MINE!

"My boy." Her small hand strokes your cheek.

"Your boy." You say back with a smile. Ohhhhh, this was touching some deep deep shit right now.

"MY boy." There was a possessiveness to her voice. A greediness. All for you.

"Your boy." You repeat.

"You're mine now brother."

"I'm yours." Your heart was in your throat as you say it. "I'm yours. I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours!"

"Shhhhh." She pets you lovingly. "Yes you are."

"I'm yours." You whisper again.

"You're my good boy?" She continues to pet you. "Are you my good boy Jesse?"

"I'm your good boy. Yes, yes, yes, yes." You whisper. You felt like the **** Fiona must have felt last night as she was bound and held by you. You felt like every care in the world had been lifted from your shoulders. Fiona had you now, she would look after you now. There was such a sense of peace and security enveloping you that it took your breath away.

You felt...invincible!

"Such a good boy. I love my good boy." She purrs, her fingers stroke tenderly along the edge of your ear before ending in a sharp pinch. She loves her good boy? Your heart was singing!

"I love you Fiona."

You are blinking tears from eyes. This was so crazy. This was your sister! But Allison never made you feel like this. No one had! Not even close. The more Fiona took the more you wanted to give.

"Look me in the eyes."

You look up into Fiona's smoldering gaze. It was...intense. You almost couldn't handle it. You almost wanted to look away. But you couldn't, she held your attention with a steel grip. She says nothing. She slowly sets her coffee down then grasps both sides of your head in her hands. Her white hot stare sears you down to your marrow.

Last night you saw Elsie's deepest inner demon. Shadowy and ice cold, like the dark side of the moon. Now you were witnessing Fiona's. A fiery scorching blindingly bright sun.

"The world will judge us. They'll try to keep us apart." Her words hit you like a ton of bricks. "They'll try to come between us brother. They'll try to stop us."

"Nooo!" You whimper.

Her energies were building. Her breathing was quickening. "They'll tell us we're wrong. We're wicked. That we are sinners!"

"Nooo!"

Fiona licks her ruby lips. "We are born into sin brother. Every one of us. Who are THEY to judge US?"

"I...I...don't..."

"I will break the world for you Jesse. Anything that gets between us...will be burned to the ground!" She growls...actually fucking growls! "I'll burn any mother fucker alive! You are mine now!"

Your sister was crazy. Nuts. Possibly dangerously insane. You understood now the fear she had expressed about the monster inside of her just the day before. With what she had done to her beloved little sister those years ago you knew what she was capable of...and yet...

"I love youuu!" You whine.

With a sudden burst of emotions she hisses, her eyes flare wider, her sharp nails claw your scalp, she bares her teeth, and she snarls. "MINE!"

"I'm yours!" You tremble before her. She was tiny, weak, a shadow of her previous physical stature. Yet in that moment you felt puny in comparison.

You can sense she's holding herself back. Little twitches of her lip and left eye speak of an incandescent torrent barely contained inside of her. Her nails press deeper into your scalp. She then shakes her head and snaps herself out of it. "Damn this weak body!" She hisses under her breath. "Damn my weakness!"

Leaning down she kisses you hard on the mouth. You can taste her coffee on her tongue. She bites your bottom lip as you part, not a playful nibble either but a real hard sharp bite!

"Ow!" You bring your fingers to lips to check for blood. You were fine.

"Stand up." She commands you. You do so unsteadily, rocked as you were by what was happening. She looks up at you, quite obviously admiring what she considered a very handsome face. She takes a few long calming breaths as she strokes and admires your chest and shoulders and arms. Just the sight of you seeming to quell the inferno threatening to consume her. She kisses you again with a passion other women could only dream of.

"Mmmmmmm!" You moan softly.

Then she says. "Kneel."

"But I just stood up."

"Kneel!" She says in firm steady voice. You hurry to do so. "You hesitated."

"Um...er..."

"You hesitated!" She snaps again.

"I'm...sorry?"

"Excuse me?" Fiona's face hardens, her incredible dominant charisma makes her seem two feet taller.

"I'm sorry." You say more sincerely.

"Better." She smiles. Fuck she was beautiful! A bad haircut, men's clothes that didn't fit, no make up...and yet, so naturally beautiful. "I love you brother, but don't test my patience."

