Your buddy

“Um… delivery for Helen?” Seth said standing mouth agape at the door. Shit! Seth was a friend from school, a nerdy kid you remember mentioning starting dashing for extra money. He stood staring at you, already shorter but more so with your heels, wearing a weeb anime shirt and jeans, his shaggy blonde hair and large thick glasses not helping the nerd look.

“Oh! Thank you.” You say in a higher pitch voice, hoping he doesn’t notice your obvious pink cage or, worse yet, recognize you through the makeup and bondage. You awkwardly twist to grab the two cold drinks in each hand, biting your lip as the devices trigger unexpectedly.

As you straighten back up to close the door, he stammers “hey? Um… could I have your number?” You turn to look back, glad he didn’t recognize you but blushing akward at the situation.

Shit, how do you respond??? Thankfully you are saved by a voice yelling from inside “stop flirting slut, bring breakfast to the kitchen.”

“I’m sorry, Mistress needs me!” You use as an excuse, knowing that answer might just fascinate him more but atleast getting you out of this. You close the door with your foot, hoping he wasn’t sneaking a photo with his phone as you did before going to the kitchen.

Sitting at the kitchen table was your mistress, dressed in a white button down blouse, black skirt, and heels. She looks absolutely incredible, enough you forget the embarrassment from the door and bring the drinks over. “Thank you sissy. Put them on the table, then you may wait behind my left shoulder. This is where I expect you to wait when I finish a task, if you cannot I will direct you.”

You obey, letting out a slight moan when you put the drinks down due to the sudden vibes. Even when you expect them, their power cannot be prepared for. She smiles, scrolling through her phone and not looking diectly at you as she sips her drink through a straw. Even now she is training, having you wait at her discretion, ready and willing for her needs at her pace, not yours. Only when she finishes her drink does she put it down, and looks up at you. “You are being so good sissy. I am proud of you! Now, I ordered you a very special protein drink, I’m sure you’ll learn to love its effects.” She stands up from her chair, holding your drink with a straw, wrapping herself around your sissified bound form from behind and orders you to suck.

You obey, sucking the pink liquid. It’s fruity and alittle chalky, but you don’t taste anything to strange. Your Mistress’s free hand roams your body, reaching your dripping cage she scoops up some, saying “you’ve been so good, yet the little sissy still makes a mess. Clean yourself up!” She pulls your drink away, replacing the straw in your lips with her precum covered fingers. You suck them clean before she brings your drink back. “Very good. Drink it all up so you can be a big girl!”

After serving you your breakfast, Helen tells you your main task for the rest of the morning. “I want you productive but learning where things are. So you’ll be dusting for now.” She giggles, already a gag with a duster extension in hand. She doesn’t wait to shove it in your waiting mouth, locking it in place and telling you to start upstairs and work your way down to the basement. She sends you off with a squeeze of your tight balls, saying she’ll be checking up on you.