Sammie's Little Mousey

Disclaimer: This story is original and involves characters all above 21 years of age. It is entirely fictional and is not meant to represent anyone either real or fictional. Please feel free to send feedback as this is my first attempt.

A MOUSE IS BORN

You were thinking to yourself how lucky you have been to meet Dr Petrova and her team. Here she was in your own flat making a house call to check in on you. She is such a beautiful woman you think to yourself as she rises from the chair in your living room, her ass swaying suggestively in her almost skin tight tan coloured dress. "So," she says, "everything is OK with you? Darcy and I must be going now."

She leans forward and gives a quick but sweet kiss on the lips. "we are looking forward to your next clinic visit. Even though we have now started synthesis of 2369 we could use a few more sample from you to ensure are purity is exact." She and Darcy walk towards your door. Just as they are about to leave, you watch in horror as Darcy's satchel swings slightly knocking over your favorite antique Chinese vase. In what seemed like minutes but was probably less than a second it was shattered on the floor below. "Darcy?" Dr Petrova snapped. "Darcy will stay and sort out what we can for damages." She glares at them and walks out the door smiling back at you with her melt your heart smile.

"I will repay you," Darcy says apologetically. "I have a cousin who imports antiques...". Their words just fade into a dull hum as you remember the memories of the vase. The gift from your own grandmother, the times you have had your lovers' flowers in it, the countless times you reveled in its beauty. Your blood began to boil as you realized that this fool had destroyed something so precious to you. This fool in front of you right now.

You realize then and there that you need to make them pay. You instantly come up with a plan.

On Thursdays, every week you have supper with the young Italian nun who has been renting the flat next door while completing her studies at St Mary's in Twickenham. Francesca and you had a casual romantic relationship since she moved in. She was very much a lesbian and told you when she moved in. She also explained that celibacy to her meant not having sex with men. That was the night you met. The night before the morning when you woke up in her bed.

Anyways, every Thursday since then you have had a date night. Tonight was Thursday and you had an idea.

"Darcy. You can clearly see I am upset about this vase. I need you to understand how important it was to me." Darcy shrank like a wilted flower as they looked into your strong and angry eyes. "You need to make this up to me."

"Sammie please. I will do anything. Tell me what I can do. I will buy you three vases. My cousin.."

"Shush!" you exclaim. "I know what I need. Put your things down and come with me." You open the door to your flat and wait for Darcy to sheepishly walk out.

The two of you make your way to Isolde's and enter through a side door. "Izzy? Izzy it's Sammie. I brought someone in need of your help." You walk through the beaded curtain pulling Darcy along. "Darcy. You need to sit here," forcing them onto a small chair in front of a large mirror. The kind of thing you might see backstage at a theater.

Isolde walks in like she is a lioness slowly approaching her prey. "Do tell, Sammie."

"Dee here has done something quite unfortunate and needs to make it up to me. I need her looking very pretty. I need her in something sexy and something that will not be torn easily. We will be dining with Frannie and you know what she's like."

Darcy could not understand what was happening but knew they had to play along. Why was Sammie calling them she? What was going on here? Darcy did like women's clothes and for a time was considering themselves trans but always got caught liking male clothes and liking girls (and boys). Darcy was kind of excited too in a terrified kind of way.

Isolde demanded they strip down right in front of her and bagged up Darcy's clothes. Darcy was sent into a shower where there was nothing but sweetly scented very feminine smelling soaps and instructed to shave off every hair from the neck down. What else could they do? Darcy did it.

When they came out Darcy felt energized and alive. The feeling of being completely hairless was wonderful. Isolde hand Darcy a box of clothing. "Put this on first." Darcy did as told, barely believing what was happening. First a velvet deep red corset with black embroidery. Then black thigh high stockings with garters. A sweet lace black pair of panties and some deep red high heel shoes.

The moments flew by as you and Isolde completed Darcy's facial make up and hair. The whole while laughing and telling stories Isolde has heard from transwomen who come to Isolde's before they go out on dates. "Then there was Pricilla. She was going on a date with this army bloke. She told me he had the biggest prick she had ever seen. " She gestured to her forearm which she then slapped against Darcy's lips, "big as my arm."

The final moment with Isolde was putting on the gorgeous bodycon dress with seems up both legs that showed off the tops of the stockings. "She is ready for her first outing." Isolde smiled as Sammie and Dee left the shop, Dee somewhat awkwardly on those high heels but certainly looking hot enough to get fucked by anyone with a pulse.

