*author's note*
To the fans of this series I appreciate your patience as the chapters have been a long time coming. I am having difficulty fleshing out the club scenes that were to follow. I wrote this brief interlude which takes place immediately after the couple leaves the mall. Hope you will enjoy it. Thank you all for the positive encouragement and the criticisms, they are all noted and appreciated.
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"That was fun," Sophie said, sighing euphorically, "Don't you think, baby?"
Taking the exit to the highway, Sophie glanced at Fisher, a rush of triumph hitting her as she took in Fisher's faraway stare and he nodded. The swaying palm trees lining the road whizzed by and her thoughts turned to letting him in on the secret that they were not only fantasies in his mind, but also her own. Bit by debaucherous bit, she wanted this to become something that shared, and cultivated, but she wondered if it was too much. She glanced at him again, her eyes meeting his and she smiled, he turned away, staring back out to the horizon and her body ached for him. She pressed on the accelerator, now more than ever eager to get to him home.
Fisher tried to wrap his mind around what the afternoon had wrought. He knew this was a game, he knew his safe-words, he knew he could say no at any time. He also knew that it had never occurred to him to do either. Rather than fight back, he had submitted so completely that he lost track of his male self, sometimes completely. The thing that kept nagging at him, the thing he worried about most, how could he go back to what he was before now, how could he be the man Sophie loved when he ached for more.
"I want it too," Sophie said as she slipped the Jeep into neutral and locked the parking break across the street from their brownstone. "I've been so turned on all week since you agreed to this, and then, last night, into today, god, you're such a hot little sissy... I don't know... say, something, only don't deny what's happened here!"
"I'm sorry Sophie," Fisher answered, his voice barely audible. "I don't think I know what to do any more."
"That's fine my love," she said, "you don't need to think, let your Mistress take care of you. And promise me that if you'll get out of your own pretty head, and for tonight, just live in the fantasy of it all, promise me that you'll follow your heart's secret desires..."
"I promise Sophie," Fisher answered, eyes lowering to the floor, "I promise I will."
"And that is a promise I expect you to keep bitch," Sophie said with venomous sneer, raising Fisher's face so his eyes met hers. "Because if you don't, everything that happens tonight will cease being special, and we can never do it again. And that, isn't something I want. I loved seeing you like that today. Your gorgeous cock so hard every time you stood in front of a mirror... mmmmmhmm.... baby, I wanted to taste you so many times today."
"Sophie, please... stop.... " Fisher whimpered.
"I, don't want to stop," Sophie proclaimed. "I, want to tease you, play with you, humiliate you, make you beg to cum, give you everything your inner sissy desires... and if you don't start calling me Mistress, right... fucking... now, I'll spank you right here on the street..."
Sophie hopped down from Jeep and Fisher's heart exploded out of his chest, her words sending primal urges to every nerve of his feminized body. His chest heaved, his enormous breasts rising, and he shivered as he felt their weight shift in his bra. He swung his legs out of to the curb, smiling as he hit the pavement and balanced perfectly on his pink six inch heels, the balls in his ass sending shivers up his spine.
"Jesus, you're a sexy bitch when you smile," Sophie said, a little to loudly, grinning as Fisher blushed. She grabbed some bags out of the back, and sprinted across the street. Setting her bags down on the opposite curb she fished her phone from her purse as Fisher was forced to wait for traffic to pass.
She took several photos of him while he stewed, laughing at his frustration and flirting with him as he was finally able to cross.
"Good thing its still a little light out," she teased as he stepped up to curb. "Someone might have thought you were a poor, lost, hooker. Wouldn't they be surprised?!"
Fisher could only grin sheepishly as she teased him about another of his masturbation fantasies.
Sophie watched him ascend the stairs, resisting the urge to bite him right on his tender, round ass. Now was not the time for that kind of playing though. Sophie wanted the only pain he felt to be from the agony of being kept on edge. She was going to take her time with him and he would learn what it meant to be hers. She dropped her bags and locked the door behind them, attacking him with her mouth as he stood, dumbstruck, still holding his parcels from the mall.
Fisher could barely breathe as Sophie's lips brushed against the skin of his throat, her hands popping the few buttons of his shirt and untying the knot underneath his breasts. His cock surged in his panties, his lust for her making him feel as if he could tear through both them and his shorts. He teetered on his heels, finally dropping the bags as her assault threatened to make him fall backward. He clutched at her body, his hands falling to her shoulders as her head fell deeper and her tongue grazed the space between his breasts.
She peeled his shirt from him, staring in his eyes as his raspy breaths betrayed his fear and excitement. Tossing it aside she placed her hand where her lips had just been, forcing him backward until his bare thighs made contact with the tall accent table in the hallway.
"Turn around Candi," Sophie said, making a circular motion with her index finger. "Tell me what you see."
Fisher had looked in the hallway mirror thousands of times, but never had he seen the reflection that was staring back at him. He opened his mouth and the full pink lips in the mirror parted, but no words came out. He blinked, and her long black eyelashes fluttered demurely. Magnificent breasts heaved as soft hands that belonged to her lover moved from her waist and up her ribcage until they danced across the cups of her dark fuchsia bra. Golden blonde hair spilled across her shoulders, framing a face that seemed both familiar and unimaginable.
"I see... a..."
Fisher paused, not wanting to speak the words that pounded in his head, clamoring to get out. He didn't want to admit what he saw when he looked in the mirror. They both knew, the body, and the reflection, just what he was. But the words, they wouldn't let themselves be formed. Slender fingers along his spine popped open the clasp of his bra and he groaned the lament of a twisted, tortured soul as the straps were slowly pushed from his shoulders and twin globes of soft plastic flesh swung free.
"Say it," Sophie coaxed, "accept what you are and everything that you want."
"I see a ... tranny slut ... who, is..thirsty for cum," he admitted softly, immediately feeling a thousand pounds lighter, confessing it to Sophie, not just his Mistress.
"That's it baby..." she said, kissing his back and turning him back to face her. "And now, when you feel the hunger pulling you, I want you to tell me, no more denying your fantasies or your desires, no matter how depraved you think you are."
"Yes... Mistress..."
