Dom’s Sissies Pt. 19: A day with House Girls (Patreon)

Work in progress right now, will be done on Sunday when im happy with the second half 😄

"Daddy," Ava moaned as she watched Mia bob up and down on his large cock, "You take my sissy sister so good!"

"I know, baby, I know," Dominic groaned as Mia kept riding him, her plump balls beneath her caged clitty repeatedly slapping against Dominic's stomach.

He grinned at having his Sullivan sissies call him "Daddy." If only their real daddy knew. Though, Richard probably at least had an idea, the defeated fuck.

The two sisters looked almost identical these days. They weren't twins, or even quite the same age, but ever since Dominic had made their father and then them agree to his bargain, he'd taken particular pleasure in making them resemble each other more and more as they blossomed into Ava and Mia. By now, it was sometimes difficult to tell them apart.

Mia tossed her head, sending her enormous tumble of dark brown curls bouncing around her shoulders. Ava's own hair looked almost exactly the same, although her curls fell in slightly more defined ringlets, while Mia's had a habit of puffing out in every direction.

Dominic brushed a few stray curls away from Mia's face, revealing her warm brown eyes, softly rounded cheeks, and full pink lips. Ava had much the same features, although her own face was a touch longer and Mia's a little rounder.

They even had practically identical petite, slender figures. It was no wonder people so often mistook them for twins, especially when they wore matching outfits, as Dominic liked them to do. They'd never looked quite so much alike when they'd been boys.

Ava and Mia both had come long since to understand they were little more than trophies in the final chapter between Dominic's and their father's long and studied rivalry. The two men had fought over businesses, debts, and money, with Richard Sullivan struggling to preserve what remained of his financial empire while Dominic steadily tightened his grip. In the end, Richard had saved his businesses, but only by accepting a bargain that left his sons at Mercer's mercy. Not that they had been fully innocent, they had been adults themselves when they signed. They just hadn't known where it would all end up. Though both of them suspected their father had known from the beginning, that seeing their sissification through had been part of the bargain.

But the knowledge that it wasn't even primarily about them didn't help Mia at all as she involuntarily let out another scream of pleasure. Another leaky orgasm was clearly nearing. The third one? Fourth one? She had no idea anymore. It was incredible and yet humiliating to be so fully in the hands of another, and these sissygasms were truly both.

For Mia, moments like these were perhaps the only times she truly disappeared into the role of a sissy and simply became Mia. When pleasure overwhelmed everything else, and the usual tension disappeared. That tension of knowing, on some level, that she was still, always would be, performing. She wasn't sure if that meant that sissification wasn't real, or that she wasn't a sissy, or if it meant nothing at all, but in this moment she didn't think about any of it. Right now, the question of whether she was actually experiencing an identity or simply performing one just didn't occur.

Ava watched her sister, feeling that familiar, awful mixture of tenderness and guilt. Mia looked so different now. Her slender figure, her soft curves, the enormous tumble of dark curls around her face. There was hardly anything left of Chris Sullivan in the pretty young sissy before her. But "hardly" didn't mean "nothing," and a shadow of Chris remained in her features. One might have thought Mia was his sister. But the warm brown eyes, and that familiar little crease between her eyebrows whenever she was concentrating, those had been Chris's features, as much as they were now Mia's.

It was terribly strange to be in the same room while her own brother was naked and so completely exposed to another man's attention. Stranger still that Ava had become accustomed to it. Once, she would have found the very idea unthinkable.

She had been his older brother. She was supposed to have looked after him, wasn't she? Protected him from people like Dominic Mercer. Instead, she'd let Chris become Mia, just as she'd let herself become Ava. She knew perfectly well that neither of them had stood much chance against Dominic, but that didn't make the guilt go away. Chris had needed his big brother, and Avery hadn't saved him.

Now all she could do was look after Mia as best she could. And if that meant being Daddy's sweetest, most obedient little girl, then that was what she would be.

