Surrender

Your Daddy is right. You've never seen anything to the end in your entire life. Better to give in now and just get it over with.

"I...suh...I suh...I SURRENDER!"

Daddy floods your flaming guts with cooling creamy cum the moment you scream the words. The resulting sissygasm doesn't come as a relief however. It wracks through you like sobs, each spasm reminding you what you traded for mere moments of release, their sweetness turned bitter on the tongue because you wouldn't wait for them to ripen.

"Hmmph. Well at least I have the satisfaction of being right. And I'll get the satisfaction of selling you at a loss to the lowest bidder in the worst trailer park, discount dungeon, or third world brothel I can find." You lay shaking on the floor, the endorphins from your fleeting fit of euphoria already flooded out of your system by shame, regret, and stark primal fear.

"Please! Master, I beg of you! Please don't! This is my fault, punish me instead!" Your Mommy was apparently monitoring your progress, and failure, because she is flung at your Daddy's feet begging for mercy.

"I plan on punishing you. Your only job is to look pretty, fuck good, keep house, and raise me either a quality sissy daughter or at least a passable bang maid. This Bitch is too lazy and weak willed even for that." You wish you could speak up for yourself, but you are far too terrified and his words ring far too true.

"Then please, let me take on her punishment. It's my fault she's spoiled. Sell me off and give her another chance as your Bitch Maid! You'll get a better price for me and you can always sell her off if she doesn't do a good job." Your Daddy weighs his options and you feel the dread of either decision. Either way, you never see Mommy again, but better to serve in Heaven than serve in Hell...