The Young Master (Rated R)

2.8

I was walking in a field, the cool grass crushed softly between my toes, the sun warm on my skin, the smells of spring were in the air and every deep breath I took filled my lungs with the promise of a fresh start and new hope. The sky was a flawless blue and looked clear enough to take a swim in. Everywhere I turned, all I could see was endless rows of rolling hills...there wasn't a soul in sight...and yet, for some reason, I didn't feel frightened or lonely like I usually do by myself. It was as if the sun herself was watching over me, keeping me company. I felt a whisper tickle my lips as I put a name to the unseen spirit watching over me..."Isabella" and I realized why I felt so safe, so hopeful, so loved...

And then I woke up...

I reached out for Isabella, but she was already gone...the tune to "You are my sunshine" popped into my head and I felt a poignant pang as I understood the lyrics for the first time. I felt a tear caress my cheek and closed my eyes, trying to get back to those Elysian Fields one more time...but then I heard a familiar voice, albeit one much colder than in my dreams..."Get up, Belle. It's time for breakfast and the Devil himself won't be able to protect you from me if I get punished for your tardiness."

I bolted out of bed and followed her obediently, unable to take my eyes off her inviting ass bouncing in her tight red Lycra bodysuit. I wondered about her outfits. All of the other gurls seemed to fit a certain theme. Baby doll, school girl, whore, pain slut, and French maid...but she was just a sissy. I wondered who she was dressing for and what fantasy she was supposed to fulfill...besides mine of course. I also wondered when I'd get to wear some clothes of my own, but when I asked timidly, a curt "When you've earned them." was my only response. I didn't press the issue, not wanting to anger her after the brief moment of tenderness last night. I had resolved to be the best sissy I could be, so that maybe she would reward me with another fleeting sign of affection. 

So it was with a spring in my step that I made it to the mess hall...and one look at my breakfast made the name seem totally appropriate. I had a steel bowl with my name engraved on it, so far my only possession down here. It was a thick, sticky porridge of sorts, with the odor of stale oats and aspirin and the look of glue and vomit. I dug my spoon into it, cringing as it seemed to fight back, sticking to the bowl as if it knew it didn't belong inside my mouth. I scanned the room. Sakura and Bambi where eagerly devouring theirs, as if it were the tastiest meal in the world. Isabella was sitting in a corner, watching me expectantly as she slowly took one purposeful bite after another. I didn't want to break my vow before breakfast, so I closed my eyes and shoveled the biggest bite I could into my mouth...

I should have started with a smaller bite. As it was, the taste of zoo smells filled my mouth, sending caustic vapors down my throat which caused me to gag reflexively...and I didn't know I even had a gag reflex anymore. But it was to no avail, the slop was too gloppy, too viscous and sticky to escape so easily. My cheeks ballooned like a chipmunk, tears welled up in my eyes, I knew I had to force this down soon or risk spitting it all over the table...and then what would Isabella think? That I was some spoiled baby probably...and I couldn't have that. So I forced my body to ignore every instinct of self preservation it had and willed it down my throat I a slow, torturous slide...when I finally finished the first bite I gasped for air...then exclaimed, "Ugh! What's in this shit?"

Without looking up from her bowl, Bambi rattled off, "Prolly her-moans, bee-havey-rool mod'ficashun drugs, n' deffy some MDMA derivys with a some-attic ha-lucy-jenny cocktail." Everyone looked at her in stunned silence, not sure if she was experience a moment of brilliance, or babble. She seemed just as confused, looking down and blushing and muttering, "Or sumthin like that..." As out of place as it sounded coming from her pouty lips, I had to admit she was onto something. The single bile inducing bite I had taken was already making me feel a little swimmy...and a lot horny. So I did what any sensible sissy would do when she discovered her food was drugged with all sorts of mind melting mixtures...I started wolfing it down. That might seem counter-intuitive, but I knew that they were going to get their drugs in me one way or the other...and that they probably already had a big head start, so why fight it? If swallowing gag-me-glue was the easy way to take my medicine, I didn't want to find out the hard way...

Besides, I wasn't about to pass up a chance to get stoned out of my gourd, not with my first day in training hanging over me like the Sword of Damocles...and with every foul mouthful I worked down my throat, it only made more and more sense. It became a kind of perverse contest with myself to see how quickly I could finish it, ignoring every screaming cry my taste buds made to stop, bullying my gullet into gorging on semi-soft sludge, practically chewing it back down as it attempted to rise up and burst out of me. Eventually, I went into some sort of auto-pilot, lost in a druggy daze until I half noticed I was licking the bowl...I put down the bowl and looked up, shame faced to see everyone staring at me in slack jawed surprise. "Please forgive this impudent sissy, Bambisan, but it looks like Bellekun just beat your record." 

