The mirror has cracked, and the lines between friends have entirely dissolved. The first pieces of this adventure are coming to the fore. The only real question is what will you do?

Your choices tonight: Which pair do we follow into the dark next chapter?

1. Adam & Zara:
2. Eli & Cass:
3. Mommy & Our dearest Sissy:

This continues exactly where chapter 1 left off. Please read the prologue and chapter 1 for continuity.

Quick note: there was a typo in the previous chapter - it was 11.30 AM in Eden’s Dungeon. Not 1.30 AM. This has been updated.

Chapter 2

 
November 14th 2025: 11.20 PM
The home of the Millers

While her mouth remained locked with Cass’s, she shifted her weight as she slid one leg back to open her stance. With her incredible grace, she reached down, hooked her thumbs into the lace, and peeled off her soaking panties in one smooth motion.

With her folds now bare to the room, she threw me her signature heavy-lidded side-eye. Her blue sapphires locked onto my hungry ambers... and she curled her index finger. A hook straight to my heart and my pleading crotch. 'Get in here.'

I shoved to my feet, fingers fumbling with the button like a teenager in a back seat, and finally dragged my pants down. The cool air hit my rock-hard junk, but in reality, it instead felt searing hot as all the eyes in the room locked onto me.

Cass tore her mouth away from Zara’s, her breath hitched as her eyes widened. It seemed that the scale of the situation had finally registered.

"Sonuvabitch," she gagged. She sounded half-terrified but also half-entranced. "That... thing is not meant for fucking, Tripod. It's intended for insurance claims."

She sounded like she’d just found a loaded gun in a jewellery box as she continued, "It's a choking hazard waiting for a victim. No wonder Zara keeps her mouth shut so much. She’s probably trying to unhinge her jaw all the time."

Eli glanced over her shoulder, a flicker of territorial aggression warring with amusement at my plight. He was well aware of my discomfort with being put on display.

"There’s a reason we stopped sharing a changing room back in uni," Eli grunted through the sweat on his face. "Ruined the entire cricket team's self-esteem for the entire duration. The man walks around with a weapon of mass destruction."

"Shut up," Cass huffed, bucking back hard against him to remind him of his current job description. "Less talking, more fucking."

Zara didn't laugh, though. She lifted her head, her cheeks thoroughly flushed now with the heat of the moment. She looked from Cass’s ravaged form to me. There I was. Exposed, embarrassed, and past the point of no return.

I took a step, but Zara raised a hand. She didn't utter a syllable. She just held my gaze and posted the silent command in the air between us: 'Halt.'

Then, she slid her hand down between her legs.

She violated herself with a slow, deliberate rhythm before dragging a glistening finger up to her lips. She sucked it into her mouth, tasting herself even as her haunting eyes bored into mine.

She pulled the wet finger free with a soft pop.

"Well?" she purred. "Come over here and fuck me like you want to fuck the slut who just seduced your wife."

Cass let out a squeal of pure, filthy glee, grinding back against her husband. "Yes! Oh my God, yes! Fuck her exactly like you would like to fuck me!"

"Yeah, go on, do it, Big Boy," Eli joined in, grinning. Then his expression tightened, and the bouncer stepped out from behind the velvet rope. "But just to be clear, mate, I can’t stop where your head goes, but your junk had better stay inside your own missus."

I blinked, "What the fuck, Eli?"

He simply shrugged while not missing a thrust. "Just look at Cass. I wouldn't blame a monk for wanking to the idea of my little sex biscuit. Even the bloody gay hairdresser tried to chance his arm last week."

"Gay, my ass, and not just me," Cass gasped. "He wanted to hit on Z, too! But he was terrified she'd slash his throat."

That broke the spell. Zara’s patience shattered like cheap glass dropped on concrete.

"Shut up!" she hissed, shredding the stupid banter into silence. "Both of you. Not another word."

Her eyes were searing into mine now.

"Adam." Her voice dropped into a growl. "Get over here. Don't you dare dangle my property in empty air. Fuck me up. Hard."

