PoV Lucus Brighter
I am a Sissy.
"Tell me, what is your name?" The Terrifying Tiger-kin said her voice was soft and melodious. Her voice was dangerous, and I felt a shiver through me. "Lucu-" My face was suddenly struck, and my mind blanked at the sudden pain, and I moved my mana to strike back, only to find my bindings too tight to move, and it would pull at another part of my body, and I wanted to roar.
"What is your name?" She asked again, and I snarled.
"My fuc-" My face suddenly stung with pain as she used her flexible energy to strike me with the back of her hand across my face. My face burned, and I was humiliated. I cannot fucking believe I was captured by this fucking bitch. I hated this. I wanted to be free, and I hated all of it.
I wanted to be a Sissy.
FUCK NO I WANT MY-
You want to be a Sissy. Sissies are Happy, no thoughts, just happiness listening to Mistress.
My head blanked, and my face stung, and Mistress asked, "What is your name?"
My head rang for a moment, and I looked at her and felt terrified, and I could not help but think. What would she do if I followed what she asked and parted my lips to say, "I am Lexy"? I said, and she smiled.
"Good Sissy," Mistress replied, and I felt fear as her hand reached forward and stroked my struck cheek, and I flushed with shame at how good it felt. "You are Lexy, not some stupid boy's name. You are a Sissy, and a Good one at that. Tell me, Sissy, would you like to eat with Mistress today?" She asked, and my stomach betrayed me with a growl loud enough for the entire cave to hear. The other woman, the human woman, looked at me and shook her head, and I flushed as I felt humiliated, and I wanted to scream at her.
Mistress is kind to Sissys. You want to be the Mistress's sissy.
I felt my head haze again, and I asked, "What does Mistress want this sissy to do?"
My head felt good saying it. I felt so nice calling myself a sissy, and I shook my head, feeling foggy. My mind felt soft and pliable, and I smiled at Mistress.
"Well, we can get you changed, but if I feel you moving your Sissy Mana again, I am going to be angry," Mistress said, and I nodded.
"I-I won't," I told her, my head still fuzzy, but I was also terribly hungry. My stomach growled, and I watched her smile at me and then handed me a red dress that made me flush.
"I want you to put this on for Mistress, and wear it to dinner," Mistress said, and I snapped back to reality.
Shit, she wants me to fucking cross-dress.
You are a Sissy. You want to dress up forMistress.
My stomach growled, and the voice spoke softly in my head, and I shuddered. I was hungry. Since Mistress started training, she had been withholding food and water unless I made her happy. It was taking slightly more and more to make her happy, and I shuddered. I did not understand what a sissy was, but she clearly wanted me to be more like a woman, and I did not want to be a woman.
You want to be a Sissy. You are a womanly sissy. Dress up for Mistress. Look good for Mistress. Good Sissies are rewarded by Mistress.
The words flowed over me and sounded so tempting at this moment and I looked at the dress and I finally said words that I really did not want to say. I hated myself, but I said, "Yes, Miss. Sissy Lexy will dress up for Mistress."
The words flowed out of my mouth as if someone took over my body to say them, and I shuddered like a load was taken off my shoulders. It felt GOOD that I said them, and that scared me.
"Good Girl, Lexy, now come, let's get you out of those restraints and get you in that cute dress," Mistress said, and I shuddered.
I wanted to fight as she brought me before the other woman, had her take off my restraints, and I wanted nothing more than to lash out with my mana. To strike the weaker woman now helping me with my dirty, torn clothing. I wanted to kill her for her weakness and destroy her as she took off the last remnants of my caravan guard uniform and as she stripped me of it. I felt lost. like I lost something important.
As she took up a wet cloth and started wiping down my body, I shuddered and hated it, as if even the grime were losing something. But I was hungry, and I lay down and watched the human woman wash my body with a cloth softly. Cleaning off the grime from weeks, and the water in her bucket turned black. She emptied it and continued to wash me all while Mistress watched with a soft smile and said, "Such a good girl. You are doing so well, Sissy Lexy. Good Sissies are Clean sissies," She said, and I felt a shudder through me. A pleasure I did not want felt baked into my head, and I wanted to lash out even more.
But I didn't, and a second bucket and soap came out. She washed me down with clean soap, another bucket of black water was dumped, and she finished cleaning me as I stood there. Free to attack, but I didn't. She was a C ranker, and I knew I could kill her before Mistress could stop me, but she was right there, and I did not want to do that.
Why did I not want to do that?
You are a Sissy. Such a Good Sissy for Mistress. So good, so feminine. So beautiful.
My mind felt hazy, and Mistress stood there, and soon, I moved for the mistress's woman. I held my hands out, and I looked at my body as she put me in a dress. Then, Mistress asked, "Are you going to be a Good Sissy Lexy and eat properly, or do I need to bind you?"
"I-" I wanted to fight, "Will," I needed to fight, "Be," If I continued to follow orders, when will it stop, "A," I need to stop myself. To fight this woman to the death! "Good," STOP IT, LUCAS! "Sissy," I told her, and shuddered as I knew I meant it.
What was happening to me?
"How about you follow me, and I can show you how to get even prettier, Sissy?" Mistress asked and looked at the other woman, "You can prepare some food. We will see how good a Sissy Lexy is," Mistress told her, and she nodded.
"Yes, Mistress," the other woman said with a slight bow and departed, and I shuddered, following Mistress, who seemed to leave a bit of her back open. I had seen this woman, though; she was flexible and had killer instincts. She was baiting me, and I would not fall for it. I followed behind and saw her leave her back open to me.
I shuddered as a sudden thought of one phrase passed through my head as she showed me to a new room in the cave with a makeup kit.
What if it was a real opening and I just missed it?
You are a Good Sissy. You want to follow the Mistress's Orders. You are such a good Sissy.
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