On the outside looking in...

You got much more than you bargained for when you moved in with the Saints. You never expected your **** voyuerism would be a full-time punishment. Or that Mr. Saint would both allow Samantha to become his slutty sissy daughter and live in lover while simultaneously blaming you for it.

So while Samantha gets hormones, brand new outfits and lingerie, and busting new breast implants. You get pilfered pills, hand me downs, and a flat chest almost no one wants to cum over when they have slutty Samantha to titty fuck. It's not fair, but it's no use arguing. If you do, it's one more week in your chastity cage and then you can't even beat your pathetic little clitty while you watch Samantha sucking on her Daddy's tongue while bouncing on his lap.

You have learned the hard way that you have to scrounge for any scraps you can get and be grateful for them. You aren't allowed to wear Samantha's new clothes, so you are stuck with ratty hand me downs or boring boi clothes. You have to work ten times as hard to get a tenth of the bully cock that Samantha gets. She even bogards the nerd dicks just to keep you suffering. She has turned into a sadistic little exhibitionist and you are her favorite audience.

She especially delights in having her bully boyfriends hold you down and watch while they defile and **** her in ways that make your mouth water and clitty drool. She becomes extra performative and slutty, clearly getting off on torturing you while holding out a shred of hope that you might get to clean up afterwards or even join in.

That's her cruelest trick. Every so often, rarely and totally randomly she'll let you clean her entire body with her tongue and share it in a creamy kiss. If you do a good enough job and get her clitty hard again, she might even let you suck it clean or polish it with your needy cunt. Even more rarely, she'll let the bored third string studs fuck you while she savors the prime rib. You are grateful for ground chuck, but you know it's not offered out of kindness. As long as their is hope of release, the **** can continue forever. If you knew you'd never get to taste what you're missing out on, you'd give up completely and run away again. Hope is the cruelest trap of all.

You still don't know why she turned so sadistic. Samantha has always been shy, submissive, and easily suggestible. Did she become a switchy sissy sadist because that's what her Daddy wanted? Still, Mr. Saint seems to prefer a more demure, delicate sissy. Is she taking out the guilt of her sissy **** and promiscious love life out on you? Maybe, but she actually seems proud of her hedonistic harlotry and being Daddy's girl. Some times you wonder if she is doing this all for you?

She lets the mask slip from time to time, especially when she's really stoned or drunk. She'll say she's "bored" and then dress you up in a brand new Sailor Slut cosplay or only slightly used lingerie and she'll play with you all night. You live for those times. Hours spent kissing and stroking and writhing and grinding and sucking and fucking. It is tender and slow, then frenzied and passionate, or hard and heavenly hurty, but it always ends with tender, loving aftercare. Is this the real Samantha? If so, why **** you the rest of the time.

You'll never say, in case it ruins the magic, but you've started to suspect she makes you wait and writhe and whimper because she knows it is what a twisted little wimp like you secretly desires. Living in other peoples fantasies because you're too scared to take what you want. Getting off on not getting off and the heady humiliation being a sissy's cuck. Maybe she knows you better than you know yourself. Whatever the real reason, it doesn't matter. Samantha is the love of your life, and you've already agreed to room with her in college. You know you'll definitely get an eyeful in the dorms, and the communal showers, and in the back of the class...

Yes, you will spend the rest of your life as a sissy's long suffering, always watching and wanting, loving and loyal cuck. And you couldn't be more horribly happy...