"Sorry...um...Mistre..."

She places her fingers over your lips. "Not yet. Not while I am like this. I am weak, emotional, pathetic. I am no Goddess right now."

So she says, but to you she was immortal.

"Stand up." You do so. "Kneel." You do so. "On your stomach." You get right down onto the floor, belly down, prostrate before her. "Roll over." Like a well trained puppy you do as she said. This was fun. You look up at her. She seemed a mile tall from way down here. Her smooth shapely perfect legs seemed to stretch on forever. You could also get a little peek in through the legs of her loose shorts to see her tiny cock and balls. Hands on her hips she gazes down at you, soaking up her dominant position over you like a sponge. "Look at you down there. Like a lowly filthy worm."

"Or a...sssssnake." You quip.

This causes her to break. She bites her lips to hold in a laugh and just a hint of an embarrassed blush colors her cheeks before she quickly snaps back to her resting bitch face. The mood had lightened significantly and there was air of playfulness in the room now. You are smiling like a fool.

"Or a snake." She nods. Her face was serious but her eyes sparkled with humor. Those same happy eyes look up and down your body laid out before her. You felt so fucking sexy when she looked at you like that. Her eyebrow raises when her gaze reaches your groin. "You're hard."

"No I'm..." Holy shit, you were! Looking down you see your undies had popped a tent. When did that happen? "Um."

"You're getting off on this?"

"Um...."

"Don't um, answer me." She insists.

"Yes?"

"What?"

"Yes!" You say more emphatically.

"And what, exactly, do you expect me to do with...that." She motions toward your boner. "Hmmmm?"

"Um..." You hesitate. "UUFFFF!"

Unexpectedly Fiona kicks off a flip-flop then stomps down on your chest with her bare foot, knocking the air from your lungs. She digs her heel into your pec. Fiona was not gentle! She seemed to have a sense of just how rough she could be with actually injuring you, but she was not gentle at all. You couldn't imagine what she'd be like if she got restored to her full glory. Your cock gets even harder.

"Um?" She leers down at you.

"Sorry!" You grimace, then you suggest optimistically. "Maybe we could fuck around some more?"

"You little shit. How can you think about sex at a time like this?"

You smile up submissively and say in a small voice. "I think about sex a lot."

Her face was stern but you could tell she was very much enjoying this. She grinds her heel into your chest, masterfully finding the precise spot that would elicit the most pain.

"Unghhh!" You grunt.

"I suppose you want me to touch it."

"Yes?"

She chuckles cruelly. "No!"

"No?"

"NO!"

Next she steps right up onto you! Balancing her weight on one foot as she flicks off her other sandal she then stomps down with her other foot. Standing fully on your chest she continues to look down on you as if you were a bug. You grunt and cringe as she shifts her weight this way and that. Literally standing on you like a doormat.

She bring her right foot to your face and pushes down. Not hard, but enough to really feel it. You nose bends to the side under her toes and your lips are mashed beneath the pads of her foot. Her foot smelled like rose petals to your love struck senses.

Without hesitation you begin lavishing her foot with wet sucking kisses. Her pleased smile was like shot of pure joy in your subby heart.

"Good boy!"

***

Grim here:

Oh boy oh boy, Subby Jesse is back! I love this version of our hapless MC. I am torn on what direction to take him going forward. On the one hand Fiona enjoys a well groomed young man on her arm. He could be a handsome submissive man that demonstrates her power and refined tastes. On the other hand she also adores Jesse's natural, though stifled, femininity. He could be a beautiful effeminate pretty boy to show off like a precious jewel (and perhaps bear her offspring). I don't want a wishy-washy middle ground on this thread. Either a handsome man or a pretty femboy. I don't think our boy will be cross dressing either way, can't say for sure though. I may even have Jesse get some modifications at Peg's lab just to emphasize the decision, again can't say for sure.

I'd like to see what you guys think. Would you prefer a "Dapper Jesse" or a "Pretty Jesse" going forward?

Let me know: https://strawpoll.com/pzga16dy

This isn't a vote but a poll. Just curious of where you guys are at.

Also, while I am here, I'd just like to again thank my incredible Patrons from the bottom of my heart. You guys are awesome and your support motivates me every single day.

Okay, I'll stop blathering on. Take care all.