A Familiar's Fate Ch. 20

To my surprise, it was rather comforting to be amongst a group of sissies that night. We were all missing the company of our mistresses, and knew what was happening at their party. However, we managed to distract ourselves with gossip, preparations, and playing with our makeup and outfits.

I was surprised by the instances that we did discuss what our mistresses were doing now. They all appeared to have a casual acceptance of our mistresses' activities.

Erica really shocked me when she mentioned that Elizabeth had a lover, a guy she met in college. Apparently, he was quite the player, and was extremely handsome.

Most women would never have more than a one-night stand with this guy, knowing his reputation. Yet, for Elizabeth, he was perfect. She never wanted more than their sexual liaisons. In fact, personality wise, Elizabeth regarded him as an overbearing asshole. At least according to Erica, but it was likely true based on my recollection of mother's lovers.

What drew her to him was obvious. He was 6'4, athletic, with a smooth chiseled face, and most importantly, a thick 9" cock.

We all practically swooned, hearing this description. There was no way any of us sissies could compete with a guy like him. That was essentially the point. We never could, and that is why we were sissies. We had to accept our place.

I began to think that this was the whole point of the Commitment Ceremony. While the ladies could always seduce an attractive man into their beds, it would never be us. We are slaves, who only exist to serve. While our mistresses were receiving sexual pleasure in the arms of real men, our little penises remained painfully locked up. Our ritual observance was to make all the preparations, so we could celebrate a life of devoted servitude.

I could push this out of mind as I decorated the back yard for the ceremony, and laid out the chairs for the mistresses. In the kitchen, we did a variety of prep work for tomorrow's feast. And through it all, we chatted and giggled amongst ourselves.

Naturally, Erica was the centre of attention, as the Familiar Bride. We fawned over her dress, and playfully teased her about everything Elizabeth would do to her. The large strap-on which we found in their bedside drawer looked rather ominous and fun at the same time.

Yet, never did it leave my mind, what Karen might be doing. While Alexis, and Erica apparently, were used to their mistresses sleeping with another man, it had never happened to me. The other Familiars seemed equally at ease with their mistresses being with another man.

Yet, I kept picturing Karen with a big strong man. His hands would run up her body, and cupping her breasts. He held her tight, and kissed her. His lips down to kiss her tender neck. Flicking his lip along her earlobe elicited a sensual moan.

I could see him lifting her up, and pinning her to the wall, as he kissed down her body. She arched her back, offering herself up to his touch. His mouth encased her nipple, sucking hard. She moaned louder in response.

His hand trailed down her body. He easily pushed her panties to the side, and rubbed her cunt. She kissed him in response. Her tongue in his mouth, while his fingers thrust into her pussy. His fingers were on her button, and he rubbed it until she cried out in ecstasy.

The tent in his pants confirmed his arousal. Clearly, the size of that aroused Karen as well. She ran her hand over his crotch, cupping it within her palm. It's girth apparent even through his jeans. It prompted her to unzip his fly, and releasing his massive organ.

She knelt down, and held it with both hands. His cock was so thick that she could not wrap one hand around it. She stroked it"s full length. His penis pointed out majestically, all 9"of manly sexuality.

She leaned forward to take the tip into her mouth...

"Christine! Christine!"

I was shaken from my mental haze by Alexis shouting at me.

"We were looking at lingerie for Erica, trying to figure out what was the cutest set for her deflowering tomorrow night." Alexis had a wide grin. Clearly she and the group were reveling in this feminization, and did not understand why I was not.

"Where were you?"

"What do you mean? I've been right here!" I sat alone in the living room, making a mess of some decorations.

I was being perhaps a bit too defensive. Alexis always meant well, and didn't deserve this sharp tone. Yet, it was this tone that told her everything she needed to know.

"You've been thinking about Karen haven't you?"

I debated denying it, but what was the point. "Yeah, I just wish I was with her."

"... and not someone else. We haven't been together that long. Do you think she's with another man?"

My meaning was clearly understood by Alexis. "'Another' man? Who is the first man in her life?"

With a gentle voice, Alexis had peeled off the band-aid of my romantic delusions. "We are not men. We are sissies, Familiars. Our mistresses are beautiful women. They deserve the sexual pleasure that a strong man with a nice hard cock can provide. We should be happy for them. Their happiness is everything to us."

Alexis was right. Rather than worrying about Karen sleeping with some hunk, I should be hoping for it.

I hugged Alexis. The jumble of emotions getting the best of me. I whispered in her ear, "Thank you."

Alexis simply smiled and nodded. Once again she proved to be the kind matron of us sissies. She took my hand and led me to the bedroom where the others were gathered, chatting and giggling. This was our place, my place.

* * *

When our mistresses arrived around noon, the place looked fantastic. Alas, the stereotype of sissies being good at decorating was completely true. Even cuter was the row of sissies in frilly dresses greeting our mistresses as they arrived.

At the vanguard was Elizabeth, leading the procession like an empress in her court. Her blood red dress was both terrifying and beautiful. She strode to the front, stepped up onto the mini platform we had created, and sat down in the high wing back chair. Her elegant throne.

It was breath-taking to be in the presence of these goddesses. I had a lump in my throat when I saw Karen entering the ceremonial circle with the other ladies. She looked stunning in a solid blue formal gown. Well, she is always beautiful. However, I felt it more keenly now. Amongst, this group of strong, intelligent, and beautiful woman, she shined more brilliantly than all the others. She was my mistress!