At that very moment, one floor down, Monday morning found Alistair Ashcroft at his desk. In his capacity as the headmaster of Dominic's first and still largest sissy training center, he was working through the weekly residential census.

His office was a spacious, severe-looking room that perfectly fit Ashcroft's perception of himself and, more importantly, intimidated any sissy called into his office. Dark wood paneling, towering bookshelves, heavy burgundy curtains, and an imposing grandfather clock gave the room an atmosphere of old-fashioned authority. Behind his massive mahogany desk, Ashcroft sat in a comfortable, high-backed leather chair, while a deliberately smaller and less comfortable chair stood opposite him. It was reserved for the sissies, who were meant to feel small and insignificant as they sat looking up at their headmaster.

As always, Ashcroft began his weekly residential census by examining the attendance register on his computer. Twenty-four sissy students, divided evenly among the beginner, intermediate, and house girl classes. Three additional sissies were listed under special residential arrangements. All twenty-seven were accounted for:

Finished Class:

Ava (Avery James Sullivan)

Celine (Cedric Maxwell Hayes)

Gabriella (Gabriel Emilio Echeverría Salinas)

Jasmine (Jamie Jackson)

Jessica (Jacob Fink)

Lexi (Levi Daniel Hennings)

Madison (Matthew Elias Reed)

Mia (Christopher Evan Sullivan)

Intermediate Class:

Angel (Angelo Ávila)

Ashley (Ashton Michael Litzman)

Brittany (Brian Pritchard)

Isabella (Sebastián Ávila)

Kylie (Kyle Fox)

Lavender (Leander George Kallergis)

Melody (Marcel Luca Perrault)

Stella (Steven Satterfield)

Beginner Class:

Candy (Christopher Pendergast)

Cherry (Aidan Thomas O'Connell)

Chloe (Corey Porter)

Lily (Liam Everett Dawson)

Minnie (Max Bielski)

Misty (Maurice Darnell Waverly)

Petal (Peter Hayrick)

Sophie (Samuel Ellwood)

Special Residential Arrangements:

Miu (Masato Kitagawa)

Pearl (Peter Daniel Rusk)

Tiffany (Terrence Porter)

Two, however, required a minor adjustment. Ava and Mia Sullivan had already been marked absent from their morning class, which had begun twenty minutes earlier. What Roxy, who was currently teaching the class, didn't know, but Ashcroft did, was that Mr. Mercer had personally excused the sisters that morning. Naturally, this took precedence over the ordinary timetable, so Ashcroft marked their absences as excused, ensuring they wouldn't be punished. After all, to Ashcroft, this was a severe establishment, but not an unfair one.

With that settled, he turned his attention to a much more consequential task: the upcoming medical residency of the entire beginner class at the Vejara Institute of Reconstructive and Aesthetic Medicine in Bangkok.

He opened the relevant file and looked at the latest correspondence from the institute. As was always the case with these operations, all eight students were scheduled to travel together, although their individual consultations, operations, and recovery periods would naturally follow different timetables. There were still passports and travel arrangements to verify, hospital admissions to confirm, and a considerable amount of medical paperwork to complete, he noted.

The undertaking had been delayed for some time. Until the recent arrival of Corey Porter and Liam Dawson, now Chloe and Lily, the beginner class had consisted of only six students. Mr. Mercer had been unwilling to authorize the trip while the class remained incomplete. He preferred to send his students in full groups of eight, allowing the institute to reserve an entire treatment period for the Foundation rather than arranging separate visits.

It would be an expensive and logistically demanding undertaking, but Ashcroft had organized such trips before, and the results had always been worth it.

Dominic Mercer was an incredible man. To think that Alistair should get to spend his twilight years actually living out a fetish he had harbored since the 1970s! For most of his life, it had seemed destined to remain firmly within the realm of fantasy. That was, at least, until Ashcroft had first met Mercer in 2007.

