The Landlord's Sissy Bride | Sneak Preview

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Tisha’s alarm cut through the darkness at exactly two in the morning.

She groaned softly and rolled onto her back, blinking up at the ceiling as the sound continued, insistent and sharp against the quiet. After a moment, she reached out and silenced it, letting her arm fall back onto the mattress. The flat settled again, the hum of the city distant and muted at this hour.

She sat up slowly, the sheet slipping down her back, and reached for the dressing gown hanging from the chair beside the bed. She shrugged into it and tied the belt loosely at her waist, the fabric warm against her skin.

The room around her was a familiar mess.

Canvases leaned against the walls at odd angles, some finished, others layered with half-formed ideas. Sketches were spread across the floor, charcoal lines overlapping, corners curling. Open jars of brushes sat on a low table beside tubes of paint and a mug stained with old coffee. The air carried the faint smell of turpentine and incense, layered together in a way that felt like home to her.

Tisha stood and stretched, then reached up and gathered her hair, tying it back with a practised twist. Her movements were slow but purposeful now, the sleep still clinging to her but no longer in control. There were things to do.

She crossed the room and picked up a bag from beside the door. It was already packed with what she needed. She checked it briefly, fingers brushing over what was inside, then slung it over her shoulder.

The flat was quiet as she moved through it, her bare feet soundless on the floor. She paused for a moment at the door, one hand resting on the handle, her expression thoughtful rather than tired.

Then she opened it and stepped out into the hallway, pulling the door closed behind her with a soft click, already awake now, already focused, and headed out.

Tisha moved quietly down the stairwell, her bare feet barely making a sound against the steps. The building felt different at this hour. A little spooky as if souls had been removed and all that remained was concrete and glass. The usual background noises had drained away, leaving only the faint hum of electricity and the distant echo of traffic far beyond the walls.

She stopped outside Josh’s flat.

For a moment, she did nothing.

She leaned in slightly, head tilted, listening. There was no movement. No voices. No television. Not even the subtle sounds of someone turning in their sleep. The silence was complete, heavy enough to make her a little more nervous. If there had been noise, she would have an excuse not to continue. She could go back to bed and relax.

Tisha reached into the pocket of her dressing gown and took out a key.

She didn’t hesitate now.

The lock turned smoothly, barely a sound, and she pushed the door open just enough to slip inside. She closed it behind her with care, easing it shut until it clicked softly into place.

The flat was dark.

Moonlight filtered in through the curtains, laying pale shapes across the floor and furniture. The air was still, carrying that familiar, faint perfume that seemed to have settled into the space. Everything was exactly where it should be. Nothing disturbed. Nothing out of place. She had worked hard to redecorate it over the past few days and she was quite pleased with her efforts.

Tisha stood just inside the door, eyes adjusting, listening again.

She moved further into the flat, guided by the faint outline of the bedroom doorway. The darkness softened everything, edges blurring into one another as her eyes adjusted. She stopped when she reached the threshold and looked in.

Josh lay sprawled across the bed, completely still.

He was clearly out for the count. One arm lay flung loosely above his head, the other resting across his stomach. His breathing was slow and even, deep enough to gently lift and lower his chest. The curtains were drawn but not tightly, allowing a thin wash of moonlight to slip through and settle over him.

The white lingerie caught the light.

The satin bra stood out against his skin, pale and bright, the straps snug against his shoulders. The panties followed the clean line of his hips, and the sheer stockings clung softly to his legs, their subtle sheen visible even in the gloom. The contrast made him look strangely luminous, as though he belonged more to the dream than the room around him.

Tisha’s mouth curved into a small, thoughtful smile.

“Cute,” she murmured quietly, more to herself than anyone else.

She stepped inside and closed the bedroom door behind her just enough to keep the rest of the flat out. The scent of perfume hung heavier here, mingled with something else. Alcohol, faint but present. The vodka. She glanced briefly at the bedside table and noted the empty bottle before returning her attention to him.

Tisha sat down on the edge of the bed.

The mattress dipped under her weight, but Josh didn’t stir. She leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on her knees, hands loose in her lap. For a long moment, she simply watched him, studying the way the satin bra rose and fell with each breath, the way his face softened in sleep.

There was no judgment in her gaze. No shock. Only curiosity, and a quiet satisfaction.

She took in the details slowly. His longish hair falling into his eyes. The smoothness of his skin where the stockings ended. The way his body seemed to relax fully into the space, unguarded in a way he probably never was when awake.

Tisha sat there in the half-light, silent and still, letting the moment stretch. Whatever Jack had started, whatever Josh had stumbled into, it was all there in front of her now, laid bare. She opened the bag and took out the small gun-like contraption Jack had given her. She realised that he had tasked her with this not least because he wanted her involved sooner than later and mostly so she would not able to back down because she was culpable. She drew a small cartridge from the bag and loaded it into the gun.

This was the point of no return. She gently pulled the young man’s bra straps down to reveal his pectorals. As Jack had shown her, she pressed the gun directly onto his nipple and pulled the trigger gently. There was a small snapping sound, and Josh groaned, his lips parting slightly. She waited a moment, catching her breath, and then loaded another cartridge and did the same to his other nipple. This time, Josh did not move. His breathing was even and shallow. She wondered what dreams he was having.

She put the gun away and then took out a box and opened it. Inside was a metal chastity device. She pulled his silk panties down and fitted the ring around his hairless balls and cock. Then she slid the cage over him and clicked it into place. Finally, she locked it with a small key and then gave it a little tug to make sure it was secure. She pulled up his panties and giggled softly.

Her final task was to gather up all his male clothes. This wasn’t that difficult. The bag on the side was still unpacked, and only a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and some underpants lay on the carpet by the dresser.

Tisha slipped out as quietly as she’d come, closing the door behind her until the latch clicked softly into place.

The flat fell back into silence.

Josh dreamed on, unaware that something subtle had shifted, already beginning to work its way through him as the night deepened around the building.