Sim Sissy ][ - Pt. 09

The next day, I woke up, dressed and hid all the writings, and then my mom helped me with my make-up and I gathered the goldstrike and the plastic shot glasses.

I took a set of extra clothes with me, simple sweatpants and a shirt. Then my mom drove me over, dropped me off and I walked to the door.

The door opened and I was greeted by Mistress Angel.

She was beautiful, radiant.

"Hey Sissy, what's that rambling about the key in the voicemail?"

"Mistress Angel, I was at Mistress Amalia yesterday. But I was scared of her, and how she looked at me, she clocked me. I was sure, so I told her everything, that I was crossdressing, Then I explained to her my crossdressing. She agreed but she wanted me to be locked when I was there, ehm, well, I explained about the cage and she wanted, ehm, ordered me to undress.

Now, she wants to put her own lock on my cage so the first day I need to bring the key of the lock with me so she can change it."

"What! Fuck.

Mistress Amalia? And you fucking horny boy, you simply undressed in front of her."

"Yes, Mistress, she ordered. She is very stern."

"Okay, wait, well, I'll think about it. I don't want to think about any of the shit you got yourself into, so, tomorrow. Not tonight."

"But Mistress.."

"No you dumb Sissy. Tonight is reserved for the bitches, no Sissy-talk. Got that?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Good."

She unbuttoned her blouse, undid her pants, clipped off her bra and took off her panties as if this was normal.

"Now, I will go catch some more sun rays. You will make dinner, the recipe is in the kitchen and clean everything up. And no fucking yapping or whining, or I'll swear I put all your shit on the internet with name and address.

So, now, go make some food for tonight."

She walked with her naked butt wiggling away from me towards the garden.

It didn't happen many times,but I felt my dick straining against the cage. The talk of my mistress, threatening to expose me, getting more humiliated even. The idea turned me on, and now, seeing my Mistress walk naked, free, it was so hot.

But I had a job to do: cook. I entered the kitchen, surveying the ingredients laid out neatly beside a folded sheet of paper with the lasagna recipe printed in elegant cursive. A sigh escaped me as I tied on an apron, steeling myself for the task ahead.

I started by prepping the sauce. First, the ground beef. I set a heavy pan over the flame, drizzling in olive oil before adding the beef. The sizzle filled the air as I broke the meat apart with a wooden spoon, letting it brown evenly. The recipe called for onions, tomatoes, and carrots next. I grabbed a knife, chopping the vegetables with care.

The onions were sliced into fine pieces that would dissolve into the sauce, while the carrots were diced small--though I wasn't entirely sure if they'd soften the way they should. I could already hear Mistress Angel's voice if I got it wrong.

Garlic came next, crushed and minced until its pungent aroma filled the kitchen. I tossed it into the pan along with the vegetables, stirring until everything began to soften. The pepper, stock, and a dash of salt followed. I could smell the rich flavors starting to meld, but it needed time.

The lasagna sheets were pre-made--thank goodness for that. Rolling and drying fresh pasta would've been a step too far today. As the sauce simmered gently, I cleaned the kitchen, wiping down the counters, scrubbing the sink, and rinsing the cutting board and knives. The pile of dirty dishes seemed to multiply as I worked. I couldn't risk Mistress Angel coming in and seeing anything out of place.

Every so often, I leaned over the pot to check the sauce, adding a pinch more salt here, a dash of pepper there. The aroma was warm and hearty, comforting in a way. Maybe this lasagna wouldn't be half bad after all.

Just as I was tasting the sauce again, I heard footsteps. Mistress Angel entered the kitchen, her presence as sharp as her words, her body slick as if she was rubbed with olive oil, her nipples poking up. She was rubbing them with one hand while with the other she was rubbing her clit.

"Ooh, that smells good," she said, eyeing the sauce. She stepped closer, inspecting the counter with a critical gaze. "Did you chop the ingredients small enough? You know, it always tastes better when everything is cut evenly." Her voice dripped with faux sweetness, but I caught the edge of condescension.

"Yes, I made sure," I replied, keeping my tone neutral.

"Good," she said, brushing an invisible speck from the counter. "I'm going to take a shower. If my friends show up, tell them where I am and keep them entertained in the kitchen. Oh, and clean up this mess," she waved a hand vaguely toward the spotless countertops, "I want everything perfect. I don't want them thinking you don't know how to keep a kitchen in order."

Without waiting for my response, she shivered, then she turned on her heel and left. I bit back a sigh. The kitchen was already spotless, but it was never clean enough for her. Turning back to the sauce, I stirred it slowly, letting the rich flavors develop. The work wasn't over yet, and neither was the scrutiny.

