Sissy II - Conclusion
Submitted on 11/04/06
I was on my knees and licking furiously at the dirt and grime that had
worked into my sister's shell toe Adidas. They were filthy and well worn,
smelling of leather and reeking of her feet, but I did not care. I was happy
to do as she had ordered, hoping soon that the hell of my life would soon be
over if I complied.
Long story as short as I can relate it, my mother came home from work early
one day of my summer vacation and found me on the floor beating off to the
women on one of the cable Home Shopping channels. Mom at that point laid
down the law; that I would be watched, used and abused throughout my summer
by not only her but the neighbors as well. I was quickly put through my
paces and dropped into humiliating situations at the hands of my mother and
our neighbors, Bonnie and Pam. The idea was to overwhelm me with intense
sexual situations in an attempt to wean me from my perversions.
It had not worked.
I can say now, bowing before my sister Jennifer and licking her shoes that
if anything, their attention has made me want even more. I leaned in,
lapping away as my sister watched the television, barely acknowledging my
efforts. My mother was there as well, and I could feel her staring daggers
at me as I licked.
"He's enjoying it," my mother said as she lit another cigarette. I saw her
recross her legs, dangling her slipper as she kicked casually, puffing on
her cigarette. "It's not working."
"Maybe you're worrying too much," Jennifer offered as she slid her foot
forward, angling it a bit to allow me access to the sole. I redoubled my
efforts. Jennifer was right of course. All the hell and humiliation that
they had put me through just made me want even more. I leaned in and lapped
with a new intensity.
"Maybe you should just enjoy this, mom," Jennifer said as she leaned back on
the sofa. "Hell, how great to have a slave?"
"I don't want a slave," my mother responded. I could feel her gaze boring
into me as I shifted about, licking at the sole of my sister's shoe. "I want
a son- a good son. I want your brother back."
"He's right here," Jennifer giggled as she thumped my head with the toe of
her shoe. I stopped licking, waiting and listening to their conversation. I
felt the total fool as they had dressed me in the gray dress again, making
me up as a maid. I had been beaten and degraded, feminized and enslaved and
my sister had even wrapped me up in bondage. I hated it and loved it all at
once.
"He's just a little queer." Jennifer pressed her foot against my face. "One
thing I've learned in college, there's a lotta weird out there. Billy just
wants to be happy, and he can't do that unless he's on his knees."
"It's sick."
"It's normal," my sister countered, then shrugged. "Well, maybe not THAT
normal, but there's a lot of guys and girls out there that need this. Use
him. That's what I say."
My mother scowled as she stared down at me. She did not like it, but knew I
think that Jennifer was right. I enforced the idea when Jennifer snapped her
fingers and thumped me upside the head with her foot.
I started licking again.
***
I was on my knees on the living room carpet.
I was afraid, trembling actually as the four women sat above me in
judgement. It was a special occasion apparently, as they had gathered
together to decide my fate. I was naked and prostrate before them, facing my
mother.
"Billy," she said softly and I raised my eyes just enough to see her feet.
She was dressed in a dark, navy skirt and white blouse. She wore a pair of
kid pumps that smelled of the leather, and I could feel my penis thickening
as I stared at them, her toes pressing against the confines of the soft
shoe. She shifted her feet as I licked my lips.
"Billy," she continued, "we've tried to make you a real boy again, but you
don't seem to be taking to our training. Or maybe you are." She shrugged.
"Whatever, you seem to enjoy the punishments more than learning a lesson, so
I've decided to stop."
I glanced up and saw her feet shift again. I stared at her shoes. How could
she think that they were weaning me off my perversions by keeping me at the
edge of exploding forever?
"Gawd, he's hard already," Pam said with a laugh. She was dressed in a
short, black mini skirt and knee-high black leather boots, her breasts
pressing against a tight red shell top. She recrossed her long legs and
bobbed her foot not so far away. My mother waved her off.
"I don't know what to do," Mom continued, crossing her own legs and swinging
a foot just inches before my face. Obviously she did not know.
"Keep going, I say."
Bonnie was wearing her low-heeled black pumps, slacks and a tight Vee neck
shirt. Her breasts appeared huge and inviting as she leaned to the side,
showing her cleavage. I dropped my head to the floor.
