Fiona's Day

This chapter is a special request from a couple of my regular readers. Please excuse the change in POV.

As this covers a lot of ground already presented in other threads, and likely to be detailed better if I ever get around to the Elsie-Fiona thread I'd like to do, I give it a fairly succinct treatment here.

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Fiona watches her brother go, strutting as he was like a proud rooster. She smiles and shakes her head. The moment he was gone her face falls. Looking back toward the mirror she rubs the swollen lip and eye Jesse had given her the night before. Looking at herself in the mirror she nods with a look of dubious optimism.

Kneeling down beside her bed once more she pulls out from under it not the lock box but another box, this one square and wooden. She places it on her bed, pauses, then opens it up. Within it, laid out perfectly, was the special leather collar she had made for Jesse. Tracing her finger around the rim of it she eventually picks it up and holds it in her hands. Turning back toward the mirror she places it around her neck, though she does not fasten it. Holding it there she looks at herself kneeling and wearing a collar.

"Yes Sir." She whispers. "No Sir. Yes Sir. Yes Master. No Master."

She lets out a defeated sigh and puts the collar back in the box. "He'll never do it." She mutters. She returns the box to its place under her bed.

Fiona sits on her bed for a time, taking care of some business over her phone. When she is sure Jesse has gone for the day she at last gets up. She stands by her bed, eyes closed and fists clenched, as she prepares herself for what she was about to do.

She walks down to the kitchen where she find her mother and sister chatting and sharing some breakfast. They both fall quiet as she enters the room. Fiona's eyes were locked on Elsie. She stands before them for close to a minute before anyone says anything.

"Uhhh...you okay Fiona?" Elsie asks with rising concern.

Fiona swallows. "Um, can we talk? Alone?"

Elsie's dark eyes flit back and forth between her mother and her sister. "Can't we talk here?"

Fiona takes in a long deep breath. "Are you afraid of me Elsie?"

El gets a deep soulful look about her as she studies her big sister. "Yes. Yes I am Fiona."

Fiona looks shook but simply nods. "Fair."

"Whatever you have to say to Elsie you can say it to me." Her mother says.

All at once Fiona falls to her knees and bows her head.

"Oh lord, what is this about?" Helen gripes.

Fiona ignores her mother. "Forgive me Elsie. Please forgive me. I didn't mean to hurt you. I swear to you I didn't."

Helen sits up with sudden concern. Elsie just seemed stunned.

"Hurt Elsie? What are you talking about Fiona? Did you hurt Elsie?"

"Mom..." El says in a low voice. "...be quiet." The younger sister sits there for a time, trembling with barely contained emotions. She gets up and stands over her her kneeling sister. "I'll be in my room if you want to talk." Without another word Elsie walks by Fiona and out of the kitchen.

"What is going on with you?" Helen asks. "You hurt Elsie? You're fighting with Jesse? What is happening around here?"

Fiona sighs and gets up to her feet. Looking at her mother she says. "You have no idea. You taught us real good how to keep secrets Mom. Aren't you proud?" She spins on her heel and hurries to go talk to her little sister.

"Fiona!" Helen calls after her, but there is no response.

When Fiona gets upstairs she sees Elsie's door open and she heads straight for it. She finds her little sister standing in the middle of her messy room waiting.

"Close the door." Elsie says, **** back her tears.

Fiona does so. "El..."

As she starts to turn back toward Fiona is hit with a big hug from her little sister. Elsie buries her face in Fiona's chest and sobs into her cotton t shirt.

"What took you so long!?" Elsie weeps.

Fiona puts her arms around Elsie and hugs her tight, hugs her like she hadn't been able to for years now.

El looks up through tear filled eyes. "I can forgive for the act, as terrible as it was. But what I can't forgive..." She sobs. "...you took my big sister away from me. You pulled yourself away from me. I needed you Fiona. I needed your strength...and...y-you weren't there for me."

Fiona pulls her in for another long hard hug. "I'm so sorry sweetie. I'm so, so sorry."

An hour passes and then another of the Bailey sisters hugging, crying, talking, soul searching, and healing. Nothing could erase what Fiona had done to her little sister, but a new beginning was set into motion and both of them were happier than they had been in a long time.

Eventually Elsie addresses the second elephant in the room. "What's going on with you and Jesse?"

They were sitting on Elsie's bed facing each other. Fiona takes her sisters hands and holds them. Her voice is gentle as she starts what she knew might be a contentious issue. "Jesse finally called me on my bullshit. He...he stood up to me. He says he is going to take me tonight, and I plan on giving myself to him."

El falls silent as she turns this information over in her head.

Fiona leans in. "El, I know how you feel about Jesse." Elsie looks up into her sister's eyes. Fiona continues. "El...I didn't start this. He came to me. He's doing this to help me."

