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Chapter 2

"Michaela, there's been a change of plans," Mistress Saskia's voice came from the back door. "Colleen is coming over tonight now, not tomorrow, so I need you to —"

She appeared at the entrance to the living room wearing a flared black skirt and white silk blouse that clung to her like a second skin. Her hair was pulled back in a severe bun, her lips scarlet red. Her eyes fell onto us, my hand still underneath Evelyn's dress. Her expression quickly transformed, first into confusion, then simmering anger.

"What is happening here?" she said, her words tight and clipped.

"Evelyn, uh — I — Well," I stammered, the truth clearly evident.

"Miss Saskia!" Evelyn said brightly, shoving my hand away and straightening her skirts before performing a deep curtsey.

I followed her motions quickly, staring in shock at the ground in front of Mistress' pointed heels. I couldn't bring myself to look at her. I was flooded with the kind of horror that made my stomach fall out of me. I was shaking, even as Evelyn took my hand and gave it a comforting squeeze.

I let down Mistress Saskia.

"There is nothing you could say that would explain this, girl," Mistress snapped, pulling off her coat and casting it to the side. "Does Caity know you're here, Evelyn?"

"Uh, no, Miss Saskia," Evelyn said glumly.

"Then your punishment will begin here, along with this trollop of a sissy. Get over here and show me how sorry you are."

I curtseyed again and took a step towards my Mistress.

"Not you," she hissed, voice dripping with venom.

Evelyn shot me a sideways glance with a tiny shrug, then made her way to Mistress. I watched in shock, my heart pounding. This had never happened before. Mistress had always wanted me to be the one to serve her. Not once had she ever been with — or even mentioned wanting to be with — someone else.

Watching Evelyn disappear beneath Mistress' skirt made my stomach tie itself into a painful knot. She stared at me, eyes full of fire, until Evelyn's ministrations finally broke through the rage. Her eyelids fluttered and she let out a small, tight moan of pleasure. Then she sucked in air between her teeth, body relaxing as Evelyn sucked and teased and licked between her legs.

I watched them in agonized silence until Mistress pushed Evelyn away and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Her panties had already been removed. She grabbed Evelyn's chin and pulled her slowly upwards until they were standing next to each other. Evelyn towered over, but there was no question who was in charge.

"Naughty, naughty sissies," Mistress said quietly. "Evelyn, I understand that your Caity doesn't make you wear a cage."

"Yes, Miss Saskia," Evelyn squeaked. "She says she likes to use all I have to offer."

"I can see why," Mistress said, wrapping her fingers around Evelyn's clit. "You're quite well-endowed."

"Thank you, Miss Saskia," Evelyn breathed. "Would… would you like to ride me?"

Mistress snorted. "Yes, Evelyn, I'll take you exactly how I want to."

I suddenly felt like someone had dumped ice water on me. Mistress was going to let Evelyn be inside her? That was a privilege she hadn't even extended to me. I knew that, as her sissy, it was unlikely that I'd ever be allowed to. Once, Mistress had said that she would let me fuck her while I wore a strap-on. Even that felt like an important step, a way for me to prove my dedication to her.

Now Evelyn would be inside her before I came even close?

Mistress was stroking the sissy girl quickly now, Evelyn letting out long moans of pleasure. Her eyes were closed tightly and I could tell she was already struggling not to cum without permission. Mistress was staring straight at me as she twisted her hand along the sissy's shaft. Taunting me with what I couldn't have.

"Don't you want this?" her expression asked. "Don't you miss this?"

Yes, I miss that so much, I moaned internally. It's all I ever think about it.

It must have shown on my face, because Mistress' expression changed as if she could read my thoughts.

"You'll never get it now."

I shuddered, skirts rustling. I felt a wet spot forming in my panties and knew my clit was drooling pre-cum. The feeling was exciting as it was sickening for all it symbolized: as much as I hated watching another sissy get what I desperately ached for, watching it happen thrilled me in a way that nothing else had. The truth of it filled me with a sick pleasure I couldn't deny.

Just as much as I wanted to cum — I wanted to be locked, too.

"Miss Saskia," Evelyn whined. "I'm going to cum!"

"No, you're not," Mistress said, continuing to stroke the sissy at the same pace.

"Oh fuck," Evelyn moaned, her body shaking. "Please, Miss Saskia, I can't take anymore!"

"Yes, you can," Mistress said flatly, still working her shaft. "Because you know if you cum, I'll tell your Goddess everything you did here. How do you think she'll feel about that?"

"She'll — be — furious!" Evelyn choked out, eyes squeezed shut.

She was doubled over, every fiber of her being clearly dedicated to not cumming. Mistress pumped her relentlessly, even as her clit began to turn an angry purple. Evelyn's whining moans turned into squeals and then deep, shuddering gasps until finally Mistress released her. Evelyn yelped and staggered backwards, heels clattering on the floor, her clit twitching angrily.

