me by remarking, "You make it sound like he was a real trouble maker."

Elizabeth laughed. "I suppose not in the traditional sense. He was too much of a wimp for that. Yet, he was so disobedient. He would never listen to me. He would throw temper tantrums whenever mother was away, and she put me in charge. He would argue whenever I received favourable treatment, as if a young man would ever have rights in our home."

"... I distinctly remember one weekend that mom was away, and she took Alexis. This left me in charge, so I invited some friends over for a slumber party. I would have been 14 or 15, and Christine 16 or 17."

"17" I interjected, hating this story. "And you hadn't turned 15 yet."

I could see in her eyes that she debated admonishing me for speaking without permission, but decided to proceed. "Anyways, I wanted Christine to dress as a maid, and serve us. It would have been fun. I mean, they all knew he was a sissy anyways. He would have been so cute. Yet, rather than letting us have our fun, he barricaded himself in his room the entire weekend."

Karen and Elizabeth laughed. And when I looked over at Erica, I could see her looking down in shame. Something told me that Elizabeth had another chance with a more cooperative sissy.

It was hard to believe that nearly 2 hours disappeared in conversation. Elizabeth offered us a spare room, but Karen politely declined. My mother was expecting us. And so, we continued on to my childhood home.

It was nearly 10:00 when we knocked on my mother's door. The visit to Elizabeth had been a successful warm-up, but I couldn't help being nervous. After all these years, I was finally home. My mother had won, I was now broken-in.

Would she be happy for me? After all, I was with Karen, the kind of beautiful, intelligent, and successful woman that any parent would want to be with their son.

On the other hand she could mock me for being such a weak sissy. After my dramatic departure, I never achieved true independence. Why did I fight being a sissy for so long?

Mother answered the door and smiled. "Christine! Karen! You made it. Welcome!"

So far so good as we were welcomed in.

Once we were inside and settled, Karen looked at me. I knew precisely what she wanted. It was important for her to make a good first impression. And much as I may have hated it, I knew it was the right thing.

I knelt down and kissed my mother's foot. "Thank you for welcoming us home. I hope that I can honour you with my service."

Looking up, I could see the smile on my mother's face. I was truly home, and on my knees where I belonged.

This status was maintained as the ladies sat down on the sofa.

My mother stroked my cheek affectionately. "I am so glad you're home Christine. I've missed you. And you look just as cute and demure as I had always hoped."

"Thank you mother," I blushed.

She directed her attention to Karen. "I can see why my Christine fell for you. You are quite elegant."

"Thank you, Ms. Mason."

"Diane, please."

"Diane," Karen nodded. She understood that she was being welcomed into my mother's home as an equal.

"I understand that you were not familiar with our faith. Yet, I gather you have adopted the manners of our faith. I appreciate that. It can be so difficult for a sissy boy to find a woman who appreciates how to use them. Christine is very lucky to have found you."

"And me as well. Most guys can be unbearable."

"So true. Since I have been served by Alexis for years, I sometimes forget how men can be so full of themselves."

She paused. "Speaking of. Where is my Familiar? She'll be so happy to see Christine?" She stood, and leaned into the hallway. "Alexis. Come here sweetie."

Strange, but I rarely thought about Alexis. Yet, it dawned on me just then, how much I missed her. For all my life at home, Alexis had been my role model, my caregiver, and a loyal family member who never judged me.

Perhaps I had avoided thinking of her because she was a role model.

When Alexis entered the room, I rose to give her a hug. Alexis was equally giddy with delight. We even kissed one another. I had forgotten this was common amongst Familiars.

"Christine, you're finally home. The prodigal sissy returns."

I blushed and laughed. I had forgotten her sense of humour.

The ladies looked on, smiling at this effeminate display of affection.

"Pardon me, where are my manners?" Alexis knelt down and kissed Karen's feet. "Welcome to our home mistress. I can't tell you how pleased I am that you are here, and have brought our Christine home under heel. I hope that I may honour you with my service."

Kneeling next to Alexis, I couldn't help but blush. Not only was I truly home, but my mistress was being welcomed as the goddess she truly was.

Karen clearly appreciated this sign of devotion. And from the glance she gave me, I sensed her arousal as well.

Mother seemed equally pleased.

Alexis disappeared for a moment to serve wine to the ladies and promptly knelt again.

Mother's only acknowledgement of Alexis was a light pat to her head. "Good pet."

The two ladies proceeded to chat for another hour or so, with their Familiars kneeling silently at their feet. This was my family home and my mother, but only women spoke. It was unnerving to once again be referred to in the 3rd person as I knelt before them. Yet, once again I had Alexis as a model for proper behavior.

Mother asked Karen what I had told her about our family's faith. She then chuckled as Karen indicated our belief in a female led society, and the 3 rules of a Familiar.

Karen seemed startled by mother's laughter. Had she grossly misinterpreted everything?

Mother immediately assured her. "Sorry, I don't mean to laugh. It's just typical of a sissy. Even though they are effeminate, they continue to focus on their role and duties. Typical male behaviour, focused on themselves rather than the divine feminine which stands before them."

She then stroked my hair affectionately, and stared into my eyes even as she spoke to Karen. "It's not their fault really. Their tiny minds are incapable of comprehending the true power and glory of women."

My instinct was to argue with her, to say that I worshipped Karen. Yet, I knew that would only prove her point. I had to trust that my mother would give Karen the proper guidance.

It had been a long day, and we were all ready for a good night's sleep. Mother informed Karen that Elizabeth's old room had been prepared for her. I suppose I expected us to be offered the larger bedroom. I did have a lump in my throat as she advised Karen that my old room was also prepared if she preferred not to share her bed with her sissy.

One might expect a mother to not welcome her son and his new girlfriend to sleep together under her roof. Yet, that was not it. This was merely highlighting a mistress' right to dismiss her Familiar at any time, and sharing a mistress' bed was only a privilege, one she could easily dismiss.

Fortunately, Karen recognized this for what it was. She looked at me, staring into my imploring eyes.

She then responded. "She will stay with me. I have allowed Christine into my bed since she was caged. She can be quite comforting."

I could see from the glint in her eyes that she was thinking of the licking she received each night. I was honoured, and excited myself, that I could service her here of all places.

Moreover, mother seemed pleased as well.

Once settled in the bedroom, I immediately showed my appreciation. Per my usual custom, I slowly kissed up her legs, worshipping every inch. She stopped me before I began to lick her nether lips

"Won't your mother hear us?" Karen was typically quite vocal in her pleasure. This was our first time outside of our home.

"Probably, but it's OK. In fact, it's good. She'll be proud of her son pleasuring a woman."

She giggled. What a surreal situation. "Won't she think that we're, you know..."

It was disarming that after everything, Karen was being modest, and nervous about my mother. "No, we all know that I can't do that."

Karen nodded, and pushed my head down to her waiting pussy. I returned to my task, my happy place, licking Karen to orgasm.

As ever, the smell and the taste of her urged me onward. It was my drug.

It was true that I could not do the other unspoken act. It was expressly against the rules for a Familiar. Yet, perhaps more aptly, my little penis was not capable of giving Karen the kind of pleasure my tongue now gave her.

She was well sated, and likely everyone in the house knew it. We cuddled together before drifting off to sleep.