A Familiar's Fate Ch. 21

When we arrived back home, I dropped our bags by the front door. Karen instantly seized me by the hair, and dragged me upstairs to her bedroom. She didn't say anything, so I wondered what, if anything, I had done wrong. Yet, it was soon evident that she wasn't angry. She was driven by another primal emotion.

Karen stripped out of her slacks, blouse, and then her panties. She ordered me to strip down to my bra and panties as well, which of course I did.

I was still confused, and fearing I was about to be pulled over her knee for a spanking. Then, she sat back comfortably against the pillows and head board, and spread her legs.

"Service me you bitch!"

I didn't need to be told twice, and immediately dove in. She moaned loudly as my tongue slid into her sex with ease. She was sopping wet. Her one hand gripped my hair, pushing me into her. Normally I start with some long slow licks, but I matched her intensity as I furiously licked and sucked.

It wasn't long before Karen cried out with her first climax. Her anticipation had clearly built up throughout the day. It was always exhilarating to hear her moan, and for her legs to tense up, entrapping me between them.

I took a moment to catch my breath before resuming my licking, and now drinking up her fragrant squirt. Now, I could perform the long slow licks mixed with quick flicks of the tongue to her clit. After weeks of exploring her beautiful vagina, and listening to her moans, I knew how she liked it.

I elicited a few more orgasms before we drifted off to restful sleep.

* * *

It felt strange to return to work the next day, and our other routines. Nothing had changed, but somehow everything felt different. Not with other people, but in how I responded with Karen.

I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Karen had always been the boss of me. I had been feminized for a while now, and no one believed we were having sex.

Unbeknownst to our colleagues my sissy clit was locked up, and had been for nearly two weeks. So, what was different?

I voiced this question with Karen that night. We were in our customary spot, her curled up on the sofa, reading, and me kneeling before her.

"Karen, do you feel different after this weekend?"

She knew what I meant, and considered the question. Although we had talked on the drive home, and we had spoken throughout the day at work, this felt like the first time we were really talking about it.

"I do." She apparently was in the same quagmire, feeling different, but not knowing why. "I guess to some degree, it should be expected, at least for me. I've never experienced anything so empowering. I know you told me about your mother's faith, but it's another thing to be amongst these powerful women, and to be one of them. And that Commitment Ceremony... beautiful, simply beautiful."

I nodded. She expressed this far better than I ever could. Naturally, she was a woman, a goddess. She was superior to me, and capable of understanding.

"Do you feel you are part of my mother's church now?"

Church wasn't the right word, but again she understood.

"I've never been overly religious. My mother wasn't, so I've never experienced Sunday masses, and the whole thing. Yet, I have to say, I now feel a part of something. It's not like your mother's group has weekly church services, but yes, I feel a part of it."

I nodded. "I guess I do too, for the first time." Saying this now helped me to understand it as well. "I know I grew up with it, but I never accepted it. But now..."

Karen petted my hair. "I know sweetie."

That was it. This wasn't some fetish. No safewords in this game. This was our lives. I suppose it always was, but now it felt real. I wasn't trying to impress her by doing all these things. I served her because it was the proper thing to do.

I rested my head on her lap, allowing her to return to her important thoughts.

It wasn't until later in the week that I mustered the courage to ask the question I dreaded the most. Once again, I was on my knees as she sat comfortably above me. I decided, after waiting for the right moment that would never come, to just come right out and say it.

"Karen, did you sleep with another man on Saturday, at my mother's place?"

Karen looked at me sympathetically. "Oh sweetie, you've really got yourself into a state fussing about this."

She made it sound as if her sleeping with another man was nothing. She stroked my hair and looked down at me. Did she need to answer? After all, she was the mistress here. Yet, her eyes told me she cared.

"You know I've been with men before..." I could tell she was about to say, 'before me', but she didn't want to call me a man. "I'm no virgin."

That could be an insult regarding my virginity. However, it was simply the truth. Indeed, now that she had been introduced to faith in the Blessed Goddess, she may not even regard it as insulting. I simply nodded.

