Miss Elsie

Like a well trained dog you follow Fiona down the stairs. At the base you see your little sister waiting for you, you could hear the other talking in the kitchen. The side of Elsie's mouth curls up into a grin as she sees you. She did not seem surprised in the slightest however to see you like you were. In fact, she seemed to be waiting there for you.

Fiona brings you down to ground level and looks down at her sister. She towered over her younger sister with her new powerful body.

Elsie looks back up with a cute confidently cocked eyebrow. There was a whole new confidence about Elsie now. She was not in the least intimidated around Fiona anymore and their body language displayed a new friendliness that the sisters had never had before. The way your Mistress looked at El was also something new. It was a look you'd only ever seen her give Peggy before. Your Goddess actually looked at Elsie like an equal!

"Congratulations." Elsie says to her sister. "He's a fine looking ****."

Fiona nods slowly to accept the compliment. "He is my precious one."

Damn that felt good.

Elsie says. "I wish you would have let me work on him first. I could have made him beautiful for you."

"All in good time."

"I can shave him tomorrow if you would like." She waves at your pubes and body hair. Ohhhh, this was all so exciting!

"Sure, why not." Fiona says. "I'd like that."

"The collar fits nicely and the leash is a good match."

"Thank you for helping him choose it." Fiona says, referring to the leash.

Elsie nods. She then looks you up and down in a way you had never seen before. Looking at you purely on the surface. Just taking in your body on a physical level. Your dick swells even more.

El then hits you from out of the blue. "Heh! He's so fucking small. I always forget how tiny he is."

You were shocked! Elsie never said hurtful things, especially not to you! Why had she said that? Her eyes dart up to yours. She studied your reaction carefully, her dark eyes twinkling with impish delight. Your belittled member twitches in response.

"Yes." Fiona replies bluntly. "You don't like it?"

"I didn't say that." El smirks. "Still..." She lets whatever she was going to say hang in the air unspoken.

"He's just a boy." Fiona says. "But he's my boy."

"He's lovely." El assures her sister. She continues to look you over like one might a new car. At no point does she approach you or reach out to touch you. She respected that she was looking at another woman's property. "Did he like the kennel? A good size?" El returns her attention to her sister. Wait...was the kennel El's idea!?

"I don't know. He didn't say." Fiona replies. "I think so. Thank you Elsie."

"You're welcome Fiona."

You clear your throat. "Uhm...I liked it."

Elsie's deep dark gaze glares at you. "I didn't ask you, boy."

You are dumbstruck.

"Your betters are speaking. When women are talking boys keep their mouth holes shut, unless spoken to." Elsie says in that honey sweet voice of hers. Mouth hole!? She continues. "Your face pussy is for fucking, not talking."

FACE PUSSY!!?? Was this for real!? Sweet, wholesome, kind Elsie talking like this? Had that virus had aftereffects?

"HUH!?" You gawp.

Fiona sighs and shakes her head with disappointment. "I am so sorry Elsie. He's still new. Apologize to her ****. Now!"

"I...uh..." You stammer.

Fiona's withering glare turns to you as well and she hisses. "You are embarrassing me!"

"I'm-I'm s-sorry. Sorry Elsie." Your exposed wang could cut glass and both of them could see it.

"Did you just call me Elsie?" El's anger only grows. "You think we are on a first name basis? Do you think we are equals? Do you see a collar on me, boy?"

Fiona stiffens up. "Forgive him, he is still learning his place. He will be disciplined for his rude behavior."

"I should hope so." Elsie shakes her head in disgust at the severe breach of etiquette.

You felt like you had stepped into some mirror universe. You stood there baffled as to what to say.

Elsie throws you a bone. "You will address me as Miss Elsie. Princess is also acceptable."

There is a moment of stunned silence before Fiona prods you. "You may speak to her."

You bow your head. "Um... Yes Miss Elsie. I am sorry for my behavior Miss Elsie."

Elsie couldn't hold in her giggle any longer. She covers her face and titters, breaking character in the process. You realize this little scene was a bit of theater arranged between your sisters. Elsie quickly regathers herself and straightens up again.

"He's hard." She states the obvious. "He likes us talking about him."

Fiona nods. "He's a vain boy. The pretty ones always are."

"Huh." El replies. Openly staring straight at your penis she then scoffs. "I can't believe he's a Bailey. Pff. Runt of the litter."

She slowly looks up. There is a moment where the pair of you look eye to eye, though your chin is dipped down submissively and hers is held up proudly. That powerful connection the pair of you shared comes together. In those dark pools you still see your little sister Elsie. Your best friend and confidant was still there. But she wanted to play too. And she wanted you to be happy in whatever way you wanted to find that happiness, more so, she wanted to be a part of it. God you loved her!

Elsie continues to watch you, making sure what she was saying was okay. Fiona is quiet as the pair of you have this moment. Finally you smile a demure smile and lower your eyes to tell her that all was well. You watch her body relax.

Fiona reaches out to lightly grip both her siblings shoulders. There is a quiet moment as the three of you stand there. United like never before.

Your mother's voice rings out from the kitchen. "Come on kids! The pizza is getting cold!"

Fiona spins you toward the kitchen and lets go of your leash. Smack! She swats your bare ass with her hand. "Go get me plate. Don't serve yourself until after everyone else has theirs."

You squeak and hop at the sharp spank. "Yes Mistress!" You take off down the hall to follow your orders with your leash trailing behind you.

Glancing back over your shoulder you see your sisters slip an arm around each each other, Fiona's around El's shoulders and the much smaller Elsie's around Fiona's hips. Both of them are smiling as they watch you go. It made you so fucking happy. Had you known that all it would have taken is you getting stabbed to bring them together like this you would have gladly done it years ago.

With a little skip to your step you hurry on to get your Mistress her pizza.

(Mini-spoiler. El is only like this while the collar is on Jesse. Fear not, sweet Elsie is still around.)