And for me... in that one single moment... the world dissolved. What remained was simply the burning need to mark my territory.

---

 
I couldn't let the order hang in the air now, could I? I stepped up behind her and my hands found her waist. I loved it when her skin burned as that Mumbai sunset warmth radiated off her back.

She didn't wait for me to guide myself. She tipped forward, arching her back deeply to present herself to her willing victim. I gripped her hips, thumbs digging into her soft flesh to anchor us both, and drove into her with virtually no effort.

"Christ, Zara," I hissed, burying myself to the hilt in one smooth push.

She threw her head back, a moan tore from her throat as she pushed back against me and swallowed me deeper. "Don't you… ngh… dare hold back."

Indeed, I didn't. I couldn't. Almost instantly, I fell into that violent rhythm that we both knew so well. I was claiming what was mine. I stood my ground, making sure I drove into her with that wet, rhythmic slap that echoed in the room. She reached back, her nails finding my skin and clawing at my thighs to pull me in even deeper.

Despite my focus, over the curve of her shoulder, I had a front-row seat to the carnage in front of me. Eli was grinding Cass into the couch with a look of pure, primal bliss.

I caught his eye. And because I was a petty, triumphant bastard, I couldn't help but open my fat mouth.

"That’s a bottle of the thirty-year Macallan," I grunted, punctuating the sentence with a snap of my hips that made Zara gasp. "Pay up. I told you… hnn… I told you it would be this year."

Eli squeezed his eyes shut, his rhythm faltered for just a moment as Cass clamped down on him. "Fine, you bastard," he wheezed, teeth gritted.

Beneath my hands, Zara went rigid. Her internal muscles clamped around me like a velvet vice, nearly ending me right there. She twisted her neck, looking back at me with eyes that had sharpened from lust into suspicion.

"Excuse me?" she huffed, breathless, bracing her hands against her knees to look at me. "What… ah!… what did you just say?"

I didn't stop moving. I couldn't. So I did what I thought was the next best thing. I grabbed a handful of her hair and gently turned her head towards me. "The bet was that you two hook up one day," I gasped, driving into her harder. "Eli took the even years. I took the odd ones. 2025. I win."

"You… you bet on us?" Zara’s voice rose, genuine rage fighting with the pleasure of me wrecking her. "You gambled on… our monogamy?"

"Not against it," I promised, leaning down to bite the sensitive cord of her neck. "Never against it, but it was inevitable." I looked at Cass, then back to my wife, softening my voice even as I slammed into her harder. "Look at you two. We always knew."

"Knew what?" Cass chimed in even as she rode the edge of Eli’s rhythm.

"That you loved each other too much," I said, keeping the rhythm honest. "We know you love us, but we also knew you couldn't keep your love for each other in a box forever," I grunted before continuing. "We just… ngh… we simply decided to put some booze on the line."

The anger in Zara’s eyes flickered a little now, damped down by the truth of my confession, and my dedication to her twat. She stopped fighting the idea and surrendered to the sensation, arching her back deeper, forcing a groan from my chest.

"You're both still idiotic pricks," she whimpered, but she leaned back against me, accepting the weight of my chest against her spine.

"So," Cass groaned as she ground down on Eli. "Since we are settling debts… we need to balance the ledger. Maybe the boys should—"

"No," Zara cut her off, snapping her head up. Her voice was breathless but absolute. "Absolutely not. We are better than those two morons."

Her hand slid around to grip my arse, nails digging in through the flesh. "All of us. We all pay if we want to gamble..." She looked at me over her shoulder, half-dazed eyes gleaming.

“Okay,” Cass said. “New bet.”

---

 

 
Zara lifted her head as she spoke up, "So... mmmm...what game are we even playing?”

Cass laughed before she continued. “You boys,” she addressed Eli and me, “get to prove you are not just our toys in this little fuck-fest. Last one to unload wins."

She paused. Letting the moment breathe even as her eyes gleamed with the predatory delight of a loan shark sensing a default.