The pretext was set to minimize the blow. It may have made it worse by confirming it was inevitable. Yet, now came the truth.

"It was quite the party. Apparently, your mother, or perhaps it was Elizabeth, had contact with an out-of-town college football team. A group of hot young guys away from their girlfriends for the weekend. And let me tell you, they were ready to party. And yes sweetie..." she patted my cheek, as if I were a child. "... I did sleep with one of them. He was so big, and built like a ton of bricks. And let me tell you, he knew what he was doing. And that cock. Uhmm... it felt soon good."

I was crushed, and lowered my head in shame. Perhaps I could have handled it if she had been disappointed. Yet, to hear her speak in glowing terms, and with the sparkle of her eyes, it was a blow to the heart. I suppose I've always known I couldn't satisfy her in this way, but it was painful to hear how another man could.

There it was again. Another man. Perhaps Alexis was right. There was no man in Karen's life to begin with, so how could this anonymous hunk be the 'other man'?

Karen gently lifted my face with a finger under my chin so she could look me in the eyes. "I love you Christine, but I still have sexual needs and desires that only a man can fulfill. You do want me to happy, don't you?"

I was trapped. Hook, line and sinker. Of course I wanted her to be happy. Yet, but did her happiness really have to involve sex with another man?

I nodded. What else could I do or say?

She smiled. That beaming smile I always received when I submitted. She stroked my hair affectionately, and continued to stare into my eyes, exerting her authority.

"Good sissy, good sissy," she spoke in a soft soothing voice.

From the expression on her face, I could tell that this discussion wasn't over. Yet, she had not decided what more to say. Therefore, my torture was over for this night. Indeed, I was allowed to pleasure her the way I was meant to, with my tongue.

It was Sunday afternoon that the hammer dropped. I had been fussing about her attending a fundraising dinner and social function the previous evening. Even though I knew it was simply a business networking opportunity, I couldn't help worrying about her in her elegant dress meeting all those handsome men in suits.

Once again, I had been left at home, stewing in my thoughts.

Clearly I had worn out her patience with my petulant behavior and persistent questions.

"Christine, that's enough! You don't have the right to question me. I can socialize with whoever I want. I can have sex with whoever I want. I didn't last night, but you have no say in whether I do or I don't! I'm not in chastity!"

I was shook by her anger.

"Now, go and retrieve my hairbrush."

I stood for a moment, startled that it had come to this. Of course, I knew full well what the wooden hair brush was going to be used for.

My hesitancy only made her more angry. "Don't make we wait Christine!"

Reluctantly, I traipsed upstairs, grabbed the brush, and returned to the living room.

Karen was seated in her usual chair. She held out her open hand, expecting me to place the brush within it. When I hesitated for a moment, the stern look from her was all that was needed for me to comply.

She patted her lap, my signal to bend over her knee. I knew better than to resist any further, so I raised my skirt and bent over.

There was no hesitation on her part. The blows landed fast and hard. Clearly I had really angered her, because I could not recall ever being spanked like that before. My pleading for mercy, and crying out "I'm sorry," had no effect.

By the time she finished my bum was a bright red, and hot to the touch.

I knelt before her, my hand rubbing my sore behind.

She stroked my hair. "I'm sorry I had to be so strict with you. Your mother told me that Familiars need a firm hand to remember your place. And you have been fussing so much over something that is none of your business. The man I slept with last weekend was very pleasing. And yes, there were some handsome guys at the event last night."

She placed her finger under my chin, tilting my head so that she stared me in the eyes. "But that is none of your concern. In fact, you should be happy for me when a man is pleasuring me. You should be disappointed that I didn't come home last night with a guy who could give me a good hard fucking."

I would have turned away or hung my head if she hadn't held me, her eyes piercing my soul. She continued to stare at me, awaiting my response.

Of course I relented. "Yes mistress." There was no escaping her control over me. And I knew full well what I had just agreed to. Not just quietly accepting, but celebrating Karen's sexual escapades with other men.

The matter was resolved for the moment, but I should have known it was not over.