Then the doorbell rang, just as I heard the shower start upstairs.

I quickly wiped my hands on my apron and opened the door. Standing there were two girls, both small and slim, though one of them was noticeably petite, almost childlike in size. She wore a cute matching skirt and top, while the other was wearing some sort of pink smiley-dress. She was the quirky one who had worn the flag-dress I had 'won'

"Hi! Hey, you must be Kissy Kissy," the one in the dress said with a grin.

"Uh, Suzanne, actually, but yes," I replied, a bit taken aback.

"Cool, I'm Meg, but everyone calls me Coffee or C.B.," the small petite girl said casually, gesturing to her friend. "And this cutie here is Kawaii."

"Yeah, hi, nice to meet you, Kissy," the other girl added with a playful smirk. "Like Chibi said, I'm Kawaii, though my parents call me Sjors. Hey, where's eL?"

"M... Angelique," I corrected, "she's in the shower."

"Ah, perfect," Meg said, glancing at her friend. "Hey Kawaii, go check on her, will you? Maybe she needs some help with the aftersun lotion? I'll make some coffee with Kissy here."

Kawaii gave a quick nod and bounded up the stairs, leaving me alone with Meg. She followed me back into the kitchen, her eyes scanning the room.

"Mmm, that smells amazing," she said, taking a deep breath. "Thank goodness you're cooking--because let me tell you, eL is a disaster in the kitchen. Though... I noticed the food's been better lately. I'm guessing that's what you're doing?"

I gave a modest smile. "Yes, that's me."

"Thought so," she said with a wink. "No worries, though. Do you want coffee? I can make regular, tall, espresso, cappuccino--whatever you like. Just don't ask for Kopi Luwak, because I'm all out." She winked again, clearly amused by her own joke.

"Kopi Luwak?" I asked, unfamiliar with the term.

"Yeah, it's this fancy coffee made from beans eaten by a civet--kind of like a wild cat--in Indonesia. They eat the coffee cherries and, uh, digest everything except the bean. It passes through them, and people collect the beans from their, well, poop."

She chuckled, waving off my surprise. "Yep! But don't worry, they're cleaned, washed, and roasted properly afterward. The fermentation that happens during digestion is what gives the beans this amazing, unique flavor. It's super expensive too. Weird, huh?"

I nodded, still wrapping my head around the idea.

That's... definitely something.

Wait, so you're saying people drink coffee made from... beans that were pooped out?"

"Well, people suck dick, swallow cum, lick pussy and some even eat ass. Not everybody but a lot do it. I'm not a big fan of cum and not everyone is a fan of coffee.

And you, you like the taste?"

"Ehm, coffee, yes, but I drink a lot of tea also."

"No Kissy, cum. Or haven't you tasted it yet."

"Cum, oh, ehm, yes. Well, I do have to be in the mood, ehm, horny, you know."

"Trust me, once you taste it, you'll get it," she said with a laugh, as she started pulling down mugs and preparing the coffee.

The doorbell rang again, cutting through the quiet tension in my mind. I froze for a moment, feeling my stomach flip. I had only ever known Mistress Angel, and now I was about to meet her friends--people who had been in her life for years, maybe decades.

Taking a deep breath, I opened the door. There was an obvious sporty girl.

She entered and looked at me. This had to be Cas.

Her sporty clothes--sleek leggings and a fitted jacket--made her look effortlessly cool. Her hair was pulled back in a casual ponytail, and she had an air of self-assurance that I couldn't help but envy.

"Kissy!" she said with a wide grin, her voice loud and warm, but her eyes flicked immediately down to my apron. "Wow, I wasn't expecting... this," she remarked, gesturing to my plain apron. "Not exactly the most, uh, seductive look, huh?"

I swallowed, trying to push past my nervousness. "Yeah, I guess it's not the most glamorous," I replied, offering a shy smile. "I've just been in the kitchen, cooking."

Her grin didn't waver, but her eyes scanned me again, her directness putting me a little on edge. "Well, I guess eL put you right to work, huh? Speaking of which, where's she hiding?"

"Upstairs," I said, smoothing down my apron again. "She's in the shower. And... Kawaii's up there too, checking on her."

Cas raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by the wait. "Ah, makes sense. eL does love to make us all wait for her grand entrances. And Coffee?"

"She's in the kitchen making coffee," I replied.

Cas's face brightened at the mention of food, her attention suddenly shifting. "Is that lasagna I smell?"

