23:52] Mirai Baudelaire sets her sewing aside for the time being, glancing at the nearly finished dress that she's hand finishing. She takes a great deal of pride in her work... But she really wants to make sure this one fits its intended wearer as well as the first one. Standing, she dusts off her lap and makes her way to the door, peeking her head out. "Hylaaaaas... Come see me for a moment! I need to speak to you." She calls, not caring who hears.
[23:54] Hylas Baudelaire blinks, looking up from her book, in her room. Immediately she jumps up out of her pool on a column of water, landing delicately on her feet. She looks down at her soaked clothing and then throws her arms and hands out to the side. All water splatters out of her clothing and hair, leaving her totally dry. She emerges a moment later into the hall after fixing her makeup, heading down to her mother. She stands outside her mothers door, staring nervously at the woman. "D-D-Did... D-Did I do something w-wrong momma...? I-I'm s-s-sorry if I did something bad...."
[00:07] Mirai Baudelaire opens her door wider, gesturing for Hylas to enter. Shutting the door behind her, she takes a seat back at her desk. "No.. No... You're not in trouble love. I've been working on something new and I just wanted to make absolutely certain it fit before I finished the seams and whatnot. If you would be so kind as to strip... I'll make this quick for you." She says, smiling brightly at her.
[00:09] Hylas Baudelaire steps inside, of course wearing her favorite outfit. She stares at her mother after the woman asks her to strip, eyes wide, and then nods nervously. "Y-Y-Yes Momma... I-I um... o-okay..." she murmurs, starting to work her clothes off. She's just barely starting to show a hint of breasts, not even really a cups yet. As soon as she is naked, her nipples are obviously hard and far puffier than they used to be, thanks to estrogen. When all her clothes are off and folded, she stands before her mother again. "I-I-Is this good...?"
[00:16] Mirai Baudelaire nods, standing again as she watches get strip. By the time she's done, Mirai has slowly circled her twice, occasionally brushing her cool fingers over her warm skin casually. Stepping away, she places a hand on her hip, retrieving her project and dealing it over her arm. From what can be seen, it's the girliest shade of pink imaginable, with lace trim. "I made you a new dress. To add to your wardrobe. Isn't that exciting?"
[00:19] Hylas Baudelaire shudders at the contact of her mother's fingers. Her eyes lock on the pink and lace and she shivers again. "I-I-It's pink... a-and f-frilly... I-I know I'm a g-g-girl momma b-b-but that seems a l-l-little... nnn... I-I mean im grateful j-just..." she replies, trailing off nervously, ears folding back against her skull, tail tucking between her legs.
[00:27] Mirai Baudelaire steps closer, extending her arm and smiling. "Your point is? Go ahead... Try it out. I've worked very hard to make this for you and you're going to try it on so I can see how it fits. Now... What do you say?"
[00:28] Mirai Baudelaire: She leans closer, an expectant look on her face.
[00:39] Hylas Baudelaire whimpers and takes the garment, presumably a dress, and nods slowly. She works it on then, getting it all straight and set, making sure everything is in place, and then looks to her mother, hoping for a description in the next post. "...I-it... it f-f-f-fits...." she mumbles, clearly humiliated
[00:45] Mirai Baudelaire claps her hands, grinning at the sight of the garment in her daughter. Granted, if she'd stuck with the original design, the pink might not have been so bad. The dress was fitted well and say flatteringly, but she'd added frilly lace trim at the hem and at the cap sleeved shoulders and neckline, leaving it looking nauseatingly girly. "It looks better than I thought it would! Oh I can't wait to finish so you can show everyone! Just think...." She gushes, clearly pleased with herself. She reaches for her sewing needle and thread, tacking up a part of the hem that's just a bit too long, seemingly inhibiting how humiliating the dress is to Hylas.
[00:48] Hylas Baudelaire whimpers pathetically in the frilly pink garment, with all the lace and the obnoxious level girliness. "W-W-What? N-No... n-no please... I-I can't show everyone... m-m-momma n-no... N-Not this p-please..." she stammers, trying to squirm away from her mother carefully, so as to not damage the garment. She looks absolutely terrified of anyone seeing her in it, humiliated at the idea, and god knows what that level of powerful and intense embarrassment is doing to her libido.
[00:54] Mirai Baudelaire growls, intentionally poking Hylas in the leg with her needle to grab her attention."You can and you will wear it. I'm not asking you on this. "She hisses, returning to her hemming." You look so pretty. Like a cute little princess all dressed up... Mm. I bet if we got you some cute shoes.... You'd look even cuter. "
[00:57] Hylas Baudelaire jumpsqueaks in pain as the needle stabs into her leg, ceasing her escape attempts and falling still - save for the trembling. "I-I-I... M-M-Momma no... I-I'm not a p-princess... p-please t-this is h-h-humiliating... I-I... I-I'm g-g-grateful b-but p-please n-no..." she whines, staring at the floor, hands gripping the hem of her dress to keep it down over her groin.
