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Chapter 8

It wasn't what she was expecting, I knew that. I wasn't even sure if it what was she wanted , but I knew I had to be true to who I was. A decision this consequential, a night this important — everything had to be just right. Anything less than being myself would be a lie, and I did not want to lie to Kate.

I steadied myself, knowing she was waiting for me on the other side of the heavy sliding doors. The lights were dim, the ice popping gently around the bottle of champagne that had been delivered to our hotel suite. The late evening sun spilled out across the floor, igniting the crisp white linens of the bed.

My heart was racing and my breathing was shallow and ragged. I knew this was the right thing to do — not just for me, but for us. It didn't matter that it scared me, that the knowledge of what I was going to do had kept me up the entire night before. The hard thing to do was usually the right one. And I had to tell her the truth.

I steeled myself with a deep breath, then pushed open the doors.

"Rose?" Kate asked languidly, lolling her head around the back of the chair. "Are you — what's going on?"

She straightened quickly, the grin disappearing from her face and replaced with a look of surprise and confusion. I gave her an apologetic smile and stepped into the room, running my hand around on the back of the chair before straddling her lap, my heels clicking with every step.

"What are you wearing?" Kate asked in surprise, looking me up and down before I settled on her lap.

I leaned in and kissed her neck, letting my breath brush across her skin. My lips were sweetly sticky with pink gloss. I watched goosebumps spill out over her shoulder down her arm and smiled as I heard a tiny moan escape her lips. I ran the tip of my tongue along her ear, nibbled her earlobe, then pulled backwards. I took her head in my hands.

"I know you had something picked out for me to wear," I began. "But I thought tonight was special enough, I should do something special too."

The corset I wore was all black lace with thick steel bones that compressed my waist enough to give me an hourglass figure. It had open cups trimmed in black eyelash lace that teasingly hid my nipples. Straps ran over my chest and shoulders to form a high collar around my neck with a heavy, steel O-ring set in the middle. Garter straps connected to sheer black stockings, and a scrap of black lace barely covered a fraction of my throbbing cock. Layers of gauzy fabric wafted down from my waist and back, creating a sheer skirt behind me that framed my legs and panties.

"Why are — what are you saying?" Kate stammered, looking genuinely confused and out of control for the first time since we had started this whole thing.

I grinned, reveling in my power for as long as I had it.

"I'm answering you, Kate. To the question you've been wanting to ask me all week."

"What question is that?" she asked, biting her lip and turning her head away.

Gently, I turned it back towards me, her wide eyes looking up to meet mine.

"If I'm going to be your Reed or your Rose."

"And?" she asked, voice shaking for an instant before she steadied it. "Who are you going to be?"

"Reed can't pull this off," I smiled, gesturing down at my outfit. "Only Rose can. And now, that's who I am."

I leaned in and kissed her, arching my back and resting my elbows on the tops of her shoulders. I knitted my fingers into her hair, letting her take control again. I could feel it in her body, the subtle shifts in how she sat and how she moved. I made myself her reflection, giving in to her power and ceding control to her.

Letting her take me as her sissy.

Her arms wrapped around my back, pulling me closer to her. Her tongue slipped into my mouth as we kissed, forcing it open. She sat up in the chair and I scrambled to hang on to her. She grinned and I giggled. Maybe it was the relief washing over us or maybe it was just finally feeling good about our relationship — but we both burst out laughing.

"Come on, Rose," Kate said, pushing me off her lap and taking my hand. "I've waited long enough. Now I'm going to fuck you."

We collapsed into the bed, Kate's body pushing mine into the feather-soft mattress. My cock was squeezed between us, towering up above the lace thong. Her hands found mine, our fingers knitting together. Kissing me, she pushed our hands slowly upwards until they were above my head.

I'd never felt this vulnerable before.

"Keep them there until I tell you to move them," she whispered in my ear, sending a jolt of electricity down my back and out through my legs. "Otherwise there will be punishments."

She let the " s " trail suggestively as she released my hands, kissing down my neck. Her lips brushed the metal ring at my neck and I felt her exhale across it. She hooked a finger through it and tugged.

"I like this a lot," she said, her words hot against my neck. "Really lets me put you exactly where I want you."

