‘And after your nice new hairstyle we’ll get you to the uniform shop for some proper domestic service outfits. Hmmm, I’m leaning towards pink-themed tunics, pinnies and dusting coats, perhaps with your name monogrammed on them. What do you think?’
‘If pink and a monogram is what you feel is most suitable for me, then pink and a monogram it is, Mistress.’
She smiled again, loving it when I owned my submission and abasement. ‘It will be such fun shopping together, won’t it?’
Fun for some, I thought. ‘Of course, Mistress, especially for you.’
She pulled herself up to her full height. ‘Do I detect a hint of sarcasm directed my way, Millicent?’
I closed my eyes and responded slowly, ‘I’m sorry if I upset you, Mistress, I didn’t mean too.’
‘Sarcasm is always deliberate, you know that Millicent. Five more strokes. And I’ll be deciding what you’re wearing tomorrow.’
‘Yes Mistress, sorry for my behaviour, Mistress.’
‘You will be once I’ve finished with your behind. Pick up those garments and follow me. We have an appointment with my No. 5 cane.’
‘Yes Mistress.’ She walked out the room, her firm footsteps echoing on the polished floorboards. No. 5. The stingy, whippy one…
I sighed, gathered up the clothes and made my way towards her, full of trepidation. For the caning, yes, but mostly for the direction my life was about to head in.
My thoughts swirled around, fixing on Marco. Everything had shifted when he entered Rebecca’s’ life. She changed, ratcheting up the discipline and domination while her punishments grew more intense. I adapted of course, she was my Mistress and I adored her, after all. But now…this…and all because of Marco. He was responsible, asserting and confirming his masculinity by debasing mine even further, encouraging her to drive my submission even deeper. Where will this end?
No real man would stand for this, that was for sure. And Marco is a real man. I’m anything but…I’m just a wimpy sissy. Oh…but it’s so hard at times, so hard.
“Come on, smarten up – you’ve got to do what you’re told to do, otherwise life loses direction and security, and everything falls apart. You do not want that. So…sissy, take a deep breath and accept that your Mistress knows best. Always.”
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