“And the stakes? Let's keep it simple. Winner’s choice. Losers do whatever the winners demand. No bitching, no limits, and certainly no vetoes."

Eli’s hands tightened on her hips. “You are turning sex into a competitive sport again, woman," he told her.

"Yes, and you will let me do it anyway,” she shot back. "You'd better win. Screw up and you pay in suffering. That was the fine print when you married me.”

I should have seen the grenade being dropped on the floor. The pin had been pulled, and the clock was ticking.

My stomach should have performed the typical flip that usually preceded a margin call, but my instincts failed me in the haze.

'Winner’s Choice' should have triggered every alarm in my head, but it failed to register.

I knew my own inventory. I knew exactly what a week without touching myself did to the machinery.

Zara should have put the brakes on things. Set limits, but just like me, she too was lost in the moment to think rationally.

We had decided that for one week each month, Zara would be left alone in support of the terrible pain she would never mention. No poking or pestering. I, in support of her, extended the boundary. No intimacy while she rode the tide, of course, but also no relief for me either until she formally signed off on it.

Saving up, she called it. She liked the way I felt after.

She called it 'Saving Up For Service'. She liked the way I felt afterwards. The way I went from in control to a desperate mess. She enjoyed that moment of absolute leverage.

Tonight was going to be 'that' first time.

And I was a loaded gun whose every nerve was humming. I could feel the denial from all of last week surging through my blood like high-voltage static.

"Game on," Eli grunted as he found a slow, deliberate rhythm within his wife.

"Deal," Zara breathed against my neck, too high on the pounding to read the warning label.

I was in trouble. Deep, structural trouble.

My body was a traitor with its week’s worth of denial, while Zara’s equally traitorous insides were milking me with wanton hunger. I gritted my teeth, forcing my breathing to slow, trying to think of unsexy things. Tax returns. Damp basements. The inevitable heat death of the universe.

It wasn't working. Not with my Zara arching back against me. She was gasping in pleasure even as her fingernails dug crescents into my arse.

I tried to stabilise, leaning into my own legend. Eli's stamina, based on the various times I heard him and his conquests in uni, had always been perfectly reasonable. I, however, was jokingly called a perpetual motion machine. One who could hold a climax near indefinitely.

Even compromised with a week of pent-up need, I shouldn't be failing. My pride kicked in as I slowed my stroke. I forced myself back to a manageable, deep tempo, now confident I could outlast the smug bastard.

"You look… ngh… tense, Adam, all okay?" Cass teased between thrusts.

She was bracing herself on the ottoman, looking back at us with a cat-got-the-canary smirk. All while Eli continued to rail her. "Don't tell me you're close already?"

"Focus on your own husband, bitch," I managed to choke out, sweat stinging my eyes.

"Oh, I am," she purred, reaching back to tangle her fingers in Eli’s hair. "But Eli is an endurance machine today. Aren't you, baby?"

Eli let out a low groan."Fuck... Now I get it."

"Yes, you do, baby." She laughed, the sound wet and breathless. "Zara, Adam, do you know why WE are going to win?"

She looked at us, eyes gleaming with pure malice. "He’s empty loves. I drained the tank before you two arrived."

I froze, missing a stroke. "What?"

"Sabotage," Eli wheezed, burying his face in her neck to hide his grin.

"Thrice," Cass announced gleefully, her hips snapping back to meet him. "Twice in the bedroom this afternoon. And then… oh god… then I got on my knees in the hallway. Sucked him dry right before you rang the doorbell. He’s barely loaded," she took a moment to let the venom sink. "Mrs and Mrs. footlong. My Eli's got nothing left to lose."

My brain stalled. The bastard wasn't pacing himself. He was coasting on the fumes of a marathon he had run well in advance. He was well prepared to fuck me over.

"That is… ah!… that is not fair!" Zara gasped. I could feel her indignation in her grip around my forearms. Her eyes were flashing now. "That’s cheating! The bet is void!"

