She shrugged and walked back to her bed, lying down and pretending to snuggle in.
What had he done? He thought, and then realised. He really, really did need to go.
He cried, the tears, to his dismay, being absolutely real at what he had become and what he was about to do.
She walked over and talked to him infantile.
"Shhhh. Shhh. Wha's the matter? Whassamatter baby?"
"P-pwease will Mama take chwissie potty pwease?"
Another wide smile from her, and a feeling of further emasculation from him, as he was led to the bathroom and took a tinkle, while having his hand held by his "Mama", he had being effectively neutered. Never mind how his sister, Mother and Natalie would go back to normal after this, would he be able to?
Next day he was awoken as normal and, after opening the top and lowering the bars to the crib, she sat on the edge.
"Chrissie?" She said with the intonation of a grown up speaking to a five year old.
"M-mama..." he said, his dummy staying in, speaking with the intonation of someone who had woken from a nightmare.
"Today you get a choice, wont that be fun?"
In truth, choices and decisions over his life were long since becoming everyone else's concern. His Mothers, his sisters, even his next door neighbours.
"Y-yes"...he said, with the knowing anxiety that not everything was as it seemed right now.
"Well, today you can play another little game with me, for a bet. Or you can just carry on as normal."
Normal? What about this was normal?? Nevertheless, his bets had got him into big trouble so far. Not a chance. Still, he would hear her out. She was always mischievous. He knew that. But she was being kinder and more protective to him that ever. He was so confused, but this time, he wouldn't be betted into another torment.
"Well, I was thinking that maybe you'd bet on something simple. A whole month off if you win. And, let's say, another 6 months to my tally to the punishment only if you tell Mother if you lose? And this time, it's a game you know you should win, Fifa!"
He thought for a split second. He wouldn't be telling his mother that this acceptance was all a charade, so he would be fine, this would not affect him. Still, these bets were never quite as it seemed. No, he would refuse. And he did, and she tried to encourage him but he was steadfast.
Bathtime came, and once again, she took off his chastity for a brief moment of respite.
Her soft hands and the bubbles and warmth made this experience pleasurable and humiliating for his ego. Now it was the only time his privates were free it was extra pleasing. Every touch to his body was a joy, to his utter shame.
She grabbed his "teensy" as she had christened it, in order to lift it and clean his "little cherries". He dropped his toy, an utter state of docile obedience came over him, which did not go unnoticed.
"Soooo...has Mama's lil sissy thought any more about our bet hmm?"
"Nuh-huh!" he said, trying and failing to focus.
"Does little sissy not want to play puta games any more?" She said, as she gently stroked him with a soft flannel.
"P-please..." he whispered, hypnotised.
"How about this..." she said, knowing how suggestible he was becoming. "One game of Fifa, and we either call things off or add a whole year, no little conditions at all. You can either have your freedom or stay as my sweet sissy for an extra year."
"Nnn.." he went to say no but just as he did, she brushed all the way from his "cherries" to his "teensy" all the way along and he stopped.
"It will make Mama very very happy" she said, with extra warmth to her voice.
"Y-y-yes Mama..."
"You'll do it? You'll help me? All for your Mama?"
"Y-yes Mama!" he said, losing himself in the moment.
She beamed. "Good sissy!"
To his disappointment she moved on from his privates and onto the rest of him, wrapping him in a soft pink towel and getting him ready for the day, his pigtails, his makeup, and his pink short play dress.
To his delight, she left the device off. After a few days of being frustrated, he was extra sensitive, and his teensy tingled through his knickers.
He was sat in front of cartoons while his sister went to prepare.
Disaster. He realised he had left the wire in the computer! Thankfully, she was just waking up Natalie. This would be done on "neutral territory", so they would be using her computer. He avoided a big punishment. Things were going his way. This would finally be the end of his torment!
He skipped daintily all the way to Natalie's house, holding his sisters hand tightly. She noticed his cheerfullness. It was a shame it would go soon, she enjoyed his playful girlishness but after losing, it would be too much for a while.
Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Topic: Slow Burn (Repost) (Read 43235 times)