Darcy at first played along but was adjusting to their role as a her. The two of you walked a few doors down into a local pub for a drink. The men in the bar looked up and down at the both of them. "These are from the chap in the corner with the grey jacket," the bartender said as she plonked down two drinks, "it's a cocktail, it's called sex on the beach." You and Dee look down to the corner and catch the winking hot looking young man smiling at Darcy.

"What's your name love?" he says.

Darcy stared ahead the whole time they were at the bar. What was going on? It was a blur but before long they were back in Sammie's flat sitting in her living room.

You stared at the very pretty Darcy and smiled as you gazed into her eyes thinking of what was about to happen. "Dee Dee? You know you agreed to repay me for my priceless vase. You know I am very upset still. Well you have completed the first step in your punishment. Next is the hard part. Come with me." You walk assuredly towards your bedroom and Darcy follows.

In your room, in the corner is a large metal crate. The kind of thing that might be for a large dog. "Get in there, " you command. Darcy down on all fours complies. "I will be back."

...

For what seemed like an hour Darcy was alone staring out from behind the bars, wondering about their fate. Flashing back to the handsome lad at the bar. Having the occasional intrusive images of what it would be like to be down on her knees sucking his hard cock. Had she just thought of herself as she?

The sounds of voices and laughter brought her out of her reverie. Soon she saw the two of you enter the room and was completely shocked to see that both you and Frannie were wearing black vinyl skin tight cat suits. They also both wore black masks with pointed cat ears poking from the tops of their heads. "Meow," you laughed "How is my little bitty mousey."

Frannie was not so friendly. With her thick Italian accent she announced, "Tonight that cats will play and the mouse will pray. The mouse will pray that she lives through this day." She cackled and carried on as she reached down, opened the crate and pulled Dee out. "You are our little miss mouse. You will do what we say in this house."

Darcy's heart was beating quickly as you pulled her dress up over her head and proceeded to tie her over the crate, her torso face down on and her legs standing and spread so that she was bent over with the cold steel pressing against her chest and abdomen - thankfully padded by the velvet corset. Her legs were quickly tied to the crate.

At first you and Frannie tease Dee Dee kissing each other right in front of her face. Frannie pulls off her cat suit and stands naked with her musky sex inches before Dee's mouth. Dee Dee looked hypnotized by the sight when you broke the spell with a loud crack of your black leather whip as it struck Dee's unsuspecting ass. Dee squealed. "Silence." you commanded. "Stick out your little tongue my little mouse." Darcy complies as Frannie eases her ass up against their little mouse's tongue. "That's it Dee Dee."

Darcy was stunned. If she could only see herself. If they could only see themself she corrected. There she was a beautiful sexy girl in sexy stockings and a corset with high heels, strapped against a metal crate, her tongue in this sexy Italian nun's asshole and the sting of a whip hitting her ass. She could cry if she weren't so god damn fucking ecstatic with the realization that she was meant for this. She was finally home. FUCK that hurt she would think to herself when the whip hit her flesh. But she felt alive. It was then - just when she felt the tip of the dildo against her virgin ass - that she knew she was where she belonged.

You were getting ready for the finale. You knew Darcy deserved to be punished. You wanted them to feel the kind of permanent change that you felt when you knew that prized vase would be gone forever. You wanted Darcy to know that something in them would be forever gone as well.

The strap on dildo you had on was one that you bought as a joke to impress Frannie on one of your dates. It was so large it was unusable but tonight it finally had a purpose. After stretching out Dee's little hole with your fingers and after pouring on a pile of special anal lube, you slowly watched as the head and then more and more of the shaft entered Dee Dee's little butt. Boy did she scream as she got used to it but she did get used to it. Or maybe it was because Frannie's ass was stuffed down against Dee Dee's face. Either way the sounds got quieter and gradually changed to grunts and groans as you thrust your hips - in and out.

Frannie flipped around so the two of you could kiss and suck each other's tits as Dee Dee was de-flowered and as Dee Dee's tongue worked it's way around Frannie's clit.

You could feel your own clit throb as the large dildo pulsed against it with your thrusting. You look down at Dee Dee and see a beautiful girl, a beautiful girl surrendering for her two mistresses. The sight of Dee Dee, the passion of Frannie's kiss and the little pinches she gives your nipples cause your own orgasm to build and build.

You hear these stories about people who see a meteor strike the earth. How they at first see this brief intense flash of light and then a few seconds later are blasted with this explosive sound as the meteor hits. That's what happened to you. The flash was that last look at Dee Dee and Frannie. The explosion within you knocked you right off your feet, staggering backwards onto your bed. Frannie looked like she was in total peace as she squirted all over Dee Dee's face.

Poor little Dee Dee's erection had been trapped against the side of the crate and her cum smeared against her belly. But poor little mouse girl was not sad. She was in heaven.