"Nope!" Cass screamed just as Eli hit a particularly sensitive spot. "It's being opportunistic and... no… ngh… take-backs! The clause stands!"

Fuck!!!! The scheming little shit was right.

The trap snapped shut. And we were already falling.

---

 
It was the ironclad law of our shared history. From the time I bought tickets to the wrong festival, to the time Eli bet on a horse with three legs. If hands were shaken or words spoken with intent established, you ate the loss. It was the constitution of our relationship.

"Fuck," I hissed, realising the trap had closed.

"You walked right into it," Eli brayed like the ass he was, but his breathing too had turned jagged by now. Good, the smug bastard was struggling to hold it as well.

"Oh, stop whining, you two," Cass taunted before catching her breath. "Besides, it's not like I planned this, Adam. Eli was drained as a consolation prize for something else, but this... This was a spur-of-the-moment stroke of genius given the circumstances."

She paused, a wicked glint entering her eyes. "Well... I did know exactly what I was working with. Zara told me about your little... ritual. 'Saving up for service,' isn't it?"

I froze even as Zara flinched against me. Of course, they talked about it.

Cass laughed as she saw the awful realisation dawn on our faces. "So, come on then, the two of you. Please show us what a week of desperate, pent-up celibacy looks like. Let’s see if the legend holds up against a man running on empty."

It was the taunt that I tried to draw from, but failed miserably at.

Zara and I were a biological car crash that simply couldn't be contained. The end was near, and we both knew it.

"Come on, Adam," Cass purred, "Don't you want a little justice? Don't you think revenge is a dish best served... inside me."

"Shut up," I gritted out, sweat stinging my eyes now.

"Think about it," she continued. "I had my way with your lovely wife. Isn't it time you returned the favour? Picture it. Pushing into me while Eli watches from the cheap seats. A fair trade in the marketplace of sin."

"Adam, listen to me!" Zara gasped beneath me, her nails digging crescents into my shoulders. "Don't listen to the harpy. Think unsexy thoughts! Think about... the damp patch on the ceiling! Think about the reaming I gave you for the trash you forgot to throw yesterday!"

"Or," Eli chimed in from the sidelines, his voice vibrating with the glee of a chaos demon, "picture a scenario where she is stuck in customs at the airport. Passport gone. And, 'the only way' to save Cass from solitary confinement is for you to heroically shag her senseless."

"That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard," I roared, hips bucking traitorously.

"Shut it. You are ruining the mise-en-scène," Cass snapped, before dropping her voice. She dug deep to find that lethal, velvet whisper I had only heard when she intended to ruin her husband. She leaned in slowly and close enough that I could smell her perfume. "Forget the fucking airport. Focus on my words, Adam. You know how we can get... heavy."

Oh shit! She knew precisely how to win, and as she intended, the vision burned itself into my head.

Zara felt the tremor in my hips immediately. She didn't need to see the glaze in my eyes because she could FEEL the betrayal in my stroke. The traitorous hitch of a man trading his soul for a biological imperative. She whipped her head back, neck straining against the angle, and scrambled backwards blindly. Her nails were digging deeper into my thigh in a panic-stricken attempt to hit the brakes.

"Adam, no!" she shrieked, her voice climbing an octave. "Think about... think about unwashed Tupperware! Think about wet socks on carpet!"

"Imagine it," Cass wheezed, dragging air into her lungs with great effort. She leaned in. "Two of us... oh... God, Adam... both of us." She shuddered. "Both of us with huge. Ngh... Round bellies... skin so tight... so tight it shines."

"Tax audits! Sludge!" Zara yelled, though her legs were shaking, unlocking, betraying the wet heat slicking her thighs.

"Heavy," Cass panted while burning the vision into my brain. "Tits... so heavy... fuck. Soaking our little tees. Just two... big... dripping... mmmm."

My rhythm stuttered as she had intended. I was caught between Zara’s frantic pleas and the filth Cass was painting on the inside of my eyelids. Eli, the traitor, could only laugh.