I nodded. "Yeah, it's almost done. The sauce is just finished."

"Perfect! I'm starving," Cas said, stepping past me without hesitation. "Guess I'll join you and Coffee in the kitchen then."

I closed the door behind her, feeling a bit of relief that I hadn't completely embarrassed myself in front of her--yet. I followed her back into the kitchen, where Coffee was busy brewing fresh cups. Cas immediately took charge of the space, her presence filling the room as if she belonged here more than I did.

"Mmm, Kissy's making lasagna, huh?" Cas said as she leaned against the counter, inhaling the scent of the simmering sauce. "Good thing you're cooking. If eL was left in charge, we'd all be eating burnt toast."

Coffee snorted, pouring herself another cup. "She's not wrong. eL's a disaster in the kitchen. Thank god you're here, Kissy." She gave me a quick wink, clearly more comfortable around these girls than I felt.

I smiled nervously, stirring the sauce again. "I'm just trying not to mess anything up."

Cas took a mug of coffee from Coffee and sipped it, her eyes still fixed on me. "Relax, Kissy. eL might be a bit... intense sometimes, but if you can cook a decent meal, you're already ahead of the game." She winked, trying to lighten the mood. "Though I'd suggest swapping that apron out for something a little less... grandma."

I let out a small laugh, grateful for the break in tension, though still feeling like the outsider in a tight-knit group. Cas turned to Coffee, who was watching the interaction with amusement.

"So, how long till eL graces us with her presence?" Cas asked, crossing her arms.

Coffee shrugged. "Who knows? She'll make an entrance whenever she's good and ready. We've got time."

Cas nodded and took another long sip of her coffee. "Good. Gives me time to scope out Kissy's lasagna skills."

I smiled, still feeling the pressure but a little more at ease with Cas's playful nature. They'd all known each other for so long, and here I was, trying to fit into their world. I just hoped I didn't burn the lasagna.

I filled two large oven-dishes with a layer of sauce, then the lasagna sheets, some needed a little cutting. A couple of slices of Mozzarella were added. The recipe said it was important that everything was covered with sauce.

When finally the saucepan was empty, I added a layer of the freshly made Bechamel and then added a royal sprinkling of shredded cheese. It went into the preheated oven and I set the timer to ten minutes, that was all the fresh slices of lasagne would need.

The doorbell rang for the third time, and I felt another wave of nerves hit. As I walked to the door, I could hear the laughter and chatter from the kitchen behind me, but now I had to face another one of Mistress Angel's friends, and I wasn't sure I could handle any more teasing or questioning.

I opened the door to find Sam standing there. She was tall, with a solid, athletic build, and her strong presence immediately filled the doorway. Unlike the others, she didn't smile right away. Instead, she tilted her head slightly and sniffed the air.

"Pasta sauce, huh?" she said, her voice low and commanding. "Guess that means eL isn't cooking." She gave me a smirk that was equal parts teasing and relieved. "Good. No offense to eL, but I'm still recovering from the last time she tried to make pasta."

I gave a nervous chuckle. "Yeah, I'm the one cooking."

Her eyes softened, and she stepped inside, shutting the door behind her. "You're Kissy, right? Nice to meet you. I'm Sam. The others probably didn't mention it, but I make killer sandwiches. I call them 'samwiches.' But I think your lasagna smells pretty amazing, so I won't hold it against you for not making sandwiches today."

"Nice to meet you too, Sam," I said, grateful for the small compliment.

She clapped me on the back--hard enough that I nearly stumbled--and then made her way to the kitchen, her confidence radiating off her as she entered. The moment she saw Coffee, she grinned.

"Well, look at you, Meg, still stocking up on caffeine, huh?" Sam teased, her tone playful but affectionate. "How many cups have you drinked today?"

Coffee rolled her eyes but smiled. "Only seven, Sam. And I've been perfecting my barista skills, thank you very much."

"Oh sure, I'll believe it when I see it," Sam shot back, shaking her head. "But you still can't compete with my sandwiches."

Cas chimed in from her spot by the counter. "Trust me, Sam, we already told Kissy she saved us from eL's cooking tonight. You're both off the hook."

Sam laughed heartily, then turned to me with a wide grin. "Sounds like you're already making a good impression, Kissy."

I smiled, feeling a little more relaxed now that Sam was joking around. But then, just as I started to ease into the group dynamic, the questions came.

"So, Kissy," Cas began, her tone curious and sharp, "how'd you get involved with eL?"