The evil of Karen's ingenuity on this topic was revealed later that week. I was called into Karen's office. Initially, I assumed it was just routine business, but Karen had other ideas.

"Christine, you know Richard, the rep from Hall Systems right?"

I nodded, "Yes, somewhat." We had met in a meeting for the project they were consulting on. However, I didn't know him well.

"He's cute don't you think?"

I was startled by the question, realizing this was not some routine inquiry. "Uhhmm, yeah, I guess." He was objectively handsome.

"I would like you to see if he would like to go out with me, and then make the arrangements."

On the surface, this was not a difficult task. I knew through the grapevine that he was straight and single. And since he was technically not part of the company, or working on a project related to Karen, there was no conflict of interest. And then, it was Karen. What guy would say no to a beautiful woman like her?

Part of me wondered why my friend Joanne hadn't already made a pass at Richard, given her reputation that she regarded with pride. I think I was just thinking of something amusing to distract myself from the terrible reality of what Karen was asking me to do.

Her position was made clear on Sunday, and I had accepted. My loyalty was now being tested. And since I would never be disloyal, I acquiesced. "Yes mistress."

I didn't typically call her mistress in the office, but this seemed to be a special occasion.

The actual inquiry to Richard was less straight forward than I imagined. Not being accustomed to dating, I hadn't considered how unusual it was for a 3rd party to proposition someone, especially with the lady initiating.

He initially thought I was asking him out. Although I was good at passing as a woman by this point, he knew I wasn't. He fumbled awkwardly to say that he didn't swing that way, but wasn't making any judgements.

I blushed when I realized what he thought I meant. I didn't think that way at all. I hastened to add that I was asking for Karen.

His expression changed immediately. "Oh... well, yeah. Karen is... quite the woman. But I thought her tastes were towards women, or well... and weren't you two... uhm..."

He was struggling to say the polite thing. If he saw me as a man, he would be more direct in his appraisal of Karen. Not rude, but he might say something like 'hot'. I certainly agreed with his opinion. As for the two of us, well, that was why Karen wanted me to be the one approaching Richard.

"Yes, she does like sissies..."

He was shocked that I used that term.

"... but she still likes men, for, uhm..." Now it was my turn to be tongue tied.

"Sex," he stated boldly, now understanding the dynamic in play. "She likes to play with sissy boys that she can boss around, but she still wants a real man in the bedroom." He chuckled a bit.

It was painful to hear this from a man, particularly a man that Karen was interested in. However, he wasn't wrong.

"Yes," I replied meekly.

He petted my head. "Well, aren't you the loyal sub. Doing Karen's bidding, no matter what."

He was being so patronizing, but I couldn't object without incurring Karen's wrath.

I bit my tongue, ignoring his comment about me, and returned to the original question. "So, is that a yes? Would you like to go out on a date with Karen?"

I could see he was tempted to prolong my agony but decided against it.

"Yeah, sounds like a fun evening."

We then confirmed schedules, and settled on Saturday evening at a fine Italian restaurant which Karen liked. When I returned to my desk, I confirmed with Karen, and made a reservation at the restaurant.

The plans were in place for what I hated most, Karen dating another man. And this time, there was no speculation.

On Saturday, as I helped Karen get ready for her date, I was a bundle of nerves. I remained silent, fearing that if I did speak, I would be begging her to cancel, or whining like... well, a sissy bitch. Karen observed me, but said nothing. Had I made any protest, I'm certain I would have been over her knee again.

She left for her date with a kiss to my forehead. "Be good Christine."

I was kneeling by the front door giving her the sad puppy dog eyes I usually gave when she left me for the evening. And like always, it had no effect. This time, it wasn't my jealousy running wild. I knew. Karen had even told me that I would be sleeping in my room tonight, as she "hoped" things work out tonight with Richard.

Typically on evenings like this I can distract myself with household chores, but that wasn't working this evening. So, I went to my fallback, my HOPE videos. I allowed myself to drift into a trance-like state with the mantra of Happy, Obedient, Powerless, Empty.

It was getting late, which meant things were going well for Karen. Not so much for me.

