He hesitated, thinking of giving her the whole truth, but she continued talking. His opinion didn't matter.
"You know I could keep you all day. Perhaps I will. Your Mama says I am in charge as much as she."
She sat him down in front of the television and switched on Rapunzel. A film he had not long since saw. He mentioned softly this fact, but Natalie reassured him children like to watch their favourites over and over.
Then she pulled the dolls house in front of him.
"Do what comes naturally, love." She said, with a mischievous grin.
He pondered for a brief while. Did he want Natalie to think this came naturally? But then, if he was disobedient, she would think he was unruly, and she would begin to dislike him. He took one look at her dominant, athletic physique, her proud, witheringly beautiful face looking down on him with warmth and expectation and he started to play just like his sister had taught him. Her smile melted him.
"Good boy!" She said, not with any sense of disdain that he would show a boy in his position, but with a genuine sense of wonder that he could somehow manage this task. She was another falling into her role well and seemingly forgetting who he used to be.
She positioned on Amy's chair, watching the film.
"Chrissie my darling, would you like a drink?" She said, smiling. He melted every time he saw it.
"Y-yes M-Mistress Natalie." Oh good, more submission. He could not be without this woman, he just knew, but she would never accept him as equal now. Agony.
"Well you may fetch yourself a glass of milk and fetch me some orange juice."
He did think she would fetch it, but it was clear she was the woman in charge. He was being conditioned to get used to females being in charge, but he did not realise how far it would go. He did ask whether he could also have orange juice, but it appeared even Natalie was sticking to his sisters preference for him drinking yucky milk.
Upon mincing downstairs his mother was waiting in the kitchen. After explaining he was making a drink for them both, she retrieved a brand new child's sippy cup, in pink naturally, because of the "accident" making his Mummy's breakfast the other day. He knew this was just an excuse, but remembered his promise and thanked his Mummy for her wonderful present. Ugh.
Natalie giggled upon seeing it, saying "that's so sweet". The childish kitty pattern made her give an audible "aww." Was he showing enough rebellion? Everyone in his life was beginning to think this was all fun for him too!
Any thoughts of mouthing any complaints went away when she sat down on the floor next to him to enjoy the film with him, and watch his attempts to play Dolls House. He had fancied her before, but now, in his weakness, his vulnerability, his regression, he was more besotted than ever before. He noticed her muscles, her inner and outer strength, it was more than he could bear.
At one point about two thirds in, she put the dolls house away and sat directly next to him, saying "come to Mistress," putting her toned arms around him and his head on her breast, stroking his blond hair, which was getting a little long and was adorned in hair barrettes and a headband. He was in heaven, sissy or not. At this moment in time he would do anything for more of this.
He had dreamt of such a moment with Natalie for years but he never envisaged it would be such an act of feminine submission on his part.
From her arms gripping him he could tell she was much stronger than he was, and from her test results at school, much smarter. She was more popular, she was more successful. In every way a Mistress, and he had no chance until now to be this close no matter what he told himself.
As the film came to an end he was sad, because it meant this moment would end. Apart from the fact that, secretly, he still liked the film. This was a perfect moment in a very scary time for him.
She looked down at the sweet darling boy cowering in her arms.
"Okay chrissie" she said softly, but with an air of confidence, "Mistress has to work out. Come on, I'm taking you home."
They rose, and for a moment he panicked. He was going next door? What if her family saw him like this? He could not. He did not have the confidence to back chat but could not begin to think of the possibilities of his secret getting out. He went weak at the knees and tears welled up as Natalie strode on. She stopped and looked on.
"What's the matter?" She said, sympathetically. "Oh! Of course. You are worried about being seen. Oh poor thing!"
Everything she said was so bittersweet. She was buying into this lifestyle but she seemed genuinely warm and kind to him.
"Don't worry. My parents are out all day and my brother wont come out of his room. He knows not to come anywhere near mine. Do you think a woman like me does not make him know his place too? He wouldn't dare intrude. Don't you worry pretty one."
With that she led him by the hand, his heart pounding as they passed the back garden threshold. He was walking nervously, but she did admonish him for not walking daintily. Such a thing was becoming natural but his nerves had taken hold of him. He did his best to walk girlishly under the circ-umstances.
He was led into her house, familiar enough to him, then upstairs to her unfamiliar room. As friendly as they had been, he had never gotten this far. They both lived in a rich neighbourhood of old wealth and as such, Natalie was true to her word, he never went near her brothers room.
Opening up hers, it was more like a small apartment. His Mummy's house was large enough but this was something else entirely.
Not as girlish and pink as his sisters room, but nevertheless, entirely feminine. In one corner was her gym, she worked out regularly. She had her own en suite, her four poster bed, her entertainment unit with so much going on, including her copy of Street Fighter. Oh...
She sat him down, telling him to wait there, then went in her bathroom with a handful of clothes. She came out dressed in small gym shorts and a crop top, with sweat socks and training shoes.
"What do you think sissy?" she said, playfully, giving him a twirl.
He mumbled several sounds awkwardly before she giggled and put her finger over his lips.
"Don't say anything."
She was playful, smiling, he was besotted.
"Well I have to work out chrissie. I've been told you are quite the maid." She handed him a frilly pinafore.
"A gift from your Mama". He blushed. "Don't worry, it's just my room. I need it cleaning. You'll do that for me wont you?"
Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Topic: Slow Burn (Repost) (Read 43251 times)