"I want him cured," my mother said, letting her shoe slip on and off her
heel.
"He's done," Jennifer commented. She was wearing a short skirt - not quite
as revealing as Pam's - and a tee shirt that glorified U2, the band.
'Achtung Baby' it said. Her legs were clad in fishnets and she wore a pair
of black suede ankle boots. "Bite the bullet, mom. Billy's a hopeless
pervert."
"Nooo," I whimpered, and Pam slammed her shoe upside my head. I turned to
lick, thinking that that was expected of me.
"Jenn's right, Jan," Pam said as she angled her foot towards me. "You only
made it worse. He wants this. I say go for it." I lapped even harder at her
sole.
"Me too," I heard Bonnie say as she stretched out her legs and crossed them
on my back. "I know I'd like 'her' doing all my housework. You would too I
think."
"Yeah," Mom said as she lit a cigarette, settling back. "Yeah, I would. But
if there's a chance."
"Mom," I said, pausing, easing back from licking Pam's shoes. The room got
deathly quiet all of a sudden and I blushed with shame at what I was about
to admit.
"I want this," I said, dropping my head to the floor. The silence grew, and
we all seemed to tense, waiting for something to happen.
"I want to be your slave," I continued, my skin burning as I confessed.
My mother had hoped to cure me, I'm sure. But all of the humiliations had
simply molded me in the opposite direction. Over the last few weeks I
learned just how pathetic I had become. I learned my purpose in life; that
being to serve women, specifically my mother, sister and neighbors. I wanted
it.
And I relished it.
"God." my mother said with a sigh. I waited there on my knees, wondering
what would happen next. I felt Bonnie's feet on my back, digging in, and I
could see the other three sets of feet shifting uncomfortably. The final say
was up to my mother, and we all seemed to hold our breath, awaiting her
answer.
***
I hear the sound of the alarm, my clock radio blaring at five in the
morning.
I get up and shuffle naked to the nightstand beside my bed to turn off the
alarm. I am not allowed to sleep in my bed, but rather on the rug beside it,
on the floor. I go to the bathroom and wash off, my shower still two days
away.
Finishing my morning duties I head to the kitchen to start the coffee and
breakfast. I heat up the stove, cooking eggs and bacon this morning as
directed. My father is away again for a couple days, so I am free to do as I
please, and to please my mother.
Jennifer has returned to college, so it's just mom and me. I get breakfast
going, then head to mom's room with a cup of coffee; just a dash of cream
and a bit of Equal. I knock, then wait patiently for her reply.
"Enter!" she commands, and I do.
I find my mother resting leisurely in bed as I enter the room. The covers
drape casually over her bosom, her hair feathered behind and about her
pillow as she watches me approach, handing her the mug of coffee and
dropping to my knees. She sips.
"My feet are cold," she says so I lean in and slide my head beneath the
covers. I blow for a second, then take her right foot in my mouth and start
to suck. I feel her toes wiggling as I show her feet attention, quickly
shifting from right to left. I hear her contented sighs.
"Is breakfast ready?" she asks, knowing full well that I could never
disappoint her. I grunt around her toes, sucking all the harder. She
giggles.
"Good. Attend me."
I kneel at her bedside, staring at her pretty feet and toes as she slips her
legs from beneath the sheets and places her bare feet to the floor. I slip
her slippers on foot, then bow back into position.
"Robe," she says, standing beside the bed. I scurry, rising up on my knees
to hold her housecoat out and open as she slips her arms into the sleeves.
She ties the sash herself, then grabs up her coffee again.
"Follow," she commands, and I do, crawling as she vanishes into the
bathroom, finally emerging minutes later and then heading to the kitchen.
She takes her place at the table and I serve her, then fall to my knees
beneath to better serve her while she eats. I lick her slippers as she
enjoys the morning's repast. Today she finishes all, and I will go hungry.
She reads the paper.
"There's a sale at Macy's" she says, folding the paper. "Maybe Bonnie and I
will go," she says, and I know what that means. Pam will be watching me
while she and Bonnie are gone. She scares me. I hate the neighbors, but Pam
especially. She does not care.
I lean in, licking Mom's feet all the harder, hoping to make her happy and
keep her home.
This is my life.
Finished.
Story © Carnaj 2006