I was in my room, pretending to sleep, even though I knew it wasn't possible, when I heard the front door open. They were coming up the stairs. Karen was not alone. I tortured myself by listening intently to every sound they made. Karen giggled, and a man responded, but I couldn't hear what he said.

I could tell that they were entering her bedroom, and I heard the door close.

They were speaking, but it was impossible for me to hear. Part of wanted to creep up to her door so I could listen in. The other part of me wanted to bury my head under my pillow, and cry myself to sleep. I did nothing, only listening from my bed.

For some time, there was no sound that I could perceive. Then I heard it. The bed shifting and Karen's moan. There was a guttural moan that must have been Richard.

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Oh yeah, that's it!" Karen was crying out in ecstasy.

They were really going at it, and apparently Richard knew how to please a woman.

"Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Uhmmm yeah!" Karen was screaming out.

There was a pause, and I hoped that it was over. However, it appeared they had only changed positions because Karen moaned loudly.

I suspected she was on top because her moans were longer and deeper. " Ohhh yeahhh! That's it! Uh huh!" His size must have been impressive as she could stimulate herself by riding on it.

I wondered how big it was. He was obviously bigger than me. That I suppose was the point. If I was a real man, I could give pleasure to Karen like this, but I'm not. I'm a submissive sissy bitch. A Familiar.

They appeared to change position, and were engaged in oral sex and caressing. Their moaning was muffled but still audible. 'My Goddess', I thought, 'he's still going'. I would have squirted within a few minutes.

"Ahhhh! Oh, that's good!" Karen moaned loudly.

I loved to hear Karen moan with pleasure. My little penis hardened uncomfortably within its cage. My mistress receiving pleasure was arousing me. Despite it being a real man who was doing it for her, I was lost in Karen's moans. If my sissy clit was free, I would be stroking it.

Clearly Richard was fucking her again. I could hear the lurch of the bed, and it's headboard hitting the wall.

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" Karen was crying out in ecstasy.

'Yeah, give it to her Richard!' I thought. I wanted her to scream out in climax. I wanted her to enjoy having a man inside her. I wanted that hard cock to stretch her open, and fill her with his manly seed. My penis was sore from pressing against its cage.

Then that one long moan. "Ahhhh!" along with Richard's loud groan. Then silence.

Looking down at myself, I realized that I had squirted. I was so aroused that I had squirted cum from my soft penis. I nearly giggled. I had a sissygasm from listening to Karen being fucked by a real man.

I snuck out to the washroom to clean myself up, avoiding the temptation to listen in at her door. It was all quiet now. They had worn each other out.

To my surprise, I slept peacefully that night in my own bed, while a man shared Karen's bed.

I awoke late the next morning. I was somewhat aware of Richard leaving the next morning. I bolted up when Karen called out to me, "Christine sweetie! Come here!"

I entered her bedroom, and she was resting against the pillow and headboard. As I entered, she spread her legs, and pointed to the spot between them.

I knew this position. I crawled onto the bed, between her legs, and lowered my head to her waiting pussy. My well practiced tongue licked deep into her cunt, savoring her taste. Only this time, there was something more, a salty thick cream. Richard's cum. I lapped it up, savouring this new blend of a man's cum with Karen's own juices.

Karen rested her hand on my head, encouraging me to continue. She leaned back, opening herself up, allowing me to service her.

"Uhmm, that's good," she moaned. "It feels nice to be licked after a hard fucking. You like it too, don't you?"

I nodded my head and then resumed licking her.

She chuckled, "I knew it you sissy bitch." Then gasped as my tongue was hitting the right spot.

I took my time. Licking slowly, interspersed with intense sucking, just as she liked it. My now experienced tongue had her moaning in response, arousing her the way I could. It wasn't the same as what Richard did for her last night, but I felt it was equally pleasing.

She screamed out in climax, pushing my head into her. I could barely breath as her thighs trapped my head in place, but that only fueled my excitement.

My duty was complete by providing her a morning relief. She dismissed me with a wave of her hand.

We wouldn't even talk about what happened until later that night. Without a word, this was the new normal.