Between vice and fire

“So you’re another of dearest Vicky’s newest pupils, are you?” The woman looked down upon Jesse from above the towering pinnacles of her magnificent, nyloned legs. He had been promoted to his knees before her by just the lightest placement of Suzy’s Daddy’s hands upon his shoulders. But, to be quite honest… his innermost instincts would likely have dropped him grovelling down before such a creature, anyway. Slowly, he was realising that some people just seemed to exude an invisible aura of power over submissive sluts like him. That they didn’t need to ask or pay for his devoted obedience… they simply never even questioned that he would offer it up. Both these figures standing over him had it… and he was now trapped between them in a locked, shadowy room. The mere pressure of their presences making his leaden limbs tremble.

“Umm… Vicky?” He offered, hearing the squeaking timidity in his own voice, but also the absolute need to give an answer when directly questioned.

“Oh, of course… she would just be ‘Madam’ to you... Victoria Stanfield was one of my seniors back in school, you know. Who do you think recommended Graham here send his delightful little toy along? I know a plaything with potential when I see one.”

She leaned forward and tucked the end of her smoking stick under the sissy’s chin. Making him tilt it upwards, and then left and right for her to better peruse his face. The heat from it’s glowing tip came very close to the skin of his throat, and the trailing braids of his hair… but never quite touched either. The precise and steady movements of her long, slender fingers gave Jesse the impression that she could wield that thing like a surgeon did a scalpel… and the only way she would ever burn him with it; would be if she wanted to…

“And you’re especially special… aren’t you? There’s something there that everyone can see, but no-one Can. Quite. Put.. a finger on...”

She spoke those last few words in staggered accentuation, tapping that stick either side of Jesse’s face with each carefully timed beat… until at last gently bouncing its still lit end against his nose. The sissy flinched back afterwards, just on instinct… but quickly realised it hadn’t hurt. All she had done was leave a little, black smudge of soot upon the end of his nose. He wrinkled it curiously at what trick she had pulled to achieve that… but she had moved her attention on to the man that held him, speaking over his head to one whose opinion actually mattered.

“A fluke, do you think… or a trial of something new? If this is the start of a new line of product we shall have to move fast and secure some…”

Suzy’s Daddy stroked his chin thoughtfully, but then shook his head. Squeezing the shoulder of Jesse’s he still held, quite tightly. As if testing the tenderness of his meat.

“Hmm… I haven’t heard anything from our voices in the Homes. Each and every generation gets a little more docile, generally. We know this. Do you really think there’s such a difference in this one? It seems to be lagging far behind mine in training, if you ask me…”

Jesse blanched a little in embarrassment at this assessment. Somehow, being considered a lesser fucktoy out loud stung right to the heart of him… Even if it was by a man who scared his bones cold. In finally losing his virginity, he felt he had achieved something. Earned some pride as a plaything… Or perhaps just could not bare the thought of falling short of anyone’s expectations.

Lady Francine just chuckled though, leaning back in her chair. “That’s because you fail to discern obedience from submissive quality. You want everyone to leap at your command without a second thought… missing out on all the fun that comes when a little bottom goes looking for a smack! Which is, of course… why you come to me for opinions. Is it not?”

The owner of the house smiled and nodded. A polite and agreeing expression that nonetheless never seemed to reach his eyes.

“That is true, my dear Lady… I relent… I shall do a little digging and see if anything comes up in the records. Ask our good friend the doctor. Perhaps it is just a new mix of hormones… You know how the algorithm does like to play with its chemistry set.”