*****

Miss FLR – Meet the Partners & Marriage…

Two weeks with no direct contact. Two visits by Cum to unlock cage so I could do a complete cleaning. Terrible blue balls and an erection kept popping up while cleaning. Each time Cum stepped in to squeeze balls until flaccid. Kept my mind focused on Miss. She wants this. But that just made me get hard again.

Spoke with Janet, my therapist, about the restaurant alley scene. My confusion. What did Miss really want?

“Lucas, you are her toy. Her pet. She was playing and teasing you. There was no right answer. Stop thinking in male logic.” Huh?

“Think about this. Play fetch with a dog. Fun. Now fake a throw. The dog takes off but can’t find it. Show it to them, and they are excited that it’ll get thrown again. Happy even when being tricked and teased. You’re the happy dog.”

“Guess I understand the tease part.”

“She was toying with you. A mild mind fuck. Mind fucking comes in many forms. Example. She has you jerking off. When you are struggling on the edge she asks ‘do you want to cum?’ You are fucked. Say yes and you are a selfish dick led male. Say no, and she’ll say Fine, you’re done.” I got the point.

Did not speak to Miss at all those weeks. Got texts with edicts. Ended up donating most of my clothes. Had me keep 10 days of work clothes and my three-piece ensemble. Got rid of almost all the furniture. Preparing to sell my Condo?

The blood test was great news. Making sure I do not have STDs. Made my balls spin worse. Sex was imminent, I thought. Even if it were one-sided, I would be thrilled.

Could you text ‘Meet Saturday 10 am’ followed by the address of a coffee shop near City Hall? I’m up very early, and I’m not sure what to wear. Ding. And ‘3 piece’. For coffee and breakfast?

I stopped that thought. I would make her happy. I arrived at 9:15 and waited outside. At 10:30, she arrived with another woman. The lady was a few inches taller than Miss, about my age. She was Hispanic with a slim but curvy figure. Her face had a tough, hard look. Her eyes bore through me.

A Hispanic lady was in a skintight, below-the-knee, blue dress. Heavy black leather biker boots. Miss in a very dressy, frilly white blouse. Drew attention to her braless breasts. Knee-high skintight black leather skirt. Sexiest woman alive.

Snapped out of it. Knelt to kiss Miss’s shoes. A few out-of-towners stopped and stared. Locals ignore everything. Miss’s foot gestured, pointing me to the other woman’s boots. Kissed them.

“Stand. Give me a $100. Stay right here.” They went in to get coffees. Busy time. It took 15 minutes. Did get to see Miss’s ass through the window. Small firm and curvy. Pain shot out of my caged dick.

They walked away. Followed over to City Hall. Ended up in a Judge’s office. Cum was there. The secretary said hi to Julia and Triana. Julia! Finally, Miss’s given name. The group went into the judge’s office. The older, stout gray gray-haired woman greeted Julia. Said congratulations. Marriage license? Why the judge?

We signed. Four of us lined up in front of the judge. Cum placed a hand on my shoulder pressing me down to kneeling.

The judge smiled down. “Do you, Lucas, take Julia as your wife? To love, honor, obey, and serve, for the rest of your life?” “I do.”

“Do you, Julia, accept Lucas as your husband? To use, take care of, for your joy and happiness? Until he dies or is no longer of use?” “I do.”

“I pronounce you woman and husband.”

Miss took my face in her hands and kissed my forehead.

The three women traded hugs.

Judge: “Julia, enjoy and have fun.”

We headed uptown. Cum and I walking behind the ladies. He kept his head down, staring at their feet. Put my head down too, but peeked at the two sexy asses. Cage is killing me. Walking with it is awkward, and a budding erection made it problematic.

Ten or twelve blocks later, we entered a dark-themed boutique. Inside is a Tattoo and Piercing business. Julia was again greeted by name. The owner is a mid-30s, pretty, heavily tattooed lady.

“Carla, take the boys back.” We were ushered into a smallish room by an older, very pale, thin woman. The room contained a gynecology-like table. Not getting a tattoo?

Carla pointed at me, “Strip. On the table,” German accent. Snapped her fingers at Cum and he sat on the floor in a corner. Exposed again to a stranger. Struggled to accept the humiliation. This time by a woman close to my age.

She positioned me ass to the edge and swung out the stirrups for my feet. Strapped them in. Flinched as she cuffed my wrists to the table edges.

“So you won’t interfere and hurt yourself.” Fear was building. Not getting a tattoo. We were left alone for half an hour.

Carla returned with the owner and a young lady. The owner and Carla put on surgical gloves, unlocked the cage, and removed it.

Owner: “Did you clean it this morning?” Nodded yes.

