This is a continuation of an earlier story. It contains themes of feminization, humiliation and other fetishes that don not appeal to all. If you are a fan of these, please read on and leave comments as to how to improve the story. Hope you enjoy it. ~ DB
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Fisher awoke gradually, blinking at the morning sun as it peeked through the tiny slit of the curtains hanging the bedroom. He was alone in the bed which wasn't a surprise as Sophie was usually an early riser, but he usually stirred when she woke. Images from last night flooded his waking brain and surprisingly, his hard cock ached more than his ass. He rolled over onto his back and stared at the ceiling, adjusting Jenny's tight red panties so he could have at least some comfort from the ill-fitting fabric. It was his last humiliation of the night, being forced to wear them to bed as both women lay naked next to each other. He rubbed his eyes and nearly poked one out, forgetting about the long acrylics that had been put there yesterday. He swore softly, the sound startling him as it sounded even more high-pitched this morning. He told himself it was all in his head as he swung his legs over the side and tapped his phone. 8:12, and a text from Sophie about an hour old. His fingers trembled as he punched his code.
"Good morning Candi, come downstairs when you wake up. You looked so adorable this morning I didn't want to wake you!"
Fisher toyed with the idea of going to the bathroom first, but decided against it. No need to start what was going to be an interesting day on a bad note. He rose and for the first time he felt the dull ache of Jenny's deep ravaging of his ass. He replayed it quickly in his mind, how she had taken him so easily, made him like it, and fucked him to semi-consciousness. He caught himself stroking himself through her panties, and shook his head, frowning at his weakness for this kind of submission. He took a deep breath and headed down the stairs.
He heard voices from the living room and turned the corner to find Sophie lounging in on the couch, reading Rolling Stone and watching a documentary about Peru of all things.
"Good morning," he squeaked softly. It wasn't all in his head, his voice was even higher!
"Good morning baby," Sophie answered, smiling broadly. "Sleep well?" Sophie let her eyes drift down to his tight panties, smirking as his cock twitched under her gaze.
"Ok, I guess..." Fisher answered, eliciting a soft chuckle from Sophie. "Where, where is Jenny?"
"Your voice sounds even better this morning," she giggled, ignoring his question, "like a real bimbo. But let's try to remember your manners."
"Sorry Mistress," he said, snapping back into subservience quickly.
"Turn around Candi," Sophie demanded, making a circle with her finger. "I want to have a look at that hot little ass of yours."
Fisher did as he was told, his face reddening rapidly.
"Wow," Sophie said happily, her thighs rubbing together slightly as she took in his pale, round ass wrapped in the contrasting dark red thong, "that salve rally worked, barely a mark, and your ass was so owned last night. How do you feel Candi?"
"Fine Mistress," Fisher answered, not turning around. "Thank you."
"And your pussy, bitch?" Sophie teased. "Can you still feel Jenny inside you?"
"Yes Mistress," Fisher reluctantly admitted.
"Look at me baby," Sophie instructed, "tell me how that makes you feel."
Fisher knew what she wanted to hear. "I feel like a sissy slut Mistress."
"That's right, MY sissy slut," Sophie said, her face softening as she smiled broadly. She rose from the couch and crossed the distance between them, taking Fisher's hands in hers, kissing him warmly. "Last night was so incredible, and today is going to be even more fun... Go to the bathroom, and then have a seat at the table. I'll get you some breakfast and we can talk about our plans for the day."
Fisher smiled and nodded, walking quickly to the downstairs half bath. He still had remnants of his eyeliner and mascara, but thankfully Sophie had allowed him to remove the rest of the make-up last night. He brushed his teeth, marveling at how his lips seemed to have grown overnight, and now looked plumper than yesterday. He turned in the mirror and indeed, no marks, no redness, no indication of the beating he had taken last night. But flashbacks kept hitting him like hammers, each one making him throb. Fisher shook his head and made his way back to the kitchen and sat in front of the plate Sophie had made for him, suddenly realizing how hungry he was.
"Go ahead and eat Candi," Sophie said, "but pay close attention. We have a lot to do today, and no time for any misbehavior."
Fisher started eating, wanting to complain that the dish of kiwi, strawberries, blackberries and cottage cheese would never fill him up, but thinking better of it as the prospect of being put over Sophie's knee was not a nice thought this early in the morning.
"First," Sophie said, "let me tell you that the response to your videos from last night has been overwhelmingly good. Heather gave you four stars, Victoria said she always thought your ass was perfect for spanking, and more, and Cat, well, I had to stop Cat from forwarding it to certain casting directors that always seem to hound her."
"I'm a hit," Fisher said, his words full of self-deprication.
"You stop," Sophie said, slapping his arm playfully while she chuckled. "But needless to say, the girls can't wait to see us tonight, and of course, introduce you to their dates."
Fisher choked on his breakfast.
"I told you this would be a girls night sweetie, and the smallest VIP lounge at Wonderland is for twelve," Sophie said, "but don't worry, the nine of us should be fairly comfortable, and so should any 'guests' who happen by."