Of course, practically everyone employed at the Foundation shared an interest in sissification. How could it have been otherwise? The Foundation's true purpose was concealed behind so many layers of shields and screens that no ordinary applicant would ever stumble upon it. You had to know somebody who knew somebody in the scene, who in turn knew Dominic. You had to be trustworthy, demonstrably interested in sissification, and, above all, have someone vouch for you to Dominic Mercer or someone within his circle even to be considered for employment.

Even the enthusiasts willing to pay the outrageous subscription fees for Sissy Social Premium had no idea how, or more importantly where, the videos they loved were produced. In fact, the convincing appearance of a finished Mercer sissy had led to accusations that he was using real girls in his pornography and simply editing chastity cages onto them in post-production.

Mercer's circle, in fact, would be gathering at the mansion the following Saturday for a major celebration. Mr. Mercer had just concluded an extraordinarily profitable business deal on the West Coast and had decided to mark the occasion by inviting a select group of friends and acquaintances who shared his particular interests.

Ashcroft had been entrusted with much of the practical organization. The guest list had to be finalized, accommodations assigned, catering arrangements confirmed, and the evening's entertainment coordinated. There was also the question of which sissies would be required to attend and in what capacity.

Such gatherings were among the highlights of the Foundation's social calendar, and Ashcroft took considerable pride in ensuring that everything proceeded without the slightest embarrassment to his employer.

All in all, between the upcoming Bangkok trip and Saturday's festivities, it promised to be an exceptionally busy week.

Elsewhere in the mansion, preparations for the latter were already underway.

"And remember, my dears, Mr. Mercer has invited some very important people for Saturday!" Clara Bell was saying to the assembled elite class before her. "So we simply can't have anyone making a poor impression, now can we? That would be terribly embarrassing, especially for those of you who ought to know better!"

She smiled brightly, allowing the warning to settle before clapping her hands together.

"Now then, let's see how well you can all behave yourselves! Follow me, please. We have some lovely little exercises prepared for you today."

She led the eight elite students down the corridor and into the academy's joint classroom. Unlike the rooms reserved exclusively for sissies, this one was decorated in relatively restrained colors, with white walls, dark wooden furnishings, and not much in the way of sissy accessories. This one specifically existed to allow for classes requiring both sissies and elites and, as such, could accommodate up to sixteen students rather than the usual eight.

Eight double desks stood in four rows of two. At each, a finished sissy was already seated on the left, leaving the adjoining chair empty. Emily, by now, recognized some of the eight, though even the ones she didn't know yet looked immaculate in their little mock schoolgirl uniforms.

"Now then, my dears!" Clara announced happily, clapping her hands together. "In preparation for Saturday's event, we're going to practice being perfectly charming and well-mannered! That means learning how a proper lady or gentleman treats their little sissy, and how a good little sissy ought to behave in return. And since we'll be working in pairs, I thought I'd let you pick your very own sissy for the lesson! Isn't that lovely?"

Jessica sat at the left-hand desk in the second row, her hands folded neatly in front of her. Of course, the elites got to stroll around the classroom and take their pick, while she and her fellow sissies had to sit quietly, look pretty, and wait for someone to choose them. Despite this, Jessica simply kept a pleasant smile on her face, knowing better than to provoke her ex-girlfriend Clara, especially in front of the elites.

Emily glanced around the room. The sissies remained seated, waiting to be chosen, while the elites began moving between the desks.

She found herself looking toward Madison, whom she already knew. The pretty girl was sitting with her hands neatly folded on the desktop, wearing a pleasant little expression that was just adorable. When their eyes met, Madison gave her a little smile.

"Hey, Maddie," Emily greeted her lazily after walking over, being the second to have chosen a sissy, with only Jason already sitting beside Jessica.

"Hi, Emily!" Madison replied cheerfully, turning toward her.

It was still hard for Emily to believe that their little exchange just now had technically taken place between a boy and a girl.