Young Sissy Chapter 1

which I could only guess was her petulant reaction to having another blonde join the harem...it was spun into girlish pigtails and only added to her porcelain fuck doll allure. Her baby doll make up accented her fair skin and her long lashes fanned her bright blue eyes, giving a look of demure innocence, but it only took one look at the way her Clara Bow lips curled into a hungry smile to make me worry about the easy confidence that carried her closer to me with every bouncing step.

I turned to Sakura for support, hoping the kindness I showed her when I was still a Master would be returned now that I was a sissy, but she wouldn't meet my eyes. She was humility personified, shamefully looking down at her maryjane shoes, the archetypal Japanese schoolgurl, her ivory skin painted like a geisha with her bright red blush. I noticed that she was being led by the hand by Bambi, and I realized I wasn't going to get any help from her. She was obviously Bambi's bitch...which meant that Bambi wasn't the obedient little girl I had imagined. I thought I had her pegged, but it was beginning to look like she would be pegging me instead. Her voice bubbled out in sing-song mockery as she walked towards the faucet, teasing "This little piggy went to the white slave market, and this little piggy never went home, this little piggy got spit-roasted, and this little piggy went..."

"EEEEEEE! EEEEE! EEEEEEE!" Icy cold water cut into me like countless tiny shards of glass. I scurried away from the water on all fours, Bambi laughing behind me as she aimed the shower head at me and hand on the cold water tap with a kung fu grip. She giggled as she watched me try to escape from the jets of icy water while still tethered to the ring by my leash. I finally gave up running, instead crawling through the shivery shower to kneel at her feet, begging her to stop...

"Oh Pooh...don't tell me you can't take a joke. You aren't going to be like Sakura are you? Pwetending you hate being my gurlfriend while secretely wuving every minute?" Thankfully she had turned off the water, but I couldn't stop shaking. Not just because of the cold...but because I looked up to see the anguish in Sakura's almond eyes as she tried to avoid my gaze. I had no doubt that what Bambi considered a gurlfriend, most would consider a prison bitch.