A Sissy Saves the Neighbourhood

You hung another dress on the line… basking in the bright sunshine for a moment. The fresh, Spring breeze cast your long, brown hair around your face, sending goosebumps rising across your bared stomach and thighs. You still felt a little nervous and exposed… standing out in your own backyard, dressed like this. Short-shorts and boob-tube all that stood between you and the universe’s innumerable, judgemental eyes. This was the deal though. These had been the rules. You had moved in with Ben, into this quiet suburban neighbourhood, on the promise that you’d stop hiding from who you wanted to be. That you’d throw away all the baggy, masculine trappings you’d hid behind for so long… and wear only the skimpy, pretty things which made you feel sexy. You were a slutty, sissy housewife for good now… The acknowledgement of that set your little heart a flutter.

You took the basket back inside, tucking it away where it belonged. Everything in this beautiful slice of bliss was tidy and perfect… for the moment. A home that had barely been unwrapped from its plastic wrapping. The pair of you had got the last of the boxes unpacked yesterday, but with the whole point being that this was a clean slate… very little of your past lives had been carried in. Most of the clothing you had just washed had never yet been worn, you had just wanted to soften it out and rinse off the smell of plastic packaging.

Glancing at the clock, you realised the moment you had been counting down the seconds to was approaching. You fingered at the tight choker around your neck a little. That had been your moving-in present to him. It was a simple, thin and black loop with a little, silver heart linked into the front. You had told him there were equally simple rules attached: From the moment you were wearing it you were his to do with as he pleased. If the point of the heart was aimed upwards, then just your mouth-pussy was open for business. If it was settled the normal way up, then all of you was available for exploring. It gave you just a little bit of control over whether you were feeling… fresh enough for all aspects of your sexual relationship. While at the same time, filling you with the thrill and excitement of being just a pampered, collared sex-pet. For years you had known you never really wanted anything else in life, than to find a kind master who would both love you and use you for all that you were for. You really felt like Ben was the one you’d been waiting for. The owner of your heart and soul.

Hearing a car pull up outside, you scurried to get into position at the front door. You wanted to greet him on his first day back from work on your knees, like a well-trained fucktoy would. Staring up at him with those big, round eyes you were proud how well you could exude innocence through. That car turned out not to be his… trundling on a little further down the road. Yet you stayed where you were anyway, playing with the hems of your shorts. You felt like a left-alone puppy, waiting impatiently for the only person who mattered. Perhaps other people would find that a little pathetic, from a 25-year old femboy with little in the way of career or property or ambition. But, to you… it was a comparison you revelled in. A life you’d daydreamed of living for so long… so long.

There was the crunch of gravel on the drive outside. He was home! He was home! You shuffled yourself up straight again, properly. Hands behind your back. Knees tucked up tight. Just the way things should be. Years spent trawling the internet for instruction on how to be the perfect, little submissive finally paying off. You knew far more about which knots to use when tying someone upside down with their legs spread than you did about cooking and cleaning and housekeeping. It felt very much like you would have to use one of those sets of skills to make up for your lackings in the other. Else you would never deserve a master as wonderful as Ben-ben! Keys turned in the lock. You let your eyes drift wide and watery and chewed on your bottom lip. Think cute thoughts. Think cute thoughts…

The door opened… The arm that caused it to, attached to someone briefly calling to someone else over their shoulder. Then she turned around. And spotted you.

For a brief, endless, awful, second… you were just staring up at the woman in complete silence. Then she said:

“Oh, hello… You must be Sam...”