Emotions are complicated

Standing there with his heel clad feet together, Trent didn’t know what to do. Deedee stood behind him, her arm wrapped around his shoulders just above his jutting breast forms had him pinned to her. Her other hand was held just in front of his face and glistened with the leakage that had come from his cage as she had fondled him earlier. The angle of the heels on Trent’s feet pushed his ass backwards into Deedee’s crotch as she ground her body against him. Her lips were right next to his ear as she continued her whispered **** on his body as well as his masculine pride.

Trent swallowed as he stared at the hand trying to believe that this was all some trick, that he didn’t enjoy all of this. “No…” His hoarse voice croaked out before he got control of it and modulated it down to the feminine lilt he had been **** to adopt. “Like, no Deedee. I don’t like this. I’m a man. I shouldn’t be dressed like this!” The feminine stomp that followed his declaration of masculinity **** his bouncy breasts and bubbly butt to bounce about in a way that did not resemble manlieness at all.

Deedee expected this kind of pushback, in fact she was starting to enjoy watching him squirm. Her previous anger at his lack of effort was very slowly drifting into the lustier parts of her brain. Holding him to her, his rounded hind quarters pressed back against her, she could feel her cock beginning to harden under the long flowing split skirt she had on. “If you hate it so much, then why are you still doing it? Why did you just tell Brittany that you are my girlfriend, Tiffany?” Her teeth nibbled on his ear sending another shock of pleasure to his brain. “You did promise to be my perfect little girlfriend didn’t you baby-girl?”

Trent’s brain was being assaulted on every side. The last twenty four hours had been an exercise in humiliation, degradation, and a near constant state of arousal. He didn’t know why he was so turned on, but the lack of ability to get off was starting to bring a fog to his mind and was making it harder and harder to resist the pleasure that Deedee kept providing to him. Even now as she pressed up against him, he could feel her nipples poking into his back, her large breasts pushed up against him as she held him to her. Each time she nibbled on his ear or nuzzled his neck it took all of his willpower not to let a small moan escape his ruby painted lips.

Not trusting himself to speak correctly, he knew what was at risk if he didn’t agree with Deedee’s commands. He felt like he had to find a way to resist the pressure she was putting on him, perhaps even find a way out of this trap. Trying to keep her happy, he simply nodded reluctantly.

“You know, good girlfriends clean up after themselves. Don’t you think you should?” Again, he nodded unsure of what he would need to clean or even how he would do it with her holding him up against her like this. The thought of pulling away never quite reached an accessible part of his lust fogged mind.

With his tacit agreement, Deedee slowly brought her hand closer and closer to his face. Her index finger reached out, the talon that extended past it reaching out to rest on his plump bottom lip. “Open.” The command was followed with another kiss to his neck as she watched to see if he would resist. The fog of lust continued to encroach on his inhibitions making it hard to resist. His lips parted for a second before he realized what would happen if he followed her order. She was going to make him clean his fluids off of her hand with his mouth.

With clarity sparking for the briefest second, Trent's lips clamped together and turned his head to the side to avoid her fluid covered digits. The sudden turn threw his hair back into Deedee face, forcing her to lean her head away from him. His heart began to hammer behind the large fake breasts on his chest. His hands wrapped around the forearm that pressed him up against her body. His breath came hot and heavy as he contemplated ripping her arm away from him and running off, but he know he had no where to go.

“I see.” Those words were the only warning he had as Deedee released him and moved towards the front door. Her clean hand slipped the deadbolt open and reached down to the knob. Turning it, she continued to hold the door closed, but it was clear that she could slam the door open at any moment. Trent stumbled as the lack of support that he had been receiving disintegrated with her separation. “Good girls stay here. Dumbfuck boys get kicked out as they are.” Raising her eyebrows in a questioning manner, she stood and waited to see how he would respond.

Flashes of the men outside helping the neighbors move in appeared in Trent’s mind as he stared at her wide eyed. Even more flashes of the women at the store seeing his tiny caged cock. Every time he replayed that memory the girl’s faces grew more and more cruel in his mind. He couldn’t separate what had actually happened from the painful thought of them laughing behind his back at how small he was. In his mind's eye he could see them giggling and joking together about how little of a man he was when he had stormed off into the changing room. Panting, he shook his head, the blonde tresses woven into his hair flying all about him as he spoke. “Like, I’ll stay. Please.”

Quirking her head to the side as if contemplating his words, Deedee responded with a shrug and cracked the door open slightly. The sounds of the movers across the street yelling at each other slipped into the quiet house as the two stared at each other. Fear coursed through him as she skipped right over his apology. “I don’t believe you. I trusted your word last time and see where it has gotten us? You said you would be my girlfriend, and here you are refusing me. You promised me you would be good. You even pretended to enjoy kissing me last night. Was all this some joke to you to make me feel like you cared about me?”

Trent’s fogged over mind couldn’t keep up with Deedee’s manipulations as she began to gaslight him. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he began to apologize for anything he could think of just to get her to not throw him out on the street. “Like, I’m sorry Deedee. I like, this is all so new to me and like, I just, I don’t know how to do this!” The words started to flow out of him quickly, each sentence becoming less and less filtered as it went on. “I swear, I’ll be your perfect little girlfriend. I’ll do anything you want. Just please Daddy, don’t throw me away!”

Freezing in place, both of them caught the words that Trent had just yelled in an attempt to sway his captor. The moment stretched out between them as the sounds of the outside world filtered in through the small two inch gap in the front door that Deedee held open. Trent’s eyes closed as he felt his world shrinking in on itself. Tears began to form at the edges of his eyes as he wished that he could take the last words back.