Cass dropped her voice to a slurred whisper. "On the bed... Daddy. Side by side." She let out a long, broken moan as her eyes fluttered shut. "No thoughts... just... uh... empty. Tongues out, Daddy... drooling on the sheets."

"Don't listen!" Zara begged, losing the war.

"We’d call for you," she moaned and followed it with a soft, desperate moo. It was the kill shot and tore through whatever little restraint I had. "Come on, Daddy. Make it real."

'Snap.'

My control shattered just as I intended. I willpower was no different from a cheap windshield smashed apart by a bat.

And the second Zara felt the dam break, she too abandoned any desire to win as she slammed her weight back against me. She ground down hard, now totally giving into the fantasy that Cass used like kerosene to fuel our meltdown.

"Fuck it!" she screamed, her nails clawing into my thighs. "Fill me up, Daddy!"

I buried my face in the curve of her neck, teeth grazing her salty skin to muffle the roar in my throat. My vision drowned in white static. My restraint was knocked out of me as my body slammed into her like a high-speed collision on the motorway. I pumped into her, pouring everything I had into the wife who was now demanding it.

Somewhere in the distance, through the rushing blood in my ears, I heard Cass’s laugh curdle into a jagged, broken scream.

"Yes!" she wailed, her voice cracking as Eli finally drove home one more time. "Cum in me. Now!"

And then, literal fucking seconds after our fall, Eli let loose with a guttural groan that rippled through the floorboards.

I collapsed. We lost, but Jesus, what a way to lose.

It was heartbreakingly close. My ego wanted to argue for a photo finish, but Cass would never let me.

Then, she too collapsed forward onto the couch, shaking with the aftershocks as she dragged Eli down with her dead weight.

Zara slumped against me as her legs trembled so hard she could barely stand. I held her up even as my arms locked around her waist. My forehead rested on her shoulder as my heart tried to hammer its way out of my ribs.

"You lost," Zara whispered, her voice was raw, but she didn't sound upset. In fact, my dear wife sounded thoroughly and completely satisfied.

"I hate them," I gasped, closing my eyes against the burn.

---

 

December 7th 2025 : 4:00 AM

The Maid’s Quarters. Eden

 
The numbers on the little clock glowed in the dark, bright red eyes staring at me, going Blink. Blink.

Four o’clock was important. I knew that deep down in my tummy. Four o’clock was when Daddy used to wake up. Daddy liked to run. He liked to put on his shoes and run and run until his legs hurt and his head was quiet.

But I wasn’t Daddy. I was a Sissy. And Sissies didn’t run. Sissies stayed in bed. Sissies were soft.

I wiggled my toes under the blanket. Mmmm, the sheets felt scratchy but nice. I giggled into my pillow. Smooth legs were the bestest.

I peeked over at Mommy. She was holding me tight, taking care of me, and she looked so beautiful. My Mommy was keeping me safe.

But then I felt it. Uh oh.

Down between my legs. It was awake, and it was poking against my little panties.

'No, no, no,' I thought, biting my lip. 'Bad clitty. Naughty clitty.'

Sissies don’t have pokey things except on their boobies. Sissies are soft and tiny.

If mommy woke up and saw my clitty being all big, she might think I wasn’t trying hard enough to be her pretty little doll.

'I have to fix it,' I thought, nodding to myself in the dark. 'I have to be a good little sissy.'

I sat up slowly, careful not to squeak the bed. I slid my legs out. My nightie, the pretty lavender one with the ruffles that Miss D got for me, swished around my thighs. I felt my boobies sway against my chest and hugged myself, squeezing them just a little because it felt nice to know they were there.

I tiptoed to the little table. It was dark, but my eyes were good.

There it was. The magic bottle. 'The Frost.'

Mommy and Miss D did this part before. They painted me with it to make me tiny. But if I did it myself... oh! Mommy would be so happy! She would wake up and see her perfect little sissy, and she would smile her special smile and maybe let me give her more treats.

I pulled my panties down.

