Chapter 13: Present Day 7

Helena arrived home about an hour later than usual. There was a tall, slender male student named Mark Strong who had stared at her avariciously whenever he’d come in for his performance review and to discuss his courses for the following semester. His height and leanness reminded Helena of Brian when she’d first met him. The student was much younger than Brian was when she’d first hooked up with him, and Helena thought Mark was ripe for re-educating and feminising. She’d asked him for coffee after his classes had finished, and she felt her assumption he’d willingly become a sissy was correct.

On her drive home, Helena grinned as she planned his downfall. She’d invite Mark over to take her as a bull, and then reverse the roles on him and make him her bitch. Her tight little pussy foamed with anticipation as she pictured what she’d do to him before sending him home in panties and a bra, his spirit crushed and understanding he was a FemDom’s sissy bitch forevermore. During the drive, Helena considered how to relieve her itch when her sissy was at her sister’s. There were several bulls she could invite for a session, which would give Kennedy a chance to take the role of bull-fluffing sissy and further his training. She knew just the man. Using the hands-free app in her car, Helena instructed Google to call her bull.

“Adam Spicer,” a warm, rich voice said a few seconds later.

“Good evening, Adam,” Helena said smokily.

“Helena? How pleasant to hear from you. What can I do for you this fine Monday evening?”

“Come over and fuck me senseless,” Helena replied.

“Name the time, and I’m there,” Adam said hungrily.

“Eight o’clock?”

“See you then!”

“I’m training a new sissy,” Helena said. “Do you mind helping me?”

“Have you finally tossed Brian out?”

Helena chuckled. “No, and I doubt if I ever will. No, this one is my son.”

“How old is he?”

“He’s legal, so no problems there.”

“Why, Helena,” Adam teased. “I thought you’d be too young to have a sixteen-year-old son.”

“It’s not like I’m applying to be your wife,” Helena retorted.

“Ahh, being married to you wouldn’t be so bad, all the way up to when you decided to try to feminise me.”

“I wouldn’t try; I’d succeed!”

“Of that, I have no doubt. See you at eight? I’m happy to help train your sissy.”

“Do you want dinner when you get there?” Helena asked.

“I’m eating as we speak.”

“Cool. See you at eight.”

“Bye!” Adam said cheerily.

Helena disconnected the call, and a self-satisfied smile played on her lips. She straightened in her seat and called home.

Looking at the caller ID, Haley answered, “Hi, Helena. You’re late!”

“I am. Put Kennedy on, please.”

“Kennedy!” Haley shouted. “Mistress Helena wants you!”

“Good evening, Mistress,” Kennedy said a few moments later.

“I have a bull coming. Ensure you’re clean-shaven from the eyebrows down and prepare your ass. You’re the fluffer tonight because your father’s out.”

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress,” Kennedy said, unable to hide his excitement.

Helena hung up, smiling because she knew she’d made her son’s night if not his month.

Kennedy was naked except for a tiny thong and his cock cage when Helena entered her home. She sat at the dining room table, and Kennedy brought a plate of lettuce cups filled with tuna and rice to her immediately. He filled her wineglass and then stood silently behind her left shoulder. Because Helena had a bull coming, she ate little and had only one glass of wine.

After eating, Helena stood and glided to her bathroom. Stopping in the middle of the room, she held her arms out. Kennedy undid her blouse buttons and peeled her blouse off. He carefully placed it in the hamper and then turned back to remove Helena’s skirt. It joined the blouse. Kennedy knelt and removed Helena’s heels before disconnecting her suspenders and easing her stockings down her leanly toned legs and off her dainty feet.

Kennedy stood momentarily to unclasp Helena’s bra and remove it before kneeling again and taking off her panties. “Would you like me to trim your pussy hair, Mistress?” Kennedy asked politely.

“Adam loves my hairy bush,” Helena replied. “So, no thank you.”

Kennedy got up to turn the shower on, and when the water was right, he helped his Mistress into the shower. “Do I have time to wash and blow-dry your hair, Mistress?” he asked.

“Yes,” Helena said, luxuriating under softly falling shower water that was just below a scalding heat.

Kennedy washed his mother’s body from her long, slender neck to her dainty toes. Then he carefully cleaned her pussy and ass before expertly working his fingers into her ass, preparing it to take her bull. Next, he douched her vulva and ass with scented water. Finally, Kennedy washed Helena’s long, luxuriant, greying black hair.

“All done, Mistress,” Kennedy stated.

“You did well, as usual, sissy,” Helena said.

A thrill shot through Kennedy at Helena’s words. It was the first time he’d acted as her sissy when she was taking a bull, so it was also the first time she’d addressed him as her sissy. Previously, sissy had only been used to remind him of his place in the house. Kennedy hoped his sister would bring a man home to be her sissy because then he would no longer be the low man on the totem pole. He knew when he became his wife’s sissy, he’d remain the low man unless they had male children or his Mistress took on another slave. All the more reason to want to experience being over someone for a change.

Helena stepped out of the shower, and let Kennedy dry her body. Once her hair was blow-dried, Helena strode elegantly to her bedroom, where she lay face down on her bed. Gulping, Kennedy removed lube and a fair-sized butt plug from his mother’s drawers. He smeared the lube over his fingers liberally and then eased his middle finger into Helena’s back passage. Once her sphincter relaxed, Kennedy eased a second and then a third finger in until Helena’s chocolate starfish gaped enough to accept the plug. Then he oiled the plug and slipped it into his mother’s bottom.