"And where is that?" I moaned, closing my eyes and fighting the urge to touch her.

"You'll have plenty of time to find out," she continued, kissing down my chest, following the lacy line of one of the straps. "Right now I want you here."

"But soon I'll want you there," she said as she brushed one of my nipples with her fingers.

I shivered in response but managed to keep my hands above my head.

"And then I'll want you there," she said, reaching down and giving my furiously hard cock one slow stroke.

I groaned, then whimpered as she released me. I needed more, needed her touch!

"And then I'm going to take you there," she concluded, her hand sliding around the waistband of my panties to my rear.

"There?" I gasped, eyes snapping open.

I lifted my head to look down at her. She had the predatory smile of someone in complete and total control of her prey. She was just toying with me now.

"Oh yes, Rose," she said, kissing me through the sheer lace of my corset. "You're my sissy girl now, and you're going to get fucked like one. Isn't that what you wanted?"

Reed would have objected, would have said anything to avoid the truth. But I wasn't Reed anymore.

"Yeah, Kate," I whispered with a soft smile. "Anything you want."

"What if I want you to kiss me?"

"You don't have to ask for that."

"Then kiss me," she commanded.

"Can I move my hands?"

"No," she answered with a smile that pursed her lips. "You're not kissing these lips."

She roughly grabbed my face and gave it a shake. The aggressiveness of the motion made me gasp. I looked up at her with wide eyes, my mouth half-open. She towered above me, sharp angles and confident power. The sun was setting behind her, casting burning light on the walls and ceiling around her, throwing her long shadow over me.

"I love you, Rose," she murmured, squeezing me. "But don't forget who's in charge now."

"I won't," I said, words slurred from her tight grasp. "You're in charge now, Kate."

"I'm not Kate, not anymore," she declared. "Not to you."

"Who are you?"

"I'm your fucking Goddess."

She shoved my face to the side, then released me and straddled my face. She pushed her wet panties against my eager mouth. Behind her, my cock stood straight in the air, ignored and irrelevant. My pleasure was secondary now. I had a Goddess to worship.

I slipped my tongue into and along her, swirling it at her clit and diving as deep into her as I could. She grabbed my hair and yanked me to her, holding me there tightly. I kept my hands above my head, feeling for all the world as if they were pinned there. In a way, they were — not by ropes or cuffs or straps.

But by submission.

Her climax was swift and hard, with small cries and waves of muscles tightening and relaxing. She held me against her as she came. I licked and teased and sucked the entire time, treating her the way a Goddess should be treated. I was surprised at how much that title changed how I thought about her. I felt lucky to be with her, lucky to let her use me.

She climbed off my face. It may have been an orgasm, but it felt more like a prelude. There was much more coming tonight. One face fucking wasn't enough to cement the bond between a Goddess and her sissy.

There was only one thing that could do that.

"I'm ready for you to fuck me," I whispered to her after she let my nipple slip from between her teeth. "I want you to, Goddess."

"Already? My, you really are a sissy slut," she giggled, sliding her mouth across my chest to my other nipple.

"Make me your slut," I moaned as she sucked it into her mouth.

"Don't you think this outfit does that already?"

"This is just to turn you on," I answered, my voice breaking as she released my nipple and began to slide down my body. "So you'd want to fuck me."

"I should punish you, you know. You didn't wear what I told you to."

"I'm sorry, Goddess," I swallowed. "I wanted to surprise you. Wanted to prove my commitment to you."

"You did a good job," she said, her breath on my quivering manhood. "Otherwise I'd be bending you over for a spanking, instead of… well."

It twitched just as she took it into her mouth. I cried out in pleasure, knees bending and back arching. The sensation was so overwhelming that I almost moved my hands from above my head.

"Thank you, Goddess," I cried, twisting on the bed.

"Honestly, Rose," she grinned, releasing my cock between sucks. "You look fucking hot in that. I've been wanting to fuck you since the second you opened those doors."

"Oh really? Did you let your modesty stop you?"

"It's not fun to fuck a sissy who just wants it."

"You want me to hate it?" I asked with dark surprise.

