She sat down on the stool in front of him. He heard the rustling of expensive hosiery as she crossed her silken legs. When she extended her foot his tongue automatically lapped at the sole of her shoe. It was a conditioned reflex, see a woman’s shoe and lick it clean.

While his tongue worshipped her foot she opened her purse and removed her cigarettes. "Is smoking permitted here?" she asked a passing Warder.

"Of course, there’s no concern about second-hand smoke with our stock. The collection equipment is self-contained and sterilized off-site." The Warder nodded to the subject. "This the one you’re going to milk?"

"No, we’re just having a family talk, aren’t we Daddy?" Her sing-song voice didn’t hide the menace in her eyes. She turned to the Warder, "are there ashtrays?"

"Something else to clean up, their mouths work just as well. I’ll leave you to your family reunion." The Warder laughed and walked off, slapping her crop against her leather boot.

Susan lit her cigarette and smoked in silence. "Open." She said it in a simple, everyday fashion, confident that a properly trained male would respond. And he did, tilting his head back and opening his mouth wide.

She leaned forward to blow smoke in his face and tapped an ash into the waiting mouth. A smile crossed her lips as he dutifully swallowed the ash and opened his mouth for yet another. She looked at the ring in his nose; he’d been one of the problem ones when he first arrived in the stables. "How long have you been here?" It amused her to watch his face as he tried to think. Maybe the rumors are true; maybe they do begin to lose their cognitive abilities the longer they’re here.

"I - I don’t know."

"What year is it?" She tapped more ash into his mouth.

"I, I…"

She kicked him with the toe of her high heel. "Being in here hasn’t made you any smarter. Mother was right to sell you off. Our new sissy maid is much better than you." She leaned in close to whisper, "and Mother’s lover, Miguel, fucks her like you never could, long and hard."

He started to cry. Did she only come here to torment me? "Please, please, this place, they - "

"Open." Again, the simple command shut him up and earned him more ash in his awaiting mouth. "Seven years. You’ve been in here over seven years. I think I was twelve when Mother finally had enough of you and sold you off."

She removed an i-Pod from her purse and dialed up a picture. "Recognize her?" she asked.

He blinked his eyes and focused on the picture, a young girl, attractive, but not pretty. She had long blonde hair and wore a black and white maid’s dress, fishnet stockings and very high heels. The most noticeable thing were the girl’s breasts, hugely out of proportion to the rest of her.

"Notice those do you?" Susan smiled and thumbed the wheel on the device to bring up another picture, a close-up of the girl’s bosom. "They’re 44FF’s. We had to have her maid uniforms custom-made to accommodate them."

He nodded and continued to stare as she selected picture after picture: the girl in a bra and panties, the girl with bare tits showing abnormally large nipples, the girl with clothespins on her nipples, the girl sucking someone’s cock, the girl being ass-fucked.

Susan shook her head with disbelief as she watched him try to think, to remember, his eyes glued to the pictures of the young girl. "Do you remember your son – my little baby brother?" She spoke the last words with derision.

When he looked up at her his eyes still held the same far-away, confused look.

She poked him with the i-Pod to draw his attention back to the screen. "That’s your son; Violet, our assistant sissy maid is your son Robert.

He shook his head, in frustration, in denial, in confusion.

"Yes, that’s right." She smiled, sat back and lit another cigarette. "Mother pegged baby brother as a loser, a wimp, early on. She knew he’d turn out like you if she didn’t take matters in hand, so after she sold you off she started feminizing Robert. Open," she flicked more ash into his mouth. "Domestic training, hormones, and of course the breast implants. Impressive aren’t they? And the doctor made those hideous nipples very sensitive. I love to flick them with my fingernails, pinch them, twist them; it drives poor Violet wild. She’s my personal sissy maid. Oh, she’s still got a bit of manhood; Mother left that intact. But lack of use and hormones have rendered it useless except to torture her – which I do. Mother’s lover, Miguel, uses Violet; that’s him with his cock in her ass and her mouth. Violet loves it; she’s a cock-whore. So you’re in the Smythe Stables and your son is our sissy maid slut. I’d say everyone is exactly where they need to be."

She stood up, dropped her cigarette butt in his mouth, and laughed as he choked to swallow it down. "And you’ll stay here; this is your life, for the rest of your life. Enjoy it Daddy." His sobs of despair didn’t even cause her to look back as she spun on her heel and walked out of the pen.

Copyright 2008 by Constance Pennington Smythe