'Shimmy shimmy.'

I looked down. It was getting softer now, so I told the silly thing to get even softer... mmmphh... 'soft now... it will hurt if it was still hard. It was just a decoration until Mommy wanted it back.

I dipped my fingers into the jar. 'Ooooh, cold!'

I rubbed the gel all over it. "Shhh," I whispered to my clitty. "Go to sleep. Go away."

It tingled like peppermint and then... magic. It started to shrink! I watched it get smaller and smaller, retreating like a little turtle hiding in its shell. It turned even more pink... oooh, like a rosebud.

But... hmm.

I poked underneath. Those two were still there. They looked too big for a sissy.

I remembered what Mommy did yesterday. She was so gentle. She pushed them up, up, up into my tummy.

'I can do that,' I thought. 'I’m a big girl.

I dipped my hand in the Frost again. Lots of it. I smeared it all over them.

I took a deep breath.

'In... out...'

I pushed. 'Squish.' One went up! It felt weird, like a little pop in my tummy, but it didn't hurt! It felt... empty.

I did the other one and Floop! It was gone!'

I giggled as I clapped my hands quietly.

'Yay!'

"Shrink," I commanded, just like Mommy. "Be tiny."

And it did! The skin got tight. It shrivelled up until there was almost nothing left. Just a tiny, smooth mound with a little pink button in the middle.

I ran my hand over it. Perfect for a sissy.

I looked in the mirror on the wall. Even in the dark, I could see my shape. My hips were wide, my bum was nice and big, and my boobies looked perky, and down there?

I felt a flutter in my tummy. My perfect little clitty.

But then... I remembered last night.

'Daddy.'

I shivered. It was so confusing. I remembered feeling Daddy inside my head, scared and angry. And then... I remembered giving my sissy pussy to him.

'My sissy pussy.'

I touched my bum cheek. It felt hot.

I gave it to Daddy, I thought, my brain feeling fuzzy and pink. But ...

Daddy is sleeping. Daddy is gone for now.

Maybe... maybe Mommy could touch it?

Oh my heart 'Thump-thump-thump.'

Of course, she could. Mommy owned it. Mommy owned everything.

I crawled back into bed, happy that Mommy would wake up to me being perfect. The mattress dipped. I moved slowly, like a little kitty cat, crawling between Mommy’s legs.

It was cosy and warm down here. It smelled like Mommy, but... different? Usually Mommy smells so light and sweet, like pretty flowers or honey. But this was ...

Poor Mommy! She must have been so tired. She worked so hard taking care of her sissy. She probably got so hot watching me all tied up last night that she didn't even wash up! She must have just gone straight to sleepy-byes...

Mmmm, but that's okay! If Mommy is too tired to clean herself, Mommy's Sissy could do it! Thank you. I lowered my head. I pressed my face right against her.

I took a big, deep smell.

'Sniff.'

Oh! My eyes watered just a little bit. It was strong. But... no!!!

'Mommy always smells nice,' I told myself firmly. 'Mommy smells perfect.' I repeated it in my head, over and over, pushing the yucky thoughts away. 'Sissy loves her mommy.'

'Click.'

My brain did a little flip, and I sniffed again. My soft little clitty twitched happily. Mmmm. Time to get to work.

I started licking softly. Just through the cotton. Like a good little puppy cleaning its owner.

Mommy stirred. Her legs shifted, opening wider.

I nudged the fabric aside with my nose.

There she was. Wet and warm.

I licked properly now. My tongue swirled. Mmmm... salty.

Just then, Mommy gasped.

Her head lifted off the pillow. I peeked up through my long, fluttery lashes.

Mommy was looking down at me. Her eyes were sleepy, but then... they went wide. She saw me. She saw her Sissy between her legs, eating her.

She didn't push me away.

A sleepy smile spread across her face.

"Well," she purred, her voice raspy. "Look at my hungry little bitch."

Before I could giggle, Mommy moved.

'Snap!'

Her thighs clamped around my head! Tight! Like a vice!