"No, slut," she said, shifting so she could stroke my cock, still wet from her mouth. "I want you to need it. I want you so horny you're begging me for it. I want you so turned on that the only thing you can think about is how good my big, long dick is going to feel inside of you."

I shuddered, feeling pleasure build in me. She could almost make me cum just by talking to me like that.

"Oh fuck, Goddess. Yes, I want that."

"I want you so desperate to get fucked that you can't even think about panties anymore. So your little sissy mind is focused on taking my dick."

She was right next to me now, her mouth so close to my ear that I could feel her lips brush it. She was still stroking me, keeping me right on the edge of orgasm but never letting me reach it. I moaned in agony, pushing my hips into her hand, desperate for her touch.

"Please, Goddess," I begged. "Fuck me. Make me into your slut. I need it!"

"I'm going to, sissy," she giggled. "When we're done, you'll never want me any other way."

"I want you every way you'll take me."

"Tonight, that's with my cock."

She pulled away, bending over by her side of the bed and stepping into something. When she straightened, she was pulling black straps up around her soaked panties. I could only see the leather harness with its shiny silver hardware. Then she turned, presenting her full, massive length.

"Now suck, sissy."

My mouth fell open. And she filled it with her cock.

I'd never had a real one in my mouth before, but I imagined it felt something like this. It was soft on the outside but thick and rigid, bending slightly as she pushed it through my lips. Instinctively, I pulled back my teeth to not nick her, even though I knew I couldn't hurt her. It wasn't a real cock, after all.

But it was real enough to make me a sissy.

I laid on the bed, hands still above my head, as she kneeled with one leg and began to slide it slowly in and out of my mouth. I could feel every bump and ridge with my tongue, could feel the subtle difference in texture and heft between the slick, swollen tip and the soft, velvety shaft. I swirled around it, sucking it, willing her to cum in my mouth.

"Fuck, you look pretty with my cock in your mouth."

Her movements sped up, her hips rocking curvaceously backwards and forwards, driving her cock in and out of my mouth. It was going deeper with each thrust. She wasn't touching me and I wasn't restrained, but I felt trapped beneath her, completely at her mercy and will.

"You're taking my big dick so well, slut," she purred. "You make such a good cocksucker."

My shaft twitched in response behind her.

"Can you imagine how that's going to feel in your ass?" she continued. "It's so big. But sissy girls like you love big cocks, don't they?"

?I nodded awkwardly around it.

"And my Rose is nothing if not a good sissy slut. I'm going to fuck all the cum out of you, Rose. I'm going to bend you over and use you like the little fucktoy that you are. Are you ready?"

I nodded again, my heart suddenly pounding. My chest was tight.

"Good girl," she said, slowly pulling it out of my mouth. "Did you get it wet enough for me to fuck you with it?"

"Yes, Goddess," I murmured.

She climbed onto the bed and laid with her back and head against the headboard. Her cock stood up in front of her, beckoning me to sit on it. I felt mine pulse and looked down to see a stream of pre-cum dribble out of it. Hers dwarfed mine.

"Get on my fucking lap," she commanded. "You can move your hands."

I sat up slowly, biting my lower lip. There was a rushing sound in my ears, my vision slowly narrowing until all I could see was Goddess and her enormous cock. That was all a sissy was supposed to see. And now I was about to prove to her that I was one.

I kneeled across her lap, high enough to allow her cock to brush against my cheeks. I grabbed it behind me and moved it into place, gently spreading me, the tip resting against my rear entrance. I looked down at Goddess. She was smiling encouragingly at me, and took my hand with a squeeze.

"I'm going to make you my sissy girl now, Rose," she said softly. "There's no going back after this. After tonight, this is the only way we're fucking. You'll never be inside me again. Your cock is only a toy for me to tease you with."

I shuddered in pleasure.

"Yes, Goddess."

"You're my Rose now. It's only pretty dresses and slutty lingerie for you now."

"I want that, Goddess."

"I know, baby. Now you need to show me how much."

I let myself sit backwards, feeling the tip push against me. It was slicked with my own mouth. My body tensed, my breath catching in my chest. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to relax myself. After a few breaths, I dropped myself lower onto her cock. My own bobbed in front of me, close enough to Goddess' mouth that I could feel her breath on it.

