Mistress Motivational Redux - Choices (Patreon)

Free for all members: the original CHOICES Motivational, dripping with that delicious schoolgirl dread... the short skirt hiked up and a mouth full of secrets...fate hanging on one tiny key and a single, trembling decision.

This is just a little taste of torment… a whisper of what happens when a sissy thinks she can outsmart her betters.

The updated caption of Mistress Instructions, plus the full 1000+ word story of Sophie’s panicked kiss, the metallic taste of the key, and the shame-soaked decision...is locked behind Teacher's Pet+ tiers.

So what do you do, Sissy? Stay on the detention bench and try not to be noticed… or take the plunge to premium and let's see if Sophie makes the choice that you would make.

SPIT OR SWALLOW

Sophie sat in the brightly lit classroom of Shortbush Academy, a sleek modern facility in a quiet suburb…the place adult men were sent for “retraining.”

The room hummed with air conditioning and the rustle of short skirts as two dozen sissies practiced their lesson.

Uniforms at Shortbush are mandatory: plaid minis, white blouses, striped ties that screamed slutty schoolgirl. At nearly thirty, Sophie felt ridiculous.

His former life as Steve was fading further each day. His wife...now required to be called “Mommy”...had enrolled him here after he discovered her affair with Marcus. Locking him in chastity had been her solution to rekindling the kinky flame of their relationship.

He knew better now.

Months of classes had softened him: hormones, makeup drills, endless obedience training.

In Sissy Kisses 101, paired with the ever-annoying Candi Bubblegum, their lips met under Mistress Lila’s watchful eyes. Candi, with pink pigtails and fluttering lashes, was the ultimate teacher’s pet...always volunteering, fetching supplies, earning privileges to access restricted areas. It was a clever act to hide her plan.

Last night in the dorm, Candi had whispered that she knew where the emergency chastity keys were kept in the security office. In desperate, horny whispers, Sophie had begged her to steal his. He never expected the bimbo to actually succeed.

“Icntkpit,” Candi muttered before class, mouth barely open. The guards had nearly caught her; she’d hidden the key under her tongue. The stupid uniforms had no pockets or ways to conceal much of anything...including most of their bodies.

Sophie only understood the predicament when Candi opened her mouth for a millisecond, revealing the tiny key. Danger hit hard...if caught...

Class began. Right from the gate, Sophie and Candi were called to the front to demonstrate their Sissy Kiss.

Their eyes met, both panicked and uncertain what to do.

The kiss started soft, tentative. Sophie’s glossed lips pressed against Candi’s, tasting strawberry lip balm...sweet, artificial, and somehow childish despite their age. Candi’s mouth was warm, yielding, yet impossible to see as female.

She was still a guy, just like him, forced into this feminine slut role.

Shame burned in Sophie’s chest, spreading hot down his body. Kissing another guy felt wrong...even feminized...but the school had warped him. Inside his tiny cage, he throbbed.

Their tongues brushed, soft and slick. Candi’s breath quickened with fear; Sophie felt her tremble, lips quivering.

Then the key slipped over...cold, wet metal gliding from her tongue to his. Tiny, sharp-edged, it tasted metallic and forbidden, like blood from a cut.

Sophie tucked it under his tongue, heart slamming. The kiss deepened for show, mouths moving in rhythm, Candi’s hands lightly caressing his shoulders. Unable to use his tongue without risking the key, Sophie opened wide and let Candi shove hers in, frenching deep enough to nearly gag him.

Shame twisted with excitement. Candi’s lips were plump, inviting...just like his.

He hated how good it felt.

“Stop!”

The sissies froze, mouths still touching.

Mistress Lila strode forward, tablet in hand, eyes narrowed. The class stared.

“Sophie, Candi...that was surprisingly enthusiastic.”

Sophie’s pulse raced. Had they pulled it off?

“Thank you, Mistress Lila,” Candi sing-songed, ever the pet.

Sophie couldn’t speak.

“Funny. Yesterday, you barely pecked. Now...”

Mistress Lila studied Sophie. He wanted to disappear.

She leaned in. “Open your mouth, slut.” Her hand pressed his cheeks.

Sophie shook his head. Better punished for disobedience than discovery.

Moments later, security dragged them down sterile hallways lined with posters: “Obey and Blossom,” “Submission is Strength.”

Sophie felt the key throb with his heartbeat.

Candi whispered, “I’m sorry,” voice cracking. Attendants shushed her, grips firm, eyes unyielding. He was watched every step. There was no chance to hide it, no chance to remove it from his mouth.

The office was crisp, corporate: glass desk, ergonomic chairs, live-feed monitors. Headmistress Victoria sat poised in her power suit.

“Bad sissies,” she said smoothly. “We promised your Mommies and Daddies any slip-ups would be punished.”

They sat silently, waiting for “Mommy” to arrive.

The HeadMistress never took her eyes from Sophie, who sat there, feeling the teeth of the metal key weighing heavy in her mouth.

Emily entered in chic style…

Marcus...

…Daddy...

…behind her was glaring.

Sophie’s stomach dropped. The key felt enormous under her tongue.

“The slut refuses to open,” the Headmistress said. “We could force her, but we believe in giving sissies...agency.” She smiled cruelly.

“Sophie. Mommy and Daddy are very upset. Open your mouth. We know you have the key. If you don’t open your mouth… you will be punished…harsher than you have ever been. If the key IS in your mouth, you will be punished worse. Or...”

Mommy smirked cruelly.

“...you could swallow it.”

Sophie’s eyes widened.

The whole room smirked at her now.

“That would mean the only copy is the one Daddy has that he keeps at work.”

Sophie glanced at Marcus, the man who started this nightmare. His cruel smugness made Sophie feel nauseous.

“Your call, baby girl.”

The room waited. Even Candi leaned in, anxious.

Sophie tasted metal and dread.

Spit: consequences, Candi exposed, both ruined.

Swallow: key gone forever, manhood sealed, reliant on Daddy.

Tears stung. In a gulp, he swallowed.

The key scraped down his throat. Gone.

The headmistress smiled coldly. “Swallow it is. Predictable. We’ll monitor bathrooms for a week. Or perhaps diapers.”

Emily pulled Sophie into a mock embrace. “Good choice, sweetie. I love Daddy too.”

Nestled in Mommy’s arms, Sophie began to sob. He sobbed… for a very long time.