[01:08] Mirai Baudelaire "You're a pretty fucking Princess and you're going to wear this dress the next time you meet everyone.. And you're going to fucking smile..." She says cooly, setting her needle and thread aside and drawing herself up to her full height."Now...move your hands and stand still or I will make you "
[01:10] Hylas Baudelaire shudders at her mother's orders, still staring at the floor. Without letting her eyes drift up, she shakes her head vehemently, taking a stand even as terrified and trembling as she is. "N-N-No... No m-momma I w-w-won't d-d-do that and I w-w-won't move my hands!" she replies, whimpering after the last just because of the failure at attempting to speak forcefully and because she knows what is coming.
[01:19] Mirai Baudelaire: /me blinks, momentarily stunned by her refusal. She smiles, at a loss for words. Suddenly, she lunges at her, shoving her to the floor with a grunt. "I know... that you didn't just refuse an order. I know that the words that came out of your pretty little mouth were 'Yes momma.' Right? Right? Right... I know I heard those words..." She mutters, disbelief and irritation in her voice. "That's what I heard, right, Hylas?"
[01:22] Hylas Baudelaire trembles harder than ever, but actually manages to stand her ground for several moments, slowly swinging her head from side to side. "M-M-Momma I-I... t-t-t-this is h-humiliating...t-t-they'll laugh at me and A-Alita w-will e-e-embarrass me a-a-and force f-fuck me a-and... i d-d-d-don't want to d-do... I s-s-s-said no..." she stammers, voice barely audible. She's clearly about to break down and say yes, but golly, it's just too late.
[01:26] Mirai Baudelaire delivers a stinging slap to her cheek, frowning as she continues to speak. "I didn't ask you all of that. I told you that you're going to wear the dress. You answer to me. And as such, when I give you an order, you do it without question. " Mirai's voice is smooth, oozing with promised pain if she says the wrong thing again. "Now..... What say you?"
[01:31] Hylas Baudelaire stumbles as the slap hits, utterly shocked. She turns teary eyes to her mother, hand rising off of her dress to her cheek. Hylas seems to have forgotten she is the child of Vic, who is Mirai's property, extending ownership to Hylas by technicality. She drops her hand back to her dress, whining, and looks to the floor. "M-M-Momma N-No! I w-w-w-won't... I-I-I won't d-d-do it!"
[01:42] Mirai Baudelaire grabs hold of her wrist, pinning it to the floor beside her head with a growl. "You forget your place, you little brat. I didn't ask you. And now I suppose I'm going to have to teach you who you belong to... All over again" She says, sliding the dress up over her torso as she straddles her. "Won't that be fun, sissy girl?"
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[01:46] Hylas Baudelaire oofs as she hits the floor, tackled by her mother. She struggles weakly, whimpering and shaking, until her mother starts speaking. She falls still as her mother tells her what is going to happen, her eyes widening, pale blue tears weeping out onto her cheeks. She squirms again as the dress is hiked up, "N-No M-Momma p-please I-I... I-I change my mind, I-I'm sorry p-please... I-I belong to m-momma... I-I-I'm sorry I-I... p-please m-m-momma..." she whines, trying to cover her rock hard, tiny little cock. Her cheeks are positively black with blush. In fact, most of her face is.
[01:56] Mirai Baudelaire "It's too late for all that, Hylas. You wanted to be a disobedient little girl, so now I'm going to treat you like one. " She pauses, eyes trailing along her body until she comes to her crotch. "Awwww..look at it. It's such a cute widdle bitty thing. It's most definitely a good thing you're a girl..." She trails off, caressing her balls with her free hand. "You're going to learn... Today..." Her grip tightens around , squeezing tight.
[01:59] Hylas Baudelaire shakes like a leaf beneath her mother, her hands till trying to cover her cock up, though not her balls. She shivers at the words, at the contact of her mother's hand on her rather large balls - and then the squeeze. A sharp, piercing yelp forces itself out of Hylas and her hands snap to the sides, exposing her tiny, drooling cock as she claws at the floor. "M-M-Momma! T-That H-Hurts!"
[02:05] Mirai Baudelaire 's grip tightens further, intensifying her suffering before... She's released. The grip is gone and in its place, soothing caresses to the tender flesh. "I know it hurts. It's going to hurt, until you learn your place as momma's obedient little girl. " The grip returns, tighter than before. "Although I do love how you're not begging me to stop."
