Dominatrix System

Chapter 12

In the morning I was still hugging the back of Derek and that reminded me that I was a hugger when sleeping. Usually, I woke up hugging my blankets, I removed myself from him waking him up in the process and started my day as usual completely ignoring the puppy eyes of him. That put me on a new thought path. What should I name my new sissy Derek was too masculine he needed a new name better if he came up with one himself so he feels closer to it. I also need nightgown for him and some other things.

I need to go shopping but I have no money and neither does Derek. I was in a spiral of contemplation as I got ready for my morning training. My torturer probably has some new sadistic thing for me today. When Derek showed up to me dressed quickly so that he would be ready before me so I could inspect him before I left. His normal pants and shirt I wish could disappear but as long as we're in the mansion my plans on that disappeared in the wind. I looked at him a second.

"Show me your panties," I commanded, he dropped his pants for me to see a pair of panties hiding a caged sissy clit. "Turn around and show me your plug. " No hesitation as he turned and lower his panties to show me underneath and leaned forward to make a better view for myself.

"Good I'll see you in classes later." As I was about to leave I remembered something I went to my dresser and grabbed my new jewelry. A key necklace I made a show of walking up to him and handing him the key. "Put it on me," I stated. The hesitation on the key in his hands was palpable but he quickly put it on me after a quick. "Yes, Mistress."

I walked out with a smile to my torturer that day.

For weeks my days were training back to my usual but with a new twist that I started bladed whips. I learned faster that it was becoming a second nature my training became easier to me. My body a work of art is growing with perfectly defined muscles with a full range that in my past life I would have sworn I was double-jointed. My hand to hand became better and better my mind clearer when I would sit and meditate on mana cultivation. My days filled with training my nights full of training my sissy gaining points that I purchased the corset to change the figure to a more womanly state for my sissy.

Life was full for me I have never been happier. Then a couple of months later after I first started training my sissy the Marquis called upon me.

I was in a weird mood as I approached his study I distracted my self with retracting and extending my claws. I was in a new uniform with a sheathed bladed whip on my left side and my loose training whip on my right in a brown burlap t-shirt and brown burlap pants I had stopped wearing any form of shoes after I noticed it affected my mobility. My cute white ears popped out the top of my head with my naturally straight snow-white hair that had never been cut that reached the length of my ass but was tied up with a tie into a bun for when I was training. My torturer used it multiple times to beat me into the ground, again and again, stating correctly that it was a weakness that I should get rid of but something in me loved it. I refused no matter what to cut it something in me said no.

I met the butler outside the door and he ushered me into the room with my mind wandering my sweat still drenching my clothing. For the first time in years, I was before this man. His beard looked no different his skin was tanned from the sun but the ink at his fingers made him look more like a scholar. His hair is starting to turn white but more like salt and pepper now. His large frame showed he trained and kept at it. He sat at his desk looking deep in thought. His nose twitched and he pointed me at the chair across the desk without looking up. I felt I was going into an interview. I gave a bitter smile as I sat down.

After a minute he looked at me finished whatever he was thinking about. He looked into my eyes as if he was trying to look into my soul. He then smiled at me both bitter and excited.