"You'll do exactly as I say if you don't want her to find out," Saskia said with a cruel smile as she watched the sissy struggle to regain her composure. "You don't get to so much as leak without my permission, do you understand?"

"Yes, Miss Saskia," Evelyn managed, her breathing ragged and heavy.

"Good. I'm glad one of you can follow instructions," Mistress shot at me, eyes flashing.

My heart thundered as my stomach curled itself into a compact ball.

She took Evelyn by her trembling hand and led her to the daybed at the far end of the room. It was bathed in the early morning light, the trees outside casting dappled shadows across the pink velvet. Evelyn's legs gave way and she collapsed onto it, falling backwards, head sinking into the thin pillow. Mistress Saskia was removing her blouse when she looked at me, eyes narrowing. I could see her thinking and knew she was devising the next part of my punishment.

As if watching her fuck Evelyn isn't punishment enough.

"You," she commanded, pointing to the floor next to the daybed. "I'm not interested in her sissy juices inside of me. When I tell her to cum, it will be in your mouth, understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said quietly, kneeling next to them as Mistress straddled Evelyn.

"And when I'm finished, your punishment will begin."

"Yes, Mistress," I repeated, staring at the floor.

"Remember, sissy," she hissed at Evelyn. "No cumming until I say you can. Not even when that pathetic girl down there has her lips around you, understand?"

"Of course, Miss Saskia!" breathed Evelyn. "I understand."

"Let's see if that thing is all it's cracked up to be," Mistress said, staring at Evelyn's erection.

Mistress was facing away from Evelyn so she could keep eye contact with me. Her gaze never faltered, even as she began to ride the sissy's massive clit. I burned with jealousy, my gaze flitting between Mistress' eyes and the part of Evelyn's shaft I could see. The sissy's skirts rustled and bounced as Mistress rode her, slamming her hips down and moaning with exaggerated pleasure.

Even through my frustration, the wet spot in my panties grew.

"Fuck, I can see why Caity keeps you unlocked," Mistress moaned. "You are quite singular, Evelyn."

"Thank you, Miss Saskia!" Evelyn gasped, her voice tight with the effort of resisting her orgasm.

To my surprise, it didn't take long for Mistress Saskia to climax. She let out a loud moan as she pushed down onto Evelyn's clit, her fingers working tight and fast circles over her clit. When she finished, she climbed off and left Evelyn furiously erect, her shaft glistening with Mistress' juices.

"Now suck," she commanded, grabbing my chin and shoving it toward's Evelyn's purple clit.

It tasted salty and sweet and earthy, Mistress' taste mixing with Evelyn's and turning to agonizing envy in my mouth. I wanted to be unlocked, to be inside her, to get to cum — why should it be Evelyn?

Because I broke the rules. Because I wasn't the sissy I was supposed to be.

And then a darker thought began to form, bubbling up from a deeper place inside of me. I pushed it away, much as I had once refused to acknowledge that I wanted to wear panties. The truth of it was too painful now.

Do you even want to be unlocked?

Evelyn was writhing above me so intensely that I could barely keep her clit in my mouth. I pumped and stroked her, trying my best to take out my frustrations and jealousy on her. I tasted a spurt of saltiness and knew she was close, that her resistance was collapsing. If I kept this up, she would cum soon, whether she wanted to or not.

"I'm so close, Miss Saskia!" she moaned, fingers curled into tight balls, knuckles white. "Please, let me cum!"

"Not yet," Mistress said with a wry smile as she zipped her skirt closed. "Have you learned your lesson?"

"Yes!" Evelyn cried. "Yes, yes!"

"What did you do wrong?"

"I — I broke Caity's rules!"

"Oh, no, that's not it," Mistress said slowly. "Well, I suppose you might have. But this is because you broke my rules."

"I'm — I'm sorry, Miss Saskia!" Evelyn moaned, legs shaking.

"Not you," she snapped, then turned to look at me. " You did. You broke my rules."

"I know, Mistress," I murmured, a reprieve to Evelyn's urgency. "I'm sorry."

"Now Evelyn will get what you forfeited," Mistress said. "Your actions have demonstrated that you care for your personal pleasure more than my needs."

I slurped Evelyn, feeling the truth of her words burn into me.

"That is completely unacceptable for a sissy. So give her the orgasm you were going to have, because until you can prove that you can serve me correctly, you're not getting another one."

"Can I cum?" Evelyn cried, her voice wild. "I can cum?"

"You may," Mistress said simply.

The dam burst, Evelyn's cum flooding my mouth in huge, angry explosions. I swallowed quickly and efficiently as she came, surprised at just how much there was. Evelyn screamed above me, thrusting her hips upwards and ramming her clit into my mouth with each burst. Finally, when she was spent and her clit was drooling, I pulled off her. A long, thin trail of her cum stretched from my lips to her tip.

"Go back to your Goddess, Evelyn," Mistress commanded before looking at me. "And you. Decide how dedicated you are to me. Because if you disappoint me, I'll never let you cum again."