"And do you live nearby, or did you have to move here?" Meg added, her eyes narrowing slightly with interest.

Sam chimed in too, leaning against the counter and crossing her arms. "What's your deal, Kissy? How long have you been doing... this?"

The questions came so fast, I barely had time to think. It felt like a spotlight had been turned on me, and they were all waiting for answers.

"I--uh--" I stammered, trying to find the words, but then Meg jumped in with something even more personal.

"So, what exactly do you and eL do together?"

My face flushed red. That was far too private, and I wasn't comfortable answering. "I'd rather not--" I started, but Cas interrupted.

"Come on, we're all friends here," she said, leaning closer. "You can tell us."

The room felt like it was closing in. I didn't know how to answer without either offending them or exposing too much about myself. My hands tightened around the spoon I was using to stir the sauce, my voice barely above a whisper. "It's... personal."

Sam, noticing my discomfort, held up her hand to stop the barrage of questions. "Alright, give her a break, guys. She doesn't need to spill all her secrets just because she's new. We'll get to know her in time."

I shot Sam a grateful look, and she gave me a reassuring nod. Meg and Cas exchanged glances but seemed to back off a bit, sensing that they might have pushed too far.

"Sorry about that,"Meg said with a sheepish grin. "We're just curious."

Cas leaned back, shrugging. "Yeah, no pressure, Kissy. We're just trying to figure out who you are, that's all."

I nodded, still feeling a little flustered, but relieved that Sam had stepped in. As the questions faded, the conversation moved on, and the kitchen filled with the warmth of laughter and the comforting smell of lasagna.

As I looked at the lasagna bubbling in the oven, trying to keep up with the banter around me, my nerves were still on edge. The three girls filled the kitchen with easy laughter and conversation, all of them so comfortable with each other. It was clear they had years of shared history, and I felt like the odd one out. Every now and then, I'd catch myself referring to Angelique as "Mistress Angel" in my head, but I knew I couldn't slip up and call her that with everyone around. They all called her "eL" or "Lieke." I had to remember that.

"So, Kissy," Cas said, leaning against the counter, "how long until this masterpiece lasagna is done? I'm starving."

"Just a little longer," I replied, keeping my eyes on the pot. "Angel--" I quickly corrected myself, "Angelique said she wanted it ready by dinner."

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Cas smirk at my slight hesitation. Meg raised an eyebrow but didn't comment. I felt my cheeks warm with embarrassment, knowing they'd caught my slip. I forced a smile and continued working, trying to shake it off.

Before I could dwell on it too much, I heard footsteps from the hallway. Moments later, Angelique and Kawaii appeared in the doorway. Angelique had changed into a fresh outfit, her skin still glowing from the shower, and she looked completely at ease as she joined the group. Kawaii followed behind her, looking amused about something.

"Ah, smells amazing in here," Angelique said with a smile. She walked over to me, her eyes glancing at the oven. "Suzanne, you've outdone yourself. The sauce looks perfect."

I felt a small surge of pride at her compliment. "Thank you, M--" I caught myself again, swallowing down the word "Mistress" just in time. "Angelique."

She smiled knowingly but didn't say anything about my near-slip. I glanced at the others, and while Coffee gave me a teasing look, no one commented on it.

As Angelique moved to sit at the counter, she casually brushed her hair back, still damp from the shower.

"I was just upstairs, I had been sunbathing before so I hopped in the shower. I needed to unwind a bit."

Kawaii, who had been quiet up until now, suddenly burst out with a mischievous grin. "Yeah, sunbathing... sure, let's call it that." She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, earning a chorus of giggles from Cas and Coffee.

"What happened upstairs?" Coffee asked, leaning forward with a smirk.

Kawaii made a playful, innocent face. "Oh, nothing major. Just... a little bit of fun in the aftersun. Isn't that right, eL?"

Angelique shot her a look but couldn't hide the amused smile that tugged at her lips. "You always have to turn everything into a joke, don't you, Kawaii?"

Kawaii gave a dramatic shrug. "I can't help it. The upstairs has its... temptations."

The rest of the girls laughed, clearly in on whatever private joke was passing between them. I smiled too, but a nervous knot twisted in my stomach. I had no idea what had actually happened, and part of me was worried I was missing some crucial piece of the group's dynamic. Still, it seemed harmless enough, and Angelique didn't seem upset by Kawaii's teasing.

"Alright, enough with the mystery," Sam said, shaking her head at Kawaii's antics. "Let's just be grateful Kissy's lasagna is almost ready, or we'd be starving for the rest of the night."