"Mmph!" I squeaked.

"Eat," she commanded. "Don't stop."

I licked faster. I swirled and sucked. My brain turned into bubbles.

'Pop. Pop. Pop.'

No thoughts. Only Mommy. Only her moaning. "Yes... good girl... right there..."

She bucked her hips. She ground herself against my face. I couldn't breathe, but I didn't want to breathe! I wanted to drown in Mommy!

"I'm cumming!" she gasped.

She shuddered and then...

'Splash.'

She came all over my face! Warm and wet. It soaked me everywhere.

She squeezed me so tight I saw stars.

'Pretty, sparkly stars.'

When she finally let go, I fell back, gasping. I licked my lips.

'Yummy.'

"Good morning, baby," Mommy whispered, pulling me up.

She kissed me, tasting herself on my mouth.

"Turn around," she said. "Sixty-nine."

I flipped over. I was so excited! Mommy wanted to milk me! Mommy wanted to make my clitty feel good, too!

I put my face back in her crotch, happy to clean her up.

I waited for her mouth. I waited for her warm hand to grab my clitty.

But... nothing happened.

Mommy was trying. I could feel her tongue swirling. I could feel her sucking.

But I couldn't feel it.

The Frost worked too well! My clitty was so frozen that Mommy couldn't suckle on it.

"Hnnn," Mommy sounded frustrated against my tummy.

She suckled harder, trying to pull the little nub out, but it was numb. It felt like... like touching your elbow.

"I'm sorry!" I wailed, pulling away. "I'm sorry, Mommy! I broke it! I'm stupid!"

Mommy sat up. She looked at my tiny, frozen crotch. Then she looked at my teary face.

"Shhh," she soothed, wiping my tears. "You're not stupid, baby. You were just being a very efficient little sissy with the treatment."

"But you can't milk me!" I sobbed. "Sissies need to be milked!"

Mommy paused. She tapped her chin. She looked at me... and her eyes got dark. Darker than the room.

"You're right," she whispered. "It is important for Sissy to be milked daily. Very important."

She smiled. It was a new smile. A hungry smile.

"Lie on your back, baby."

I did. I sniffled, wiping my nose.

"Legs up," she ordered. "Grab your ankles."

I grabbed my ankles. My nightie fell down, exposing my tummy and my clitty fully

Mommy crawled between my legs again.

She kissed my knees.

'Kiss. Kiss.'

She kissed my thighs.

'Kiss. Kiss.'

She kissed my tummy.

Then... she spread my legs, and I felt the cool air hit my bum. I was showing her my...oh no!

"Mommy?" I whispered. My heart was fluttering like a little birdie trapped in a cage now.

"Can I kiss your sissy pussy, baby?" she asked softly.

"But... but..." I stammered. "Only Daddy can touch it. No?"

"Daddy isn't here," Mommy agreed. "Just us girls."

"But what if it hurts?" I whimpered.

"Relax, baby," Mommy cooed, stroking my hair. "Mommy will only kiss it first. Mommy has soft lips."

She leaned in.

I squeezed my eyes shut.

I felt warm breath. And then...

'Mwaaa.'

Her lips were soft and warm, and it tickled a little!

"See?" Mommy whispered against my skin. "Just a kiss."

She then licked it.

'Slurp.'

"Oh!" I gasped. That felt... weird. But nice. Warmer.

and she licked it again and again until I was squirming. 'Oooh, mommy.'

Then I heard a sound.

'Squirt.'

I opened one eye. Mommy had gotten the gel from the side table and was putting it on her finger. A big glob of it.

"Just to make it feel nice and lovely, baby," she promised.

She lowered her head again. She put her mouth on my tiny, frozen clitty. She started to suckle. Even though it was numb, the suction felt grounding.

And then... I felt her finger.

"Mommy needs to put a finger in, baby," she murmured around my clit. "Open up for Mommy."

"Yes," I breathed, feeling hazy and floaty. "Yes, Mommy."

She pushed.

