A Morning Gift

You don't so much fall asleep as pass out. You were exhausted. Your lights go out in Fiona's strong arms as she is whispering her love for you into your ear. That night you do not dream, but the radiant happiness that had seeped into every cell in your body carries you right through until morning.

Three things hit you as you surface to the morning light streaming in from around the curtains. First was that you were still in your sister's arms. Your cheek lay on her shoulder with her close arm around your waist and her far arm resting over yours that lay across her stomach. Her face is nuzzled into your hair. The second realization was that your collar was off. As you crack your eyes you could see it sitting on the bed stand across from you. The third and most immediate awareness was...the smell! Dear lord, it smelled like the crotch of a hooker's panties in here! Both you and your sister are smeared and coated with sweat, pussy juice, and cum. The blankets beneath you were crusty and gross.

You let out a contented sigh and close your eyes once more. You just lay there. Feeling your lover's chest rise and fall. Listening to Fiona's deep calm breathing. Enjoying the humid warmth you shared between your icky sticky bodies. Your balls ached and your pussy was battered and sore. Your back was scratched and the you could still feel the bites on your neck. And your incisions pinched a bit. Yet you truly...truly...could not be happier. You felt so alive! You might have life growing in you now, this very moment there may be another Bailey just starting it's journey inside of you. Before Fiona you had always felt lost and aimless. All of that uncertainty was gone now. You knew your purpose. You knew you place. You'd found your joy. Were there new challenges and new unknowns? Of course. But there was an undeniable feeling that at least one piece of your jumbled identity had clicked firmly and comfortably into place.

Another happy sigh. Fiona's warm firm body and soft skin felt so good against you. You loved how her new larger and stronger frame allowed her hold you so dominantly. Her hair was messy and her lipstick smudged and streaked across her cheek but to you she was a vision of perfection.

You lie there for around forty five minutes before you feel your Goddess stir.

"Good morning Mistress." You whisper, then follow it up with a little peck to her shoulder.

"Mmmmrrrmmmmm." Fiona groans. Without even opening her eyes she turns and squeezes you in a big hug. "Mornin lover." She mumbles still half asleep. She kisses you. "How you feelin baby?"

"I'm a happy boy."

"He, good. I'm a happy Mistress."

You gaze up at her. "Your happiness is my life."

"He he he. You know just what to say. Little sweet talker." She grips your shoulder.

The pair of you lie there just cuddling for a time. Fiona with her eyes closed and you ogling her beauty.

"Mistress."

"Mmm?"

"I felt...very fertile last night."

"Oh?" She smiles. "You know what that feels like do you?"

"No, kinda, I don't know." You pull closer, though you really couldn't get any tighter against her. "It's just a feeling."

"You are something else brother. You aren't afraid at all are you? Having a kid inside of you, that doesn't weird you out?"

"No Mistress, I'm your breeding boy." Afraid? Not even in the slightest.

"Hmm, well...it's gonna get interesting. That's for sure."

"Yes." You admit. "We should go see Peg soon. She said she could help."

"Mmm." Fiona hums in agreement. "Sooner the better. Needless to say you don't touch **** or any of that shit. Our girls will be healthy girls. Strong, smart, powerful girls."

"Ohhhh...yes Mistress!" You were getting wet again with all this talk of children.

"Good boy."

You nuzzle into her and hug her tight. "Mistress?"

"Hm?"

"Why...why'd you take my collar off?"

She strokes your back, sensing your anxiety. "Shhh, I know. Don't worry, you're still mine."

"Can...um...could you put it back on please? I feel...naked. Exposed." You take a moment to control your breathing. "I don't like it."

Fiona finally blinks her eyes opens and rubs them before looking at you. "No ****, you cannot wear it all the time. It will start to chafe that lovely neck of yours."

"Oh." You reply dejectedly.

She chuckles and lets you go. "Sit up."

You do so.

"Taking a pretty boy is going to be a bother, I can already tell. So needy." Fiona gripes, though you could tell there was good humor in her voice.

"I won't be a bother." You slump. "I'll be a good boy. I'll be no trouble at all."

"Yes you will." She shoots back. Fiona sits tall and luxuriates in a long hard stretch. You admire her lean but powerful body as she does so. Rubbing her eyes again she turns and opens the drawer of her nightstand. Taking out a square flat jewelry box she turns back to you. Your eyes are locked on the box.

"What's that!?"

Fiona hides a smile but doesn't answer. She hands it to you. "Open it."

"Yes Mistress." You say excitedly as you take black box from her hands. You glance at her once more before looking back down. You open it up. Inside was a gleaming silver chainmail chain with a silver O ring in the center. It was a necklace of sorts. The most beautiful necklace you had ever seen!

You gasp in awe and look back up to your Mistress.

Fiona was trying hard to act like this was no big deal but you could see in her eyes she was loving this. "It's your day collar." She informs you. "As much as I'd like to, I can't take you out in your main collar."

"Ohhh!" You had tears in your eyes as you look back down at it. "It's so...so beautiful." You couldn't find the words.

"Elsie said you like silver."

"I do! I do! Ohhhh Goddess, this is too much! I don't deserve this!"

"Of course you don't, ****. You wear it because I want to see you in it. This has nothing to do with you."

She was so full of shit. You knew she got this because it would be comfortable and it would make you happy. You bow your head. "Thank you Mistress."

"You are welcome." She reaches forward and takes the chain from the box. She holds it up so that you could look at it. There was no way it could fit over your head and there was no clasp, the ring itself was designed as the connector of the silver loop. She opens the necklace, and you could see it took some strength to do so, then takes it over your head and brings it down around the back of your neck. She brings it around and clips it closed again with a loud snap. That wasn't going to come off easily. It didn't fit tight around the neck but there was only an inch or two slack in it. It was a collar just as much as your leather one, just this one was elegant and refined.

She sits back and watches you. You bring a hand up to lay it over the ring and the collar. It was a symbol of your submission, a physical manifestation of your bondage, and you adored it. You trace a finger around its cool metallic shape. You feel the slender but sturdy chainmail that ran around your neck. You grip the ring tight and hold it. A wedding ring seemed a petty thing compared to this treasure.

"I love it." You whisper. "I love it so much! Thank you!"

Your sister. All she did is give. She gave you love. She gave you a master, which you so desperately needed. She gave you pains and pleasures of the flesh you only dreamed of. She gave you a baby for your awoken womb, hopefully. She gave you purpose. Now she had given you this precious artifact. How could you possibly repay it all? How could you be this blessed? All you could do is give her your heart and soul and pray it was enough.

Her eyes were alive with love and joy though her voice is right down to business. "Only I take your collars on and off, or you if I command it."

"Yes Mistress." You keep holding it and feeling it and fondling it.

"The others may borrow you and play with you, but you are always mine."

"Yes Mistress."

She reaches down and gives your tush a sharp pinch. "Now come on. You fucking reek of boy cunt and jizz. Let's go clean up."

You smile, wipe the tears of joy from your eyes, and bow your head. "Yes Mistress."