Bambi just glared at me as the shock wore off and the petty jealousy seeped in. I knew I was going to pay for that, but at the moment I was too light headed to care. I just smiled dumbly and drifted over to Isabella to see where I was supposed to go next. I hoped that I might have made Isabella proud, or at least less disdainful, but if she was impressed one way or the other, she didn't let it show. She had the world's best Strip Poker face, and I always felt like I was holding my cards the wrong way with her. I was relieved when she finally popped the pregnant silence, even if it was to chastise me..."While that was certainly amusing, it's not how we clean our dishes here. Take your bowl to the sinks at the end of the room and make it squeaky clean. You won't have anyone picking up after you down here. You won't have long before your morning workout, so don't dawdle. We already have our training regimens set, but you'll be meeting with a personal trainer. And trust me, Belle, you don't want to make him wait for you." 

I nodded like a good little sissy and darted over to my table, only to see Bambi and Sakura had left me their dishes too. Of course...I was the bitches' bitch...it figured I'd have to clean after them too. Or maybe it didn't, but in my docile state, it only seemed fitting, even just. So without a whimper of complaint, I ran as fast as my dainty feet would carry me and started scrubbing the dishes. It was a lot harder than I imagined it would be, the glop just didn't want to come off, no matter how hard I scrubbed. So I turned the heat up as high as it would go, only to scald my delicate skin. I was so surprised that I chipped a nail, feeling hot needles of pain dig into the soft flesh below my fingernail. Whatever was in my breakfast, it wasn't a pain killer...I felt everything as if I was stone cold sober, or possibly even more keenly...but I had to push through. Angry blaring beeps announced it was time for my workout, and I was still on the first bowl. I gritted my teeth, worked through the pain, and rang every ounce of strength out of my puny arms, putting as much force into scrubbing as I could. When I finally finished with the last bowl, I let out an exuberant squeal...and then I remembered I was late and let out a panicked eep...

I ran to my class so fast that I practically left a sissy-shaped dust cloud in my wake. It was only when I was almost there that I realized I knew where to go without anyone telling me. Did I remember from my first guided tour/threat with my step-father? That seemed doubtful...I was never very good with directions...or with anything else for that matter. I wondered if they had somehow put a map in my head of where I was supposed to go...and I wondered whether I should be relieved or horrified by the thought. Either way, I didn't have time to dwell on it, because I was 100% certain I didn't want to keep my trainer waiting one millisecond longer than I had to. My legs had turned to blown out rubber, my lungs where filled with battery acid, my sides where being cut into with jagged glass. By the time I crashed through gym doors, I didn't even have the strength to stand. I fell to the ground in an anguished heap, struggling to form a pitiful attempt at an apology. That's when I heard the familiar voice of my step-brother, Dirk, "Damn, Belle. If just getting here is too much exercise for you, then you're really going to hate what comes next..."

I looked up to see him smirking down at me, and I didn't know what alarmed me more, the thought of him using his towering physique to punish me, or the fact that I couldn't stop slavering over his towering physique. On one hand it made sense, I was a sissy after all, and he was as far from it as you could get. A wide frame chiseled by a Greek god to show us mere mortals how they really looked...a face with strong, almost brutish features that stopped just shy of buffoonish and went all the way into devastatingly handsome...a fat cock straining in his speedos even while soft...one I knew could tear me up if he was so inclined, but one I couldn't forget since he it stretched me to my limits. But it was so confusing, I was still getting used to being a sissy I suppose, but everything I used to hate about Dirk was what I found irresistible now...his arrogance, his terrifying strength, even his nearly mindless obsession with sex...because that's what I was obsessed with too. On the other hand, I was late to my first appointment as a sissy, and I was sure he would jump at the chance to punish me...

Instead he peeled me off the ground and held my chin in his hand, drawing my fearful gaze up to his burning eyes, "Oh don't look so terrified. I'm not going to punish you. Frankly I'm happy to leave that part of the job to the experts. Besides, the workout will be punishment enough for a soft, spoiled brat like you...but damn if they didn't carve you into a fuckable soft, spoiled brat. Tell you what, if you do a good job, maybe I'll give what you're too embarrassed to beg for." I blushed and tried to look away, but he held me firmly, his stare penetrating past my meager defenses, seeing clearly how badly I wanted him...I cursed myself for having such terrible taste in Master's, but resolved to be the best little gym bunny I could be.