And then she entered me.

I let out a gasping cry as her shaft split me open. All the resistance my body had suddenly disappeared as I slid down to the base. She spread me, my body stretching around her, pain giving way to hot pleasure as I reached the bottom. My vision opened up, everything in the room suddenly coming into sharp focus. I shook, my eyes snapping open.

"You're eager," Goddess whispered as she put her hands around my body to stabilize me.

"You're huge," I managed, heart pounding and stomach tying itself into knots.

I was being torn apart by sensation, my body racked with pleasure. Every part of me was squeezing her cock but I wanted nothing more than to keep it inside of me, to let her stretch me out, to turn me into her little fucktoy, to let her use my body however she wanted to —

"Oh fuck, " I squealed as the vibrations started.

Goddess moaned too, pushing against me and driving her cock even deeper into me. Its vibrations filled my body, waves of pleasure running from my toes to my fingertips. It was shaking me, my entire person turned into part of her vibrating cock.

"Fuck, that's so strong," she whimpered. "Oh my god, that feels so good. Fuck, I love having my cock in you."

Without warning, she began thrusting. Mercifully, she started slowly, barely withdrawing before pushing back in. Every movement made my head spin, intense pressure building behind my painfully hard cock. I could feel her in my stomach, my toes, the backs of my eyes. I collapsed forwards, hands on the top of the headboard, forehead touching hers.

"You're so big, Goddess," I moaned, "You feel so good."

"Are you ready for me to fuck you?" she whispered.

"Yes," I squealed. "Fuck me, Goddess."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Fuck me! Make me your sissy slut!"

Her thrusts were slow but long, pulling almost entirely out of me before pushing back in. The vibrations shifted throughout my body, the pressure building ever higher.

Suddenly I felt warmth and wetness on the tip of my cock and yelled out, half in shock and half in stomach-churning pleasure. My eyes flew open and I saw her mouth on me, cheeks hollow as she sucked me while she fucked me.

"Fuck, Goddess," I cried out, leaning backwards and putting my hands on her knees.

"Just something to get your little sissy engine kickstarted," she said as she let me go, my cock snapping back up in the air.

I could feel her massive cock bending inside of me, its thickness and stiffness restricting how much I could move. At this angle, each of her thrusts made my own cock bounce. The sheer size of hers was enough to move mine from the inside as her tip rubbed against my prostate.

"I'm going to cum, Goddess," I confessed as she fucked me, her pace quickening. "Please, may I cum?"

"Not until I do, slut," she growled, and from the edge in her voice I could tell she was close. "Tell me who you are."

"I'm your sissy Rose," I moaned. "I'm your fucktoy. I'm your slut. I want to put on pretty things that turn you on. I want you to bend me over and use me however you want. I want you to fuck me, suck me, tease me. I'm your plaything, Goddess."

She strung out her own orgasm as long as she could. I managed to contain mine, breathing slowly and fighting against the pleasure that was crushing against me. When I finally heard her cry out, her voice breaking, I let myself go, the pleasure filling my cock. She kept thrusting and soon I felt intense, white-hot relief wash over my body, erasing the pleasure and replacing it with something similar, but tantalizingly short of what I was used to.

My cock was pointed upwards. Thin spurts of cum flew from my cock and landed on my chest, dripping down over the lace of my corset. When I finally finished, I was covered in it. As I slid off her cock, her tip pushed against me one final time and a final dribble of cum spilled from my flaccid shaft.

I collapsed onto the bed next to Goddess, snuggling my head against her shoulder and resting my hand on her chest. Her heart was beating as fast as mine, her breath coming in great heaves. I looked up at her. Her eyes were closed, a serene smile on her face.

As the last edges of golden light disappeared under the horizon, she put her arm around my shoulders and pulled me against her, leaning her head until it was resting on mine.

"Rose," she whispered to the dimming room.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"I'm glad we did this."

"Me too," I said with a tired giggle.

"I had no idea this is what I wanted. This is who I was always meant to be. I know that now."

"Yeah?" I repeated.

"Yeah. And this is who you were meant to be, too."

"I know."

"My sissy slut. Forever."

"Forever."