The brush of soft fingers

"Wow." Said Jesse.

It was about all that could be said, when faced with Suzy's 'toy cupboard'. A cupboard which was more of a walk-in wardrobe… filled with every kind of sex toy you could possibly imagine. Beads, buttplugs and dildos of every shape and size. Vibrators and massagers. Fleshlights and onaholes. Giant teddy bears with worryingly-human additional anatomy. Fluffy handcuffs and bright pink paddles. Things to shove in places and clamp tight around others, set in shades of rainbow colours so they could be matched with any makeup or outfit.

Jesse had never even guessed that half such a treasure trove could be purchased… not to mention all be owned by one rich, little fucktoy. He had been so grateful for the one practice plug that he had been lent. Still slipping it in at night, secretly; when Betsy had fallen to snoring. The connection he had felt with Suzy's identical one had seemed so important… but seeing this… He now felt a bit silly for considering the other sissy might have felt anything of the same.

Still, his host was nothing if not willing to share all his limitless possessions with their guest. Suzy's make-up table was similarly overladen with a smorgasbord of brightly-shaded products. They set to work dusting Jesse's starkly beautiful features with all manner of lurid eyeshadows and sparkling lipsticks, then laughing at the clownish results and wiping it all off to try again. A student of Betsy's minimalist, frugal, don't waste too much at once school of artistry… the visiting femboy had never really had much chance to experiment with more outlandish and vibrant plumage. He let Suzy plat green and purple ribbons into his long, brown hair and paint tribal-pattern stripes upon his cheeks. The careful, intimate attention that make-up brushes and nimble fingers played against each other's skin and scalps being a delight all unto itself.

Soon enough, they ended up kissing again. Making out thoroughly on top of Suzy's humongously wide bed. Jesse felt giddy with all the rushes of endorphins and dopamine he was getting, again and again and again. Seeing into the life of this pretty boy he felt such a connection to… yet seemed so far below from. And still under it all stayed that nagging feeling of doubt and betrayal. Fears over who these guests were: arriving below and moving unseen among the labyrinthine bowels of the house. Something had been planned and plotted for him here, with this beautiful creature left as bait. He had walked right into it because he had ****. Because the collar around his neck was filled with lightning and laws, from which he could not escape.

Except… as he shoved his tongue into Suzy's mouth as eagerly as the other sissy returned suit. Some part of him knew that he had been willing to come anyway. That his heart was racing excitedly through all manner of twisted, little fantasies over what they might want to do to him. That some small ache inside of him was saying: enough is enough. No more teasing. His whole reason for being… was to be someone else's fuckhole.