"Y-Yes," Skye managed, scurrying out of the room as quickly and quietly as her heels would allow. "Shit. Shit. Shit. What was that?" He seemed beside himself after his words—and that touch. Skye knew he was possessive; who wouldn’t be of someone like Maryann? But what was his game with her? Maryann at a health resort? Unlocked from her chastity? None of it added up. Not with the life Maryann was living. Skye would drag the truth into the light, come hell, high water, or worse.
The sissy trudged through the rest of her day with her head down. Finally, the workday ended, and Mistress Vivian summoned her.
"Ready to go to the country club?"
Country club day was always a spectacle, and today was no exception—it was Heather’s birthday, one of those insufferable old hags who loved nothing more than to flaunt her cushy life, funded by her spineless husband’s fortune. Vivian called these women her friends, though their interactions were laced with thinly veiled barbs and backhanded compliments.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Then let’s go, sissy.”
As they were heading out, one of Skye’s sissy friends chirped, “Bye, Skye, bye, Mistress Vivian,” the last part a little too flirty.
“Bye, Misty,” Vivian replied, winking. “Skye, aren’t you going to say bye to your friend?”
“Bye, Misty.” Skye hated when her friends flirted with Mistress, and how Vivian flirted back to make her jealous. She was very popular among the sissies.
Enjoyyy! 💋Xoxo💋
Lara Lynn