Elsie nods her head. "I waited too long. God damn it, I waited too long."

"I'm so sorry."

"No, it's my own fault. What do you mean help you?"

Fiona takes in a deep breath through her nose, gathers herself, and then confesses everything to the little sister. Her nightlife, her profession, the blackmailing, Jesse's idea to help, everything. Elsie sits and listens calmly, keeping Fiona's hands firmly gripped the whole time.

When she was done she looks to El. "Well...what do you think?"

El sighs. "Wow. I'm...I'm not sure what to say."

"Say that you'll help me?"

"Help you? Me?" El raises her eyebrows. "What can I do?"

Fiona moves closer. "Help me...be like you. I'm no good to Jesse right now. I'm too hard, too selfish, too willful."

"Are you calling me weak willed?"

"No!" Fiona turns away and buries her face in her hands. "I don't know how to be soft. How am I supposed to submit to him? Why would he want a sub like me? I wouldn't. I'd take one look at me and toss me out of my dungeon. I'm not even sure he can do it anyway."

El sidles up beside Fiona and puts an arm around her. "You sell him short. You said this was his idea?"

"Yeah."

El chuckles. "Then he wants to do it. I don't think you realize what a crush Jesse's had on you all these years. Tonight will be a dream come true for him."

"But..."

"But nothing." El shakes her. "Okay, you want to be softer. You want to be submissive. It's easy."

"I know HOW to be submissive. I know the techniques. But..." Fiona's voice trails off.

"You actually want to BE submissive for him."

Fiona nods. "I really want...to know what it feels like. I want Jesse...I need Jesse..."

"You need a hero?"

Fiona nods again. "You and Jesse are the only things that keep me going sometimes, and you guys barely talk to me. It is exhausting. I'm lonely El. People worship me but...they don't really know me. I just want to rest. I just need someone else to carry me for a little. I need someone to tell me if I've been good or bad. I need someone to slap me down or pick me up when it is necessary." She grips her hands hard together. "I want to be a good **** for Jesse. I want him to be happy with me. I want to know what it feels like to truly give myself to someone I love."

Elsie rubs Fiona's shoulder. "I don't think you need any advice. Sounds like your heart is in the right place already."

"Elsie..."

"Listen. Do you trust Jesse? I mean really trust him?"

Fiona's shoulders slump. "Yes, I actually do. Even after all I've done and said to him...I think he'd still do anything for me. I know he would."

"I agree. He's a hell of a man when he wants to be." El turns Fiona to look her in the eyes. "You're worried about disappointing him. You're worried about him seeing you as weak. Stop it. We're all grown up now Fiona. We don't need you being...Dad...for us anymore. If you trust Jesse you have to believe that he will never think less of you. You can be soft, he will still love you and so will I."

"I know."

"You want to make him happy?"

"Yes."

"Are you willing to obey him?"

Fiona lets out an exasperated breath. "Jesse has a good heart but..."

"Stop! No buts." El says. "You are right, Jesse does have a good heart. Let me ask it a different way. Does Jesse deserve your obedience?"

"If anyone does it is him."

"Yes or no."

"Yes."

"Do you trust him to respect your boundaries?"

"Of course."

"If you submit to him, truly submit, what is the worst thing you think might happen?"

Fiona is quiet for a long time as she ponders that question. "I'm scared...that I might...like it."

El laughs softly. "So the worst possible scenario is that you give yourself to Jesse and you like it?"

"I'm a Domme El!"

"Are you? You're certainly good at it...but are you really?"

"Of course I..."

"You weren't just being strong for Daddy all this time? Have you truly been the master? Has Daddy? Who do you work for Fiona?"

"I...I..."

"Fiona you are a bitch and a bully, but are you truly a Domme?" El gives her sister a long deep gaze. "Imagine if you DO like it? Imagine if you DO make Jesse happy? Imagine a real living breathing Master who can touch you and caress you and punish you and fuck you and love you. Wouldn't that be...wonderful? What is this job of yours compared to that?"

"El...!"

"Come here." El pulls Fiona into another hug just as her older sister breaks down.

The weeping, the soothing, the talking and the healing starts all over again. This time however it is Fiona leaning on El for support. By the time they are done the sisters fresh bond had been strengthened even more, shared pain forging their relationship anew.

"Shit!" Fiona swears. "Jesse might have beaten me up...but you really did a number on me! Damn you two are rough!"

El giggles. "We learned from the best."

They hug one more time. "El."

"Yeah?"

"Will...you help me get ready? For tonight? Will help me...with my language....with my manners...will you help me to look pretty for him?" Already Fiona's normally firm voice was softening. "I'd like to look good for my...my...Master."

"You already do." El smiles warmly. "But yes, of course I will! Jesse won't know what hit him."