A Familiar's Fate Ch. 19

How can I explain my disorientation the next morning? Karen was still asleep beside me. Her delicate curves enwrapped in the bed covers, rising and falling gently with her breath. The room was unfamiliar, but still unmistakably my home.

It was as though I had traveled back in time to a younger self who hadn't resisted. Yet, simultaneously, I had traveled to the future in which I had publicly committed to Karen, and my love and devotion to her was simply understood by all.

Somehow, it all existed in the now. I was that obedient Familiar my mother wanted me to be. And, the woman of my dreams lay beside me, and she was honoured by all. I was happy.

I sat for a moment, just enjoying the sight of her. Yet, fearing that I would disturb her, I crept out of the room to the washroom down the hall, and had a shower.

Washed and dressed, I made my way downstairs to the kitchen. And like always, there was Alexis. She kissed me in greeting, still excited to see me.

"What does your mistress like for breakfast? Or would you prefer to make it for her?"

I had forgotten that Alexis always served breakfast to Elizabeth and mother, and I prepared my own meals. It was sweet.

"I'll prepare it for her. Have you eaten?"

Alexis nodded towards a half eaten meal on the counter. "You know where everything is. Help yourself."

Whatever Alexis had prepared smelled delicious. So, it was tempting to accept her offer. Yet, I knew that demonstrating that I hadn't forgotten my instructions for domestic service would assure everyone of my place.

I began preparing an omelette. Alexis was putting the final touches on mother's meal. We chatted as we worked, catching me up on some local gossip. I was really touched when Alexis said, "Your mistress is really beautiful. I'm happy for you."

There was no talk of why we were both feminized, and domestic servants. That was understood.

I didn't hear mother come down the stairs, and nearly jumped when I heard her.

"It warms my heart to see my two Familiars together once more in the kitchen."

Alexis and I both smiled.

"Good morning mistress. Breakfast is ready mistress. I'll bring it to the dining room." Alexis spoke in her customary deferential tone.

Not long after Alexis exited the kitchen with the savory dish for mother in hand, Karen entered the room.

"Something smells wonderful." She strolled in, and kissed me on the cheek.

I blushed. "Good morning mistress. You can join mother in the dining room. Your breakfast is almost done." I pointed to the adjacent room.

She smiled, appreciating my anticipation of her needs, and proceeded to the dining room.

The ladies dined together, and continued their conversation from last night. I followed Alexis's example by eating in the kitchen. I was tempted to enter the dining room just so I could listen to what they were saying. I dreaded what secrets may be shared, or whatever suggestions my mother would make.

My fears were justified. Once we had finished cleaning up, Alexis and I joined our mistresses in the living room. Karen was clearly being made to feel comfortable in my family home. Yet, this could only mean trouble for me.

Kneeling before them, mother then addressed us. "I was just telling Karen that it's tradition for the Familiars to prepare for the Commitment Ceremony. To do the decorating and food preparation for the celebration, and most of all helping Erica to get dressed and ready. So, you'll be sleeping at Elizabeth's home this evening. That's where we'll be holding the ceremony."

I should have known this. It is tradition for the ceremony to be at the home of a mistress, so long as privacy allowed. However, I would miss sleeping with Karen. Moreover, I dreaded how the ladies, including Karen, would celebrate the upcoming nuptials.

My dread was immediately replaced by something else.

"Alexis, I think Erica could use some help with the planning, and last minute shopping. But there's not much to do today, so you can stay here Christine."

This dismissed Alexis.

Mother's words, allowing me to stay, sounded good, except for the infamous 'but'. "I've invited some friends over for a pool party."

I jolted up from my polite downward glance, and stared at my mother. "But..." I trailed off, knowing my mother would broker no refusal.

Karen seemed somewhat confused by my startled reaction. My mother grinned like a cat which had cornered a mouse.

Mother spoke to Karen, providing the background. "He is remembering the last pool party I wanted him to attend." That, in itself, didn't seem like much.

"I only invite mistresses of the faith to my parties, and this one included a few young mistresses who didn't have a Familiar. I thought it was a wonderful opportunity for an 18 year old Christine to be shown off to some prospective mistresses."

I knew that mother telling this story would not be flattering to me. However, I knew any attempt on my part to recount this event would sound like whining.

"It was a beautiful day. Alexis had prepared some light sandwiches and hor d'oeurves, and was serving drinks. And if I recall correctly, Christine had even helped with the preparation."

I had, but had no desire to share in my humiliation. And let's be honest, it would be bad manners for me to speak unless spoken to.

Karen was listening intently.

"Anyways, I laid out a pink 2-piece string bikini on Christine's bed. I thought it was really cute. A little padding up top, and very revealing."

"... I have always found bikinis are the perfect attire for sissies. They're undeniably feminine, but they can't be mistaken for a woman. Christine was clean shaven all over her body. I had routinely insisted upon it. She was regularly using moisturizer to keep her skin soft and smooth. Once again, I insisted upon it. Her hair was long, and largely unkempt, but it could be styled when the occasion called for it. This should have been one of those times. I should add, Elizabeth was also quite helpful in chastising Christine if she resisted her feminization."

