Yank the chain bringing us

He gives the chain a harsh tug, pulling us both towards him. My mother stumbles, the larger plug causing her to wince with each step she takes. I can see the pain etched on her face, but she doesn't say a word. She knows better than to protest.

Once inside, he sits on the edge of the bed, the chains between us tightening as we stand before him. He runs his hand along the metal links, his eyes never leaving ours. "You're going to love this," he says, his voice a dark promise. "This is just the beginning of your transformation."

He pulls out a tray filled with makeup and a set of lingerie. The delicate fabrics look out of place in the stark hotel room, a stark contrast to the depravity that's unfolding before us. "Put these on," he says, tossing the garments at my feet. "And make sure you look pretty for Daddy."

I look at the feminine product and outfit. I was finally going to be dressed up like a true sissy in front of my mother. The humiliation washed over me like a tidal wave, but the fear of disobeying him kept me from resisting.