Young Sissy Chapter 1

aren't you the friendly little puppy? Just for that, I'm going to clean you myself." All she does is curl her finger slightly, but an 18 wheeler couldn't have pulled me towards her any quicker. Before I knew it I was kneeling at her feet, warm water cascading down on us both. She put a finger on my chin and I immediately rose to my feet, eagerly awaiting her next command.

She didn't speak a word...but her hands said everything, slowly sliding up and down my curves, soap covering every inch of my quivering flesh, her skillful hands finding every nook and cranny. I wrapped my lips around her shoulder to stifle a moan, and she took the opportunity to gently stroke my hair, the wavy blonde locks sticking to my back as she caressed my crown. I was shell shocked by this sudden change in her personality. She went from the kind of girls that rips the wings of flies and then tries to staple them back on, to this sweet, loving creature. I didn't know what to make of it, but I also didn't want to figure it out if there was something wrong with it. So I just turned off my brain and let the water run down our bodies, finding the tiny crevices between our soft embrace and heating them up as they caressed them with tiny streams. Of course, this oasis in Hell couldn't last forever. After what seemed like only an instant, but which my pruning fingers told me must be longer, she broke the embrace, practically cooing, "There. Now you're all clean and you can go meet my other pets."

I smiled stupidly, no longer worrying about anything, and trusting my new Mistress implicitly, as if I hadn't just been ravaged by her. This comfort made me careless, and I forgot how quickly she could turn violent. All I was thinking about was the need throbbing between my legs and radiating from my aching nipples as well as the soul deep emptiness in my sissy pussy. "Please, Mistress, will you help me get off now. I haven't cum since I woke up and I feel like I'm going to rupture something." I don't know what I expected...I should have remembered a slave lives for pleasure, just not her pleasure. But what I definitely did not expect was to see the warmth freeze in her eyes and for her face to fall into a mask of merciless malice.