Following the pattern set by my fellow sissies, I knelt before Karen, and kissed her feet. This adoration, beyond mere symbolism, felt completely true and honest. The smile I received in return made it all worthwhile.

For the moment, all worries about what Karen may or may not have done last night were forgotten.

We guided the ladies to the seating arranged in a semi-circle. Some of the sissies returned inside to be with Erica. I reluctantly excused myself from Karen as I had been assigned the task of serving drinks.

Yet, as was custom, we did not wait too long for the formal ceremony to begin.

We Familiars marched out of the home in a procession of pink and flower-printed dresses. Erica followed in a gorgeous white dress. Those of us in the honour guard knelt in a semi-circle around our makeshift altar. The ladies were seated comfortably behind us. We each took care to kneel at the feet of our respective mistress.

Erica knelt at the front, directly before Elizabeth seated on her throne.

An elder woman stood up, and strode to the makeshift podium. I had some recollection of her from my youth, but I couldn't recall her name. She was evidently the Priestess. I believe that was how mother referred to the leader of their congregation. As a male, I was never allowed to participate in their ceremonies.

She spoke in a clear voice which commanded attention. "Welcome ladies, and your Familiars. We are here today to celebrate the commitment of Erica to her beautiful mistress Elizabeth. There is no greater love than between a Mistress and her Familiar. A mistress offers a home, guidance and discipline, and an ideal for which her Familiar shall always strive. A Familiar surrenders herself completely, devoting herself to the superior female, and trusting that her mistress always knows what is best."

I could sense Karen's eyes upon me as the Priestess continued to speak. The words ringing true. I did want to devote myself to Karen.

"Are there any ladies that know of any fault which would prevent Erica from faithfully serving her mistress?"

I had no objections. However, It was notable that the Priestess only addressed the ladies for their opinions. Moreover, she only asked if Erica had any irredeemable fault. Elizabeth, as a woman was beyond reproach.

"Hearing none, let us proceed. Ladies first of course. Elizabeth, do you take Erica to be your Familiar? To guide her? To cherish her? To discipline her? And to always have a place for her in your home, at your feet?"

"I do."

The Priestess looked down at the Familiar kneeling before her and Elizabeth. "And do you Erica, promise to love, honour and obey Elizabeth, your mistress, your Goddess, for all the days of your life?"

Erica looked up to Elizabeth who smiled upon her. "I do."

"Do you promise to live by the guiding principles of a Familiar, forsaking the little masculinity you have? To aspire to Femininity?"

"I do."

"Obedience?"

"I do."

"Chastity?"

"I do."

I couldn't help having a lump in my throat, listening to Erica make her vows. I could imagine the emotions she was going through.

"Now that you have committed to your mistress, and sworn to honour the 3 principles of a Familiar, you may accept this symbol of your Mistress's commitment to you, and your devotion to her. Mistress Elizabeth, the ring please."

Elizabeth leaned forward to place the ring upon ErIca's finger. In our tradition, only the Familiar wears the ring. A mistress is not chaste or committed to only her Familiar. Indeed, it is expected that a mistress will have many lovers.

"Then, by the power vested in me by the goddess of all things, our Mother Earth. I declare you Elizabeth as Mistress of your Familiar, Erica. Erica, you may kiss your Mistress's foot to show your devotion."

Erica leaned forward to kiss Elizabeth's feet. Everyone clapped and cheered. I confess I even had a tear in my eye, being overwhelmed by the tender display. We continued to applaud as Elizabeth offered a hand to permit Erica to stand. They turned to the surrounding congregation, and Erica curtsied.

The formal ceremony completed, we entered the house.

Karen held my hand, and we walked in together. I could see from her eyes that this whole ceremony had moved her. It was no longer a fetish game. I knew then that she wanted this, that I would someday soon be kneeling before another alter and my mistress. Overcome with emotion myself, this realization hit me with a mixture of excitement and fear.

We mingled about the party, sometimes together, and sometimes apart. Elizabeth and Erica circulated through the party, spending time with each of their guests. They also took some time to open the gifts they had received. The paddle from Erica's mother gifted to Elizabeth elicited some chuckles, but otherwise they were typical wedding gifts.

Alexis fluttered about, ensuring that all the food and drinks were presented, cleaning up any messes, and various other tasks to keep the party running smoothly. If needed, she would pull in another Familiar, myself included, to aid her.

I was proud of my Mistress. Karen mingled with the other ladies, and was now very much one of them.

And, as one would expect from a party prepared by a group of sissies, the food and decorations were impeccable.

By the late afternoon, things began to wind down. As any remaining Familiar was expected to do, I was busy cleaning up. The task being done efficiently without a word.

Karen and I changed at my mother's home, said our goodbyes, and were off on our way home. Unlike the last time I left my family home, my return was certain.

It was only on the drive back home that I once again wondered if Karen had been with a man the previous evening. Although we chatted amicably throughout the drive, that most crucial question was never answered.

I suppose as a Familiar, I should have been happy that Karen was happy. And the truth is, I was happy for her. Regardless of whatever had happened last night, she was happy, and now more powerful in the knowledge of the Mother Goddess. That's all a Familiar could ask for.