With secrets to keep

Jesse stood swaying on the maglev in Fran’s old uniform… and felt the world click back into place. A subtle buzz from the collar around his neck letting him know that the falsified information feed had dropped off, and live recording had now resumed. A small torrent of missed private messages, photo purchases and bookings for the week ahead promptly following. There would be a lot to catch up on: A good slutwife would never leave an unsolicited dick pic un-emoji’d, nor fail to reply to a flirtatious message with something equally teasing.

The sissy felt the accustomed presence of a larger body coming up behind him, reaching down to grab a handful of ass-cheek and test the potential for more. He felt the appropriate greeting slip onto his tongue with practiced comfort: “Hello Sir or Ma’am, how may I service you?” It felt good to slip back into the shape of servile normality, away from all the turmoil of the night before.

The Dropouts had not wanted to let him leave. Convinced he would sell them out to School Security the first moment he could… and some even suggesting he should be used to keep Binita entertained or take her place as their test subject for the stolen tech. Fran had put her foot down though, and clearly held enough sway to make hers the final word on the matter. Jesse was grateful to her for that at least, though hated the fact he’d had to leave both of them behind. Even if he did tell the security forces, the warehouse would be empty by the time they got there, he was sure. Clearly the whole group had gotten extremely proficient at avoiding detection, considering how much day-to-day surveillance there was in the megacity at large.

As he let the paying stranger enjoy his 15 minutes of groping reacharound, the femboy put a hand up to his collar. One thing he had not been able to stop them doing was to hack into that a little bit more. Apparently the layers of encryption in these prototype models were a lot less secure than the old ones the headmistress had used to use, another result of the changing priorities of their new owner and lazy researchers wanting to fiddle with things a lot more often. The Dropouts had managed to download every word that had been spoken within Jesse’s earshot since he’d had it fitted, but also added a little backdoor that could be used in times of emergency.

“You have a safeword now, Jess.” Fran had said, giving him one last embrace before directing him towards the station. “Just say it, and the whole thing turns off: tracking, electroshock, whatever other fucked-up thing they’re trying to use it for this week. Instead, it’ll put a call through to me, and I’ll come and find you… Wherever you are.”

It seemed strange, to the well-trained fucktoy, to even consider having such an option available to him at all times. The ability to turn around and just whisper some magic word and suddenly be free to disappear into the warren of concrete and alleyways. He’d already told himself several times that he’d obviously never use it. That it didn’t matter how rough the customer or unsettling Mr Carter’s experiments became… he’d do his duty like a good, little slut.

The guilt and discomfort at having to leave Binita behind ate away at him. Every inch of him was certain that he should tell his superiors, and if Madame Stanfield was still in charge he certainly would have! But he didn’t trust Mr Carter. Didn’t believe he or his twin giantesses would be any more interested in helping her than the Dropouts were. There really seemed no good outcomes to any of this, and the fact that now his collar was turned back on he couldn’t talk to anyone about it made his sissy heart squirm. He had always been awful at keeping secrets, his every emotional confliction written clearly upon his face. The very idea of hiding something from those he was supposed to devote his mind, body and soul to serving just felt so wrong. His mind almost began aching for the punishment such a betrayal deserved: His buttocks twinging for the sting of an imaginary welt. His nipples scraping against the inside of his shirt with the urge to get pinched and his exposed ballsack shrivelling under the sole of a boot not yet present.

The femboy shuddered into an orgasm through the customers squeezing palm, splattering drops of semen across the maglev’s metal floor. At least someone got some closure and satisfaction from the exchange. Jesse himself could only stumble towards the doors to meet his stop, tiny cock dribbling as he moved forward to meet the day.