With a tiny white, cotton handkerchief from Thailand, Miss Richter dabs the tears of the dumb sissy lying before.
“Now, now. You mustn’t let yourself get upset, Mia.”
“I hate my name and I hate all this. It’s all horrible.”
In an instant the psychiatrist’s face flips from being sympathetic to dangerously server.
Mia gasps, “Oh sorry, Miss Richter. I meant to add Miss, honestly. I really did. I rarely forget.”
The psychiatrist nods, as if understanding.
“It’s just your hormones my dear. Sissies often feel them in their second week at the Club Zero Nine.”
Miss Richter’s Germanic accent is hardly comforting.
“You see, that’s exactly it, Miss Richter. We agreed to just one week,” Mia frowns. “In fact, it was actually just five days. A five day course on being a maid for my Mistress. Then, of course,” she rolls her eyes, “that silly Bull wades in and starts sorting out stuff and it all goes wrong.”
The sissy shakes her head, feeling her blonde curls tickle her cheeks until, with a shock she remembers:
He gazes at her in helpless horror.
“Hmm,” Miss Richter says as she taps out words on her pc screen, which is hidden from Mia. “I’ll ask one of your teachers to give you a little canning.”
Mia groans. “Aw, please Miss Richter. I get spanked every day, at least three times. And I am not really naughty.”
Miss Richter’s brilliant blue eyes are fixed on the screen as she adds a second comment.
“I’m sure you are my dear.”
She turns to face him, her steely glare making Mia’s mind go blank with worry.
“So, tell me, Mia, if a silly little girl is being spanked three times a day, and sometimes more, from what I have seen, would you say she is a good girl,” her voice lowered in pitch, “or a naughty girl.”
Mia has learnt enough to know there is always just one answer expected of the sissies to any questions ‘adults’ ask of them.
She clears her throat, “a naughty girl, Miss.” Suddenly the sissy’s eyes are wide open. “Oh Miss, you won’t tell Mr Horton, will you?”
“Silly girl,” she smiles, “what happens between you and your psychiatrist at the Club Zero Two, stays in my notes. Doctor sissy confidentiality.”
Mia giggles, as she has been taught when being called silly, though more from a release of tension than finding any humour.
Miss Richter sits her small frame back in the large leather chair and smiles. How dumb are these sissies? Of course, she would tell her owner whatever information the owner askes for. It was just that most guys were happy to be at home shagging the hot wife of the sissy. What happens at Club Zero Nine doesn’t enter their heads. So long as hubby is busy and being trained to be useful, then they don’t give a damn.
“Mr Horton can be really horrible, Miss.” He inhales deeply knowing he mustn’t say anything negative about the man they call his owner. “I mean, not horrible. Horrible to me. I mean not … erm … you know, he wants to improve my behaviour … and ..”
“Oh, do stop your inane jabbering, silly girl. Your owner wants what’s best for you, that’s all. I’m sure you are very grateful for the time and trouble he devotes to your education.”
“Please Miss Richter …”
He rubs his white panties, on full display as he has had his schoolgirl uniform removed by one of the teachers, leaving him in his sexy lingerie.
“Mr Horton hasn’t let me out of the chastity cage for weeks. I was locked for over a week before I got here. It’s not fair!”
“Mr Horton wants to see you get two As in your lessons. Now is that so difficult? Your dancing is a B plus and your secretary skills are now a B. You have improved your posing and appearance.”
He rubs his white stockinged thighs together, closes his eyes and moans.
“Oh God. I’d do anything to cum, Miss. Anything.”
She pats his naked thigh above his white lace stocking top.
“Good girl. What an eager little slut you are turning in to.”
His voice comes from deep down his throat.
“Thank you, Miss Richter.”
Her hand slides over his silky flesh to his pristine white panties, running a finger over the unforgiving steel chastity cage beneath the lace.
He arches his back, pushing up his hips, still groaning.
She feels her own pussy dampen.
“My, my, a real eager slut.”
“Yes, Miss Richter.”
Now the normally cool, experienced psychiatrist suddenly feels breathless, as if the air has been sucked from the room.
“What are you, girl?”
“An eager slut, Miss Richter.”
She watches the sissy’s facial reaction mirror her own for sexual need. His head lolls back on the couch, mouth wide open, saliva on the pink glossed lips.
With her free hand she pulls her phone from her bag at her feet.
“You’re a dumb, eager slut, what are you?”
“I’m a dumb eager slut, Miss Richter.”
“You’re a dumb, eager slut who needs a firm hand, aren’t you?”
“Oh God, yes Miss Richter.”
“Then say it, you dumb fuck.”
“Yes Miss Richter, I’m a dumb, eager slut who needs a firm hand.”
She has trouble steadying the camera on her phone with her free left hand. She is far too involved in how her right hand is playing along the delicate frilly top near the B boobs, before descending down to the naked smooth tummy and on again to the pantied chastity cage.
The image on the screen comes in to focus.
“Now be a good girl and tell Mr Horton what you are.”
“I’m a …”
Miss Richter is having trouble getting air into her lungs, but manages to bark, “no slut. Open your eyes. Tell the camera.”
“Yes, Miss Richter.”
The blue eyes half open, the irises barely able to see. Lust is all.
“Please Mr Horton, I am a dumb, eager slut, who needs a firm hand.” He pauses, not really present, before adding, “please.”
The eyes flick shut.
Miss Richter stops the recording and leans back. Fuck she will need one of the more experienced sissies to come up and give her a good licking.
Mia presses her fingers down to her crotch, feeling the emptiness, now Miss Richter’s hand has been withdrawn. He looks at her wantonly.
“Time’s up, sissy.” The shrink needs to collect herself and closes her eyes. “We’ve been through a great deal, and I hope you have learnt a lot.”
He sits up slowly, like a toy being pulled upright.
“Miss Richter, that video,” he licks his shiny pink lips, his eyes still half closed with need. “You won’t show Mr Horton, will you? Or my wife?”
Suddenly she is perfectly sane. Her mind once more cold and precise.
“Wife?” She laughs, cruelly. “You are a dumb, air headed sissy. You have a Mistress, and an Owner. Now run along like a good girl.”
Mia is in shock. He is feeling the erotic charge of standing in his heels.
“But please, Miss Richter. I promise to be good.”
Oh, the relentless joy of seeing a dumb sissy, helpless and lost, in total need of her protection.
She smiles, but it is an ugly, nasty smile. A smile of sheer cruelty.
“Oh, you’ll be good, little girl, Mia. And one day I’m going to have you all to myself. Maybe for a night. Maybe for a weekend. And we’ll see how good you can be. Now go!”