Stepping Up | Bitch-Sitting

 

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“Bring me my champagne and be quick about it.  Be useful for once.”  Jacob flicked his wrist dismissively, taking a moment to admire his manicured nails - stark white in contrast to black dress adorning his body.  

“Yes, dear,” The man kneeling at his feet said before gathering himself and walking out.

“Yes, MA’AM” Jacob corrected, watching the man flinch.  Jacob’s lips curled into a smile, still wet from pink gloss.  He didn’t want to admit it, but tormenting his father in this fashion was fun.  He had grown up thinking his father was such a powerful and prideful man.  Now he saw him in a different light; sniveling.  Weak.  Pathetic.

“Admit it, you love this,” The voice in his head whispered.  He tried to shake his mind free of her influence but he couldn’t resist.  His delicate hands rose up to caress his creamy breasts, admiring their shape.  The same breasts his stepmother Lilly possessed.  Her voice tickled his thoughts as he admired his lustful curves.  “You see your father as I see him - a plaything.”

He stayed silent, unable to deny her words. Lilly’s thoughts had truly colored Jacob’s psyche.  All of her cunning, debaucherous desires were seeping into his mind, corrupting and twisting him into her carbon copy.  Her words sunk deep into his subconscious, making sure Jacob’s heart matched his feminine body.  He tried to hold onto his sense of self by focusing on his contempt for her but his resistance was crumbling fast.  God help him, he didn’t expect to love being his own stepmother.  She was away spending her husband’s money, but here influence was assured thanks to the double she created in her absence.

“Why does it feel so good?” The former Jacob whispered, rubbing her thighs together as she tried to quell the damp warmth between them.  Instead, her arousal grew, her eyes glancing over at the mirror. “Gawd I’m so hot.”  She moaned in the same voice as the original Lilly, her reflection’s lashes waving at her.  Her mind was permanently shifting to the feminine, dominating Jacob’s sense of self.

“You ARE hot,” The voice within her said.  “You are a hot, sexy bitch and you know it.  It’s who you are now.”  The new Lilly didn’t want to give the original satisfaction.  Still, how could she deny it?  It felt so GOOD to be bitch to her former father.  She loved seeing how sexy she looked in the tight dress contouring to her curves.  Everything from her lipstick to her heels to her perfume oozed lavish decadence.   She was feminine perfection - just like her stepmother.  “You’ll give in soon enough. Just let me wash over you.  You’re Lilly and it feels good to be a bitch.”  She sighed and let herself entertain the thoughts overriding her masculine perception.  She was going to give in and let herself be Lilly in every way.  Her lover was on his way and she would spread her legs for him on her marriage bed while her husband listened behind locked doors.  Then she would be ready to accept herself as the hot sexy bitch she had become.