Or servile prodigy?

Jesse had been on his knees and under tension too long. Talked over and about by these two characters who made even the normal echelon of privileged and domineering rich folk seem approachable. All this talk of ‘product lines’ and ‘voices in the Homes’ would have been unsettling enough… even if you weren’t acutely aware that you were the ‘product’ they were speaking about. Everyone knew that the big corporations effectively owned the kids who were raised in their buildings, fed from their automated farms and sent to work in their offices. Everyone knew that the algorithm was always experimenting, just a little, with how it shaped the way you grew up and learned your place. But to be here, in the very home of one of those big players. Listening to them single you out and turn you over like some momentarily fascinating defect that had fallen off the conveyer belt… It made the sissy shiver from head to toe with goosepimples. They didn’t even care that he was overhearing them discuss subtle espionage and ways they might gain some ever-so-slim advantage over their competition. He was too small to matter. He was a toy. Pinned between two people who owned the whole factory.

“Ummm…” He heard himself squeak… before he could get anywhere close to stopping himself. As two surprised and interested pairs of eyes locked on to him in morbid curiosity over what he could possibly have to say that would dare him to interrupt. It wasn’t a surge of self-confidence that did it, certainly… The effeminate boy immediately wished he could just dissolve into the floorboards. Yet the damage had already been done. He had to say something.

“C-can I g-go… and f-find Suzy… maybe?”

The Lady before him smiled… apologetically, but condescendingly. Her voice taking up very much the tone of one talking to a pretty, but empty-headed little plaything.

“Well… no, cutey. We were playing a game… and you got caught... So you have to accept what comes of that! Else what’s the point?”

She fluttered her long eyelashes, as if indicating that this was just another dainty life-lesson that they were trying to impart upon their cornered, young slut. Because it was important that he learned it.

“Besides…” Came the deeper rumble of Suzy’s Daddy. “I don’t think that sweet child of mine will be much use to you at the moment… Last we saw, my brother’s hounds were taking a little **** on her for all those new, red stripes she’d given them across their rears.”

He paused for a second, but then seemed to feel he needed to justify this further: "I don’t normally let the animals use such an expensive chewtoy… But on special occasions it’s good to let her know that a whip is to be used responsibly. Suzy’s been rather full of herself this week… I think me letting her buy you got her far too overexcited.”

Jesse looked downtrodden. Imagining his friend being cornered and set upon somewhere by those two animalistic blondes. He’d been unable not to note the penis that one of them carried. It was really quite large. Not that he thought that would bother Suzy much… The other sissy was so much more practiced at all this...

Something clicked inside the kneeling femboy. His embarrassment and indignation at being placed on such a pedestal and yet told how far behind he was all the time came rushing back. If he was such an especially special fucktoy… Why did he keep needing to be rescued and looked after and patronised all the time? Betsy and George and now Suzy and all his friends in class… All of them would bend over backwards to look after his precious little ass and feelings! Another sissy who he had only just met, really… had given up so, so much just so he could lose his virginity in the kindest way possible. While him and most of the other trainee slutwives had presumably just had theirs taken, months ago… by the natural order of things! Why did they all think he was so special?! So delicate and frail and pretty and pathetic?! If he was going to be used as nothing but a set of warm holes for the rest of his life, didn’t he need to start standing on his own two feet for that?!

...The sissy felt wretched for being such a damsel and a burden. He had never imagined that that would be the effect he had on those around him. Those he loved. He just didn’t see what everyone else saw in him… But, if he was ever going to live up to the sacrifices they’d made…

The words came to his brightly-painted lips easily. Because of course they would. They were the words of a slutwife:

“In that case... Errm... Sir and Ma’am… How may I service you?”