'Slide.'

Tears pricked my eyes again. "Mommy, it hurts!"

"Shh, good girl, breathe," she hummed, sucking my clit between words. "Relax your tummy. Let Mommy in."

She pushed a little more.

"Ouchie!" I whined, and I wanted to cry. But... wait. It didn't hurt that much. It was just... full. Why was I so scared? Why was I even crying?

'I'm crying because mommy is taking me,' I realised. I'm crying because I'm a girl.

And then... Mommy's finger curled. 'Come here.'

She hit something. Deep inside. My button.

My Sissy Spot.

'ZING!'

My eyes popped open. My mouth formed an 'O'.

It wasn't like the clitty feeling. It was deeper, and it felt like my whole tummy was melting.

"Mommy!" I moaned.

"Found it," she mumbled against my skin.

She curled her finger again. And again.

'Rub. Rub. Rub.'

"Oh! Oh! Oh!"

My hips started bucking. I couldn't help it! My sissy pussy was clenching, grabbing Mommy's finger, trying to hug it!

"That's it," Mommy whispered, looking up at me. Her finger was deep inside me now, pumping in and out. Squelch. Squelch.

"Does Sissy like that?"

"Yes! Yes!" I squealed.

"You know," Mommy said, her voice getting husky and low. "Daddy was big and strong... but Sissy? Sissy makes me so much happier."

My heart soared. Happier than Daddy? Me?

"Really?" I gasped.

"Really," Mommy promised, thrusting faster. "Daddy was always so busy. But Sissy? Sissy is always there for me. Maybe I should keep Sissy full-time."

"Yes! Keep me!" I begged, arching my back.

Mommy pulled me closer. She made me lift my bum up higher.

"Look at you," Mommy growled. "So welcoming. So wet."

She pumped faster as she kept suckling my clitty.

'In out in out.'

It was waking up! Mommy made my clitty ignore the Frost! It was tiny but throbbing!

"I'm gonna cum!" I wailed.

"Not yet," Mommy hissed.

She leaned in close to my ear.

"You know what this hole needs?" she whispered darkly.

"What?" I panted.

"It needs a real cock."

I froze. A real cock?

"I can't wait, baby," Mommy teased, thrusting deep. "Can't wait to find a big, thick, real cock to fuck my little sissy senseless."

"No..." I whimpered.

"Yes," she insisted. "Stretch you wide open. Use you like a sleeve..."

The fear was delicious. It was heavy and scary, and it made my sissy spot throb harder than ever.

"Please..." I sobbed. "I don't want to stretch... I don't want other cummies inside my tummy..."

"Silly girl," Mommy whispered. "I'm just kidding, love."

But the vision was stuck in my head!

"It will hurt." I whimpered, but she wouldn't have any of it.

"CUM FOR MOMMY!" she commanded.

SNAP.

I fell apart.

I shuddered, my whole body shaking like a leaf.

And then...

'dribble.'

I leaked out of my clitty right into Mommy's mouth.

I floated. I felt like pink clouds.

Mommy pulled her finger out slowly.

'Pop.'

She crawled up my body and kissed me with all the love in the world.

"Good girl," she whispered as we lay there snuggling.

Then Mommy sat up. She wiped her mouth as she spoke.

"That was too much Frost," she noted, looking at my still-tiny nub. "You overdid it, baby girl."

She grabbed the bottle of alcohol from the nightstand.

"Sit up. Wipe time."

She lifted up my clitty to wipe below.

"Let us free your balls, baby," she scolded gently. "We need to get some blood back in there."

She wiped and wiped and sprayed it. Mommy wanted them to drop before I moved.

I felt it loosening, then finally dropping back down a few minutes later.

"We'll keep your clitty small for now. I absolutely love it," she declared, checking the clock on the wall.

"It's 4:30. You have chores."

She patted my cheek.

"But listen to me, baby. You will need to grow your clitty back to full size no later than nine o'clock. Understood?

"Yes Mommy!" I chirped. "Happily!"