[02:07] Hylas Baudelaire outright screams in agony as the squeeze tightens, hips pressing up off the floor as she tries to lessen the pressure - and then she goes limp as she is released, panting and whimpering, claws dug into the floorboards. "M-Momma p-please i-it... p-please it hurts... p-please no more, I-I... p-p-please..." she half sobs, her cock throbbing and pulsing fluids onto her balls, betraying her real feelings on the situation. "P-Please... I-I j-just... I-I... I d-d-don't... p-please...."
[02:12] Mirai Baudelaire releases and roughly slaps her balls, watching her reaction. She laughs as she realizes just how aroused she is by the situation. "Look at this... Even with me torturing your balls, your tiiiiiny little dick is rock hard and you're dripping. Dirty little pain slut..." Flicking her cock, she laughs again. "But you're still mommy's pretty little sissy girl. "
[02:15] Hylas Baudelaire jumps in shock, a high pitched half-yelp, half... MOAN... passing Hylas's lips. She snaps a hand to her mouth, clamping it shut, eyes wide and terrified. "N-Not a s-s-s-s-sissy... n-n-n-not..." she barely manages to stammer as her cock continues throbbing and pulsing pre out, and her slit positively drools fluid onto the floor, proving that she's not just a liar, she's a masochistic liar.
[02:21] Mirai Baudelaire slaps her balls again, harder this time, chuckling. "You're a list. You, Hylas are sissy girl. And your little sissy dick is drooling because you like it when mama hurts you. It's feeling sooo goooood..." She taunts her, caressing her balls and then lower to her slit, collecting some of her wetness on her fingers. Lifting her hand away, she rubs some between two fingers before slapping her across the face again, smearing it across her cheek.
[02:25] Hylas Baudelaire jumps again, hips bucking upwards in shock and agony, another squeak moan passing her lips at the shock of the slap. Her hand moves from her mouth, clawing at the floor, and she looks to her mother, her eyes starting to take on a no doubt familiar empty, desperate look - and then her face is slapped and she lets her head turn to the side, leaving it that way, her mouth open, panting for ragged breaths. "M-M-Momma..." she whines, hips still bucking slightly, eyes half lidded. "M-M-Momma please... M-Momma p-p-p-p-please..." she adds, her voice sounding... more... thoughtless. "..p-please m-more..."
[02:35] Mirai Baudelaire slowly releases her wrists, using the more free hand to take hold of Hylas' chin and guide her face back toward her own. "More what, princess? Telling you what a dirty little pain slut you are?" She leans closer, resting her on Hylas. "Reminding you that you're momma's sweet little sissy girl? Look at you... A few little slaps and you're panting like a breathless whore...I don't think you could even handle another."
[02:37] Hylas Baudelaire barely resists her face being turned, her empty eyes facing her mother again, the pale blue tears still rolling down her cheeks. She whimpers at the thought of there being nothing else, eyes widening and focusing a little. "M-Momma p-please... I-I'm... I-I'm a s-s-sissy... w-whore p-please... please more... please m-more... please d-don't stop," she begs, her voice high pitched and breathy, positively pathetic with her intense desire.
[02:41] Mirai Baudelaire smirks, drawing back just enough to look into her eyes. "You're a what now? I didn't quite catch that.... Say it louder..." She urges, nibbling along her jaw absently before releasing her and lightly patting her cheek with her hand. "Come in... I want to be able to hear it..."
[02:43] Hylas Baudelaire trembles, her eyes going empty again as the humiliation and desire overwhelm her. "M-Momma p-please... M-Momma please... P-Please! I-I'm a s-s-sissy whore! P-Please... Please m-m-more! P-Please!" she answers as demanded, practically sobbing out the last, too desperate to even bother with controlling the volume of her voice. She just... she needs it... she wants to please her momma and learn her place so, so bad.
[02:51] Mirai Baudelaire smiles, winding back and delivering the next slap, the impact ringing crisply in the room. "That's correct. You're my sissy whore and you exist to serve Momma. Your only thought should be to do whatever you're told to do... And to sit and look pretty when Momma dresses you up. Everything else is irrelevant. " She states matter of factly, once again caressing her body. "Understood?"
[02:54] Hylas Baudelaire yelp-moans in agony at the slap, hips rising and pre spurting onto her lean, muscled stomach. "M-M-Momma's... s-s-sissy whore... exist t-t-to serve m-momma... m-moma's stupid s-s-sissy bitch... m-momma's toy!" she cries, whimpering and squirming her hips, pressing them up over and over again as if trying to beg with her body for more. He eyes are utterly empty, half rolled back and half lidded in her current mentally lost, utterly and perfectly submissive state.