Mother's spoke with her usual assured tone. "Christine would have been so pretty in her pink bikini. She was thin, smooth skinned, and had delicate features. Yet, even with the padding, there would be nothing up top. And most telling of all, her little penis would stick out. That's the thing about sissies. No matter how much they may hate it, and try to wish it away, their little penis will always stick out. No matter how humiliated they are, and I think because of it, their little penis will be erect."

"As you know, I believe Familiars should be kept in chastity. However, sometimes it is important for a sissy to show mistresses that she has a small penis, to show that they are not a real man."

Listening to this, I was filled with an initial form of dread. I knew my chastity cage was coming off today. Normally a cause for rejoicing, or at least temporary relief, but today would only add to my humiliation. Mother was right. How could I claim to be masculine when my penis was too small to satisfy any woman.

"So, as I said I placed the bikini on Christine's bed, and went about greeting my guests. It was only a small gathering, 15 or so ladies. A few had their own Familiars with them, but there weren't any men. Alexis circulated with drinks, and finger food. Some of the other Familiars assisted her."

"A few of the ladies took advantage of the pool to escape the summer heat. Yet, most were simply lounging about, mingling, and enjoying the sunny day."

"As I was chatting with one of the young single ladies, I noticed that Christine was not there. Indeed, I had yet to see her at the party. So, I politely excused myself to seek her out. This was rather embarrassing. I had planned to introduce Christine to this young lady, among others."

Karen was clearly enraptured by this tale, and listened intently to mother's words. Some of this she had gathered before, but hearing the full story explained so much.

"Now, I knew Christine was nervous. She was going to be humiliated of course, but sissies have to accept that. I had recognized as Christine entered puberty that she was smaller than other boys. This meant she would be the perfect Familiar, and naturally effeminate. So, Elizabeth & I regularly feminized Christine. And Alexis was always a welcoming guide, eager to have another sissy in the home. I had even enlisted a friend to train Christine in the art of satisfying a woman. All this to say, Christine should have known better. This was a tremendous opportunity for a young sissy to be trapped and inspected by a group of dominant mistresses. What could be more natural?"

Within mother's matriarchal society, it was natural. However, I think mother had long passed the point of realizing this was completely bizarre in general society.

Karen recalled our first weekend together, when I had alluded to a lady training me in how to pleasure a woman with my tongue, and gentle touch. She had no idea back then that this had been at my mother's request.

"Yet, rather than spend a sunny afternoon by the pool with a group of beautiful ladies, Christine barricaded herself in her room."

What 18 year boy would not want to spend an afternoon with a group of beautiful young women wearing only bikinis or summer dresses? Me. And I certainly wasn't going to wear the pink bikini conveniently laid out for me. However, even in that moment of dread and shame, my little penis poked out obscenely. The women terrified me with their beauty, and I knew that mother would insist upon me wearing the bikini. It was an exercise in humiliation.

"I knocked on Christine's bedroom door, coaxing her out. She had somehow blocked the door, preventing me from coming in. There was no sound, but I knew she was there. 'Christine sweetie, there's some young ladies looking forward to seeing you.'"

"That was mostly true. I had told them Christine was now of age, and did not have a mistress. So, I hoped they would find him cute, and wish to dominate him. I felt it was time for her to have a mistress."

Karen smiled. She looked at me, telling me without words, that she thought I was cute.

It did give me some assurance. It had been years since that pool party, but I now had my mistress.

Mother recognized the lustful glances between Karen and I. "I suppose all's well that ends well. As I think you have gathered, Christine remained barricaded in her room the entire day. We had a delightful party without her, but I was extremely disappointed, and embarrassed. You can imagine, being the mother of a sissy who would rather hide than serve his mistresses. So impolite."

I now looked down in shame. Now, I would never resist any task Karen assigned to me. It is a sissy's duty to be humiliated, and honour her mistress.

"Anyways, it was not long after that when Christine moved out. We had some bitter fights as I tried to bring her to heel."

Mother had a wicked smile. "I do have a surprise for today's party. If you'll permit it?"

She awaited a nod of approval from Karen. As my mistress, this was her decision.

"I still have the pink bikini. I'd like Christine to wear it. And she should be unlocked so her little penis can add to her humiliation."

Thanks to mother recounting this story, Karen realized what this meant. This sissy was now back in her place. "Absolutely. I think that's a wonderful idea."

Karen did note that she didn't bring any swimwear for herself, but Mother assured her that she had a selection of spare bikinis available.

In our bedroom, I stood naked before Karen as she unlocked my penis.

"This must feel nice. It has been over a week since I freed you."

Naturally, my little penis sprang up immediately with the slightest touch from her. Yet, how could I explain that this was a time that I desperately wanted to remain locked up.

