Sandra milled about the kitchen, keeping dinner warm for when Jaime finally built up the courage to come eat. She had let Jaime take all the time he needed to shower, get dressed, and make sure he'd gotten all the cum off of his face. Seeing the shock in his eyes when she had mentioned that "moisturizer works best after you've showered" while his face was still plastered with his own cum had been almost too fun, and she had struggled not to let out a knowing smirk at the moment. The sheer wall of embarrassment must have been incredible, and just thinking about it made her rub her legs together in excitement.
It was still no excuse for leaving his phone behind while he showered. A Sissy needs to always be at the back and call of their Master or Mistress, and Jaime was going to have to learn that the hard way. As she pulled dinner from the oven, she spotted Jaime out of the corner of her eye, tentatively peering around the corner into the kitchen. She turned away from him, smiling to herself, eager for what was sure to me a supremely awkward dinner for her Sissy Son.
...
Jaime had spent his time in the shower frantically scrubbing his face, desperately trying to wash off all the evidence, and his shame. If he had brought his phone with him, his Mommy would have heard the mix of deep breaths and pathetic attempts to reassert his masculinity.
"I'm not a Sissy... I'm not a SIssy... I'm not a Sissy..."
Jaime slid down the shower wall, sitting down on the floor and hugging his knees to his chest as the water rained over him.
"I'm just doing what Mommy says... She's threatening me... She could ruin my life... I'm just pretending for her... I'm not a Sissy inside..."
Jaime hung his head down, and stared at his little dick, locked away in that pink chastity cage, the perfect symbol for the state of his masculinity. Trapped beneath a veneer of pink, but still a man inside. Or so he thought. As he stared at his locked up clitty, he heard his own voice in his head.
"Little Sissy slut..."
Those were his words, his thoughts, his admissions.
"No..."
Jaime could feel tears welling up in his eyes. He was about to break into sobs when he heard his Mother's voice. He straightened up, listening for her at the door when he realised this voice was also coming from inside.
"Jaime~ Jaime~ Can you hear me?..."
The voice faded. It was distant and echoing inside his mind, but it was unmistakable his Mother's voice.
"I want you to do something for me Jaime, something that..."
His Mother's voice trailed off into murmurs and silence, as Jaime strained to concentrate.
"I want you to resist Jaime. I want you to keep fighting, no matter..."
Try as he might he couldn't hold onto her voice, as her words drifted away, only able to focus on the beginning. But he wanted to hear them all. Her voice was almost hypnotic, and he found himself hanging onto every word.
"I want you to do this...because... I don't want you to become a Sissy..."
Her voice faded in and out this time, Jaime catching words in bits and pieces. But he heard it, deep inside him. He had to resist. He had to fight it. His Mother had always been there for him; a widow, a single parent, a working Mom. She had carried him so far, he couldn't let her down now!
Jaime felt a swell of emotions. Shame, confidence, humiliation, courage. He could endure, he could play out through Mommy's abuse, but he would stay strong for his Mother. She believed so much in him, it would break her heart to see what he'd become. His Mother spoke to him one last time.
"You were born to be a Sissy."
"Born to be a Sissy..."
Jaime mouthed out the words, but his consciousness didn't register them. They struck right to his core as he fell away and his conditioning took over. As he stood to his feet, he ran his hands along his legs, feeling for any stray hairs that might have grown back, touching up his smooth body with the razor his Mother kept in the shower.
He stopped out of the shower, remembering what his Mother had told him just before, and applied a moisturizing layer of baby oil to his body, making it shine and gleam as he ran his hands down his curvy butt. He wrapped himself up in his bathrobe, and made sure to pick up the bikini he'd worn in here.
Gracefully he walked to his room, hung up the bikini on its hanger, and began to get dressed. He laid out his outfit on the bed and it was only then that Jaime's consciousness pulled itself back up, unaware of what had happened. Jaime stared down at the clothes he'd laid out.
Blue jeans, a grey t-shirt, white tube socks, and his first pair of panties. His first stolen pair. His Mother's pair. White, with pink trim, and a little pink bow on the front. The ones that had started all this.
With trembling hands, Jaime pulled them up his smooth legs, the sensation of them on his skin causing him to shiver and shudder. After promising himself that he'd resist for her, the taboo of wearing his Mother's panties had only become more exciting. If she ever caught him, ever found out. She'd be so disappointed, so ashamed of him.
"Excellent choice Sissy~ If there's one pair that your Mother knows is missing, it'll be those~"
Jaime almost jumped out of his skin at her voice coming from his cellphone. His eyes darted around the room, stunned that he'd forgotten how she could, hear and see everything he did in here.
"Aw, did you forget about me Sissy? You left me here all alone~ That's not what a good Sissy is supposed to do~"
Jaime began to stutter and stammer out excuses, fumbling over his words
"Tut tut, Sissy, I don't want to hear excuses! You'll find out what happens when you don't behave yourself after dinner~ Besides, I think I hear your Mother calling you~"
Jaime tilted his head in confusion when he heard his Mother's voice calling down the hall.
"JAIME! Your dinner is getting cold!"
"C-Coming!"
Jaime's voice trembled out the words as he looked back to his phone. She was beginning to know more about what was going on inside his home than he was. Jaime tugged up his jeans and pulled on his t-shirt, and grabbed his phone, before hesitantly heading for dinner, his panties and chastity cage rubbing with each step..
...
Sandra waited patiently for Jaime to enter the kitchen as she pretended to not to notice him lingering in the doorway. She fiddled with the pots on the stove until she heard the scooch of him setting into his chair. Stifling a growing smirk, she twirled around with a plate of food and a loving smile.
"There you are! Been spending too much time cooped up in your room lately sweetie, it feels like we haven't talked in ages!"