For Deedee, something else was happening entirely. Something she could never have predicted. While she had teased Tiffany with that title and saying that they used it in the bedroom to someone recently, this was the first time Tiffany had ever said it to her. A well of emotion erupted within her as a conflict sprouted in her mind. On one hand, she knew that this was completely wrong. She knew that even worse than corrupting Brittany, this was ruining someone’s life. Not just anyone either, but she was ruining her son’s life. The hammer blow of that **** her to close the door tightly.

The yin to that yang was the spike of lust that had driven into her very core at seeing this tortured feminine creature she had created beginning to fall down the path of no return. It was made even worse that it was someone so close to her. There was a dark part in her soul that knew she was doing something inexcusable, unfortunately it was tied up in the endorphin rush that came from each step she **** Trent to take towards becoming Tiffany. These thoughts spun around in Deedee’s mind before a sudden realization came to her. If she stopped now, she would lose the person in front of her forever. Deedee had no family left outside of the person standing in front of her. If she stepped away from this now, she would end up losing it all.

A few steps away Trent stood there with completely different thoughts running through his mind. He prayed that Deedee would say anything after his outburst. Her bright green eyes seemed to pierce through him as he stood there frozen. Her face was an emotionless stone mask as he waited for some sort of sign, any sort of sign. Fear began to sprout as she stood there, one hip cocked to the side, her sticky hand still held out in front of her, the palm facing him. Suddenly, he knew what he needed to do to make her happy again. Approaching her, his training in the high heels forcing him to take a slow sensuous stride. Reaching out, both of his hands wrapped around her wrist as he moved even closer to her. With just a mere foot between the two he stopped. Then, with his eyes locked onto hers, he pulled her hand towards his face.

Deedee’s breath caught in her throat with lust as she felt Tiffany’s tongue slip against her palm. Feeling the smooth damp appendage slide up her hand brought her already simmering lust to the brink of boiling over. She stared as he continued to lick her palm clean.

Trent’s mind tried to block the taste, but there was no getting away from the completely debased action he was taking. He could feel Deedee’s body tensing as he continued to run his tongue across her hand. With their eyes locked on one another, he could see when something suddenly changed in her and the hard mask cracked.

Her hand that had been on the door behind her leapt up to Tiffany’s neck and pulled the pair of them together. Their breasts smashed together as the feminine pair collided. Trent’s already open mouth was suddenly invaded with Deedee’s tongue as she kissed him deeply. He could feel her tongue searching every part of his mouth, rubbing against his own, almost like she was trying to share in the taste of himself he had just taken off of her hand.

Trent’s control finally broke and he finally let himself melt into the kiss. Giving himself to Deedee, he leaned heavily into her body while his hands released hers to slide around her slender neck. His fingers toyed with the wisps of hair that had released from her artfully messy bun as they embraced. While the two had kissed before, this was the first time that Trent had actually kissed back with his full intensity. He could feel the difference in kissing between what it was like to make out with Brittany. With Brittany he was in charge, she was the soft clay for him to mold to his liking. In this exchange it was the opposite, Deedee took control almost effortlessly.

A part of his mind that fogged over quickly asked how he could enjoy being controlled so much if he was still a man. Instead, the knowledge that he had driven this woman to a level of lust that he had never experienced before. Sleeping with Brittany had always been an effort. He had to cajole and complain, even whine, just to get her to reluctantly participate. He had never felt wanted or needed. Now, Deedee showed him nothing but the black hole of her desire for him and the feeling of that burned itself into him somewhere deep inside.

The kiss broke naturally as all long makeout sessions do, with both parties panting and not wanting to stop but needing to. In Deedee’s case, she desperately needed to reach down and adjust herself. The thong panties she had tucked herself into earlier that day could not contain her cock any longer as it sprang out and tented the loose skirt she wore. Reaching down between them with her still slightly damp hand, she adjusted her cock to a more comfortable position.

Trent stepped away from Deedee as she handled herself. The sudden lust of the moment slowly wore off. Seeing Deedee's bulge reminded him of his situation. Watching her visible arousal doused his lust with like a cold bucket of water and brought with it a fleeting moment of clarity. The knowledge that he had just opened his mouth to Deedee willingly and had enjoyed it sickened him. A pain in his stomach welled up at the thought that he had chosen for that to happen. Turning back to Deedee he tried again. “Like please Deedee, just let me go.”

As the words came out of his mouth, he knew they would never work. His mind knew that it was a token resistance to continue to tell himself that he was trying to get out of this. The soft valley girl accent that he spoke in only made it worse.

Hearing the words come out of his lips and the way he said them did nothing to propel any reaction from Deedee. Standing up straight she released the deep breath she had been holding since the kiss broke and opened her eyes to take his form in.

As Deedee’s eyes opened again, Trent saw the hard emotionless mask that he had come to fear slip back into place. A twin helix of disgust at himself for the passion he had put into the kiss, and the hurt caused by her lack of displayed emotion collided and reverberated through him. As his eyes traveled down Deedee's body on their way to the floor, he again noticed the considerable size different between them.

After such an extended period of silence, Deedee’s voice in the air was like a hammer shattering the glass of the moment. “Well, you have proven that you want to stay. But what shall we do about you being a bad girl Tiffany? Tell me my dear, what do you think we should do to punish you?” Trent winced and continued to stare at the ground between them as she spoke. He could feel the rhetorical question in her speech and let her continue. “As I see it, you have made four large mistakes today, we won’t even get into the smaller things you have done wrong. Those four are more than enough to reset your twenty four hour timer easily.”

Snapping the deadbolt closed to the front door, Deedee moved past Trent, her hip just barely brushing up against his as she stepped by. “Come along.”