"There's a reason this is one of the few times that mother believes Familiars should be uncaged."

Karen smiled, knowing I was about to be humiliated. More so than I was right now, standing naked before her. This was a familiar, private humiliation. The party was a very public shaming.

So, it was with great trepidation that I walked onto the deck wearing the pink bikini. While I had greatly enhanced my feminine appearance in the preceding weeks, this was different. I was passable on the street in a cute dress, with coiffed hair and makeup. Yet now, in the pink bikini, and standing amongst my mother's friends, it felt like there was a strobe light pointing at me.

There were a few guests there already, including my sister.

Elizabeth beamed with delight, and rushed over to hug me. "Oh Christine, you look wonderful. I knew that bikini was perfect for you when I picked it out."

I could only smile and mutter, "Thank you." I should have known that Elizabeth had not only been involved with mother's plans years ago, but she had bought the bikini.

Karen beamed with delight. She had already expressed how cute I looked in the bedroom. Naturally, she was gorgeous in her black one-piece bathing suit. Yet, more importantly, she was the mistress who had brought the prodigal sissy to heel.

Of course Karen was being well received by mother's friends. She was a bright, strong minded, young woman, who clearly took pleasure in dominating beta males. What was not to like? I could see her enjoying herself throughout the day, engaging in conversation with various other ladies, relaxing in the pool, and enjoying the sunshine. Periodically she would check-up on me to ensure I was being a good sissy.

Mother, with Karen's approval, insisted that I circulate through the party to serve drinks and finger food. No doubt it was Alexis who had busily prepared everything earlier. By serving the food and drink, I spoke to every woman at the party. There were other Familiars there, attending to the needs of their mistresses, but I was the house sissy serving all.

Throughout the afternoon I was shamed with compliments. "It's so nice to see you back home." "That bikini looks so cute on you." "Your mistress is quite beautiful, you must be so happy to be with her."

I couldn't argue with any of their statements, particularly their compliments of Karen. However, being surrounded by all these beautiful women did have an unfortunate, albeit predictable, effect. My little penis poked up against my bikini briefs. This didn't go unnoticed, which only added to my humiliation. It did not, regrettably, reduce my erection. If anything, it made me even harder.

"Oh, isn't that cute." Some brushed their hand over my bikini bottom to stimulate my crotch. I gasped, but said nothing.

Even worse were the observations. "My, my, you're so tiny. I thought you ran away to prove you were a man. How could you ever be a real manly-stud, capable of pleasing a woman, with such a small instrument? It's not even big enough to poke out of your tiny bikini bottom!"

Once again, I blushed with shame, but said nothing. My only condolence was the term 'manly-stud'. I knew they had no love or respect for them. They were only used to provide for the mistress' sexual gratification. I could take comfort in my mistress' unrelenting control.

However, as the day progressed, the distinction became all the more disturbing. This evening, I would be sent to Elizabeth's home with the other Familiars to help with the Commitment Ceremony preparation. Karen, and the other ladies, would remain here to celebrate. I didn't know what they had planned. Yet, I dreaded the possible, or probable, invitation of some manly-studs to their party.

Karen sensed my trepidation as she drove me over to Elizabeth's place. "What's the matter sweetie?"

"Nothing," I muttered, trying to avoid this conversation.

"Oh sweetie, were the ladies mean to you?"

"No, that's not it." It was humiliating, but no worse than I expected.

When we arrived at Elizabeth's place, Karen parked the car and looked at me. Immobilizing me with her stare. "Then what is it?" Apparently, there was no escaping this discussion.

"I just wanted to stay with you tonight."

She smiled. "Ohh, you're so cute." She pinched my cheek.

I blushed, but said nothing.

"I think Erica needs your support though. As I understand it, this is an honourable part of the ceremony. Besides, I think you wouldn't fit in with the ladies night your mother has planned."

I looked at her, startled, and puzzled about how much she knew.

She surprised me with a hug. "Oh sweetie. You are my Familiar, and nothing tonight is going to change that. If anything, it will reinforce our relationship. And you do know I'm not a virgin. Nothing changes."

Tears welled up in my eyes, but I nodded. 'Not a virgin!' I thought. She did know what was happening. And she practically told me she would be sleeping with another man tonight. Of course I knew she was not a virgin like me. However, this would be the first time since we had been together. One more nail in the coffin for my masculinity.

She kissed my cheek. "Now go and have fun with the other sissies. I can't wait to see how pretty you'll be at the ceremony tomorrow."

"Thank you. You too." I mumbled, not really believing my words, but what else could I say. I stepped out of the car, and waved goodbye as she pulled out of the driveway.

Alexis was already at the door, welcoming me in before I even knocked. She hugged me. Alexis always knew how to comfort me. She knew it was painful for a sissy to be set aside by her mistress so a man could satisfy her sexually.

My head still hanging, I stepped into the house. The house of sissies, preparing for their mistresses to arrive.