“Look at the ceiling. Or we’ll blindfold you.” Felt junk being cleaned with a wipe. Stung a little. Fear kept me flaccid, thank god.

Penis was pulled and stretched by its head. Then pulled up towards my navel.

“Measurements are exactly correct. Good boy Cum. Lillie.” Felt something metallic pressed on the head.

“Yes, Ma’am, no adjustment needed. Should be close to a perfect fit for the requirements.” Left us again over an hour ago.

Lillie came in with Carla and had me sign a release form.

“Just sign it, Julia approved for you.” Another test? Worried but signed it. Moments later, the other women came back. Crowded in the tight space. Dick twitched.

Owner: “Confirm no numbing? Can’t have him screaming.”

Miss: “Correct. No numbing. Pussy will quiet him if needed. Tiny try to stay quiet. She will smother you if you do not.”

Who is Pussy? Triana is. Climbed up and sat high on my chest. Her ass inches from my face. Dick started growing. Pain as one of them dug a fingernail into the dickhead. Flaccid.

Carla: “Fucking old men can’t control it.” Felt her fingers move to hold the head from the sides.

Owner: “Cage and piercing will. Pussy get ready. OK, Tiny, take a nice deep breath, hold it. Breath it all out. Hold!”

Something cool and hard pressed into the tip of the urethra. Moved down some… Roared. Horrific pain. Choked lungs empty. Triana rolled her weight back to cover my face. The head trapped couldn’t move or breath. Strained to breathe in. Tried to move my head to the side. Lungs burned. Penis head on fire. Christ felt like a hot needle was shoved through it.

“Pussy, let him take a few breathes. Tiny, control yourself before she kills you. Be a good boy.” Gasped a few quick breaths as she relented. Her ass lifted just an inch above me. Light-headed and seeing spots.

“OK, here we go. This will not be as bad. It will take a minute or so. Deep breath and hold it.” Complied. Pussy pressed her full weight back down.

Strong, sharp pain again. Movements something pressing through the tip. Weight relented and took a breath. This went on seemingly forever, maybe just a minute. Even after I was freely breathing again was semi-conscious. Pain is strong and throbbing. Time crawled.

Triana got down. Peeked to see Carla wrapping the penis in gauze.

“Cum take Tiny’s cage. Ladies, sure he can stay uncaged for a week?”

The owner answered, “Oh yes. If there is a hint of erection, he will scream like that again. Perfect short term penis control. Sadists love it. Sorry, Julia.”

“I wish I had a sadistic streak, but there is pain in every relationship. Tiny congratulations, you have your wedding ring.” She pecked me on the cheek. Her eyes showed concern. She really cared about me.

“Try not to pee for 12 or more hours. The little tube keeps the urethra from sealing up. But pee will only dribble out very slowly. I’d like you to remove the tube tomorrow afternoon. The first pee or two after will sting badly. Kept him in the diapers all week.”

Women watched as Carla helped me into an adult diaper.

Carla: “Good boy, Tiny.” Little mocking claps. The woman does not like submissive men. Or all men?

The trip to Miss’s place was in a large limo. I resisted begging for pain meds, as it would have been fruitless.

Thankfully, the limo took us into the garage and up to a private elevator. The building is one of the post-9/11 towers on the west side of Central Park. We entered her Condo. Cum and I undressed, and he took our clothes away.

“You can keep diapers on today and tomorrow. Otherwise, you are never to wear any clothing here. Under any circumstances. Everybody knows our lifestyle.”

The Condo is a very large two-story building with a very, very high floor. I have no idea about the upstairs; men are not allowed. The whole place looks straight out of Martha Stewart’s world. It is very stylish, feminine, and very expensive. I had not thought about Miss’s wealth. I guess the Condo was above 25 million dollars.

Miss allowed me to sit on the living room floor. The ladies shared coffee.

“My slave, this is the best day of your life. We both learned from our previous mistakes. You need to work very hard to catch up with the world and our lifestyle. My family is Poly. Pussy, Bitch to you, is my senior partner. Explain your names.”

“I am Miss’s Pussy. You are what you eat. Want to eat her every minute of my life. And I eat any pussy she tells me to.” Hot. But for the pain I was in penis would come to life.

“Bitch to all men. Try me. I am the family sadist. If Miss would let me, I’d castrate you two wimps.” Her eyes are angry. She meant it.

“Pussy enough. You’ll have decades to torment him. She is in charge here when I am not around. You are a servant. Do any chores she directs. Regular things learn and do. She is not your mama. She’s your drill sergeant with a cane.” I’ve looked it over for an answer.

“Yes, Miss.”

“And for Bitch?” Pain must be a teacher.

“Thank you Bitch for smothering my uncontrolled screams.” Bitch’s eyes still steel.

“Good boy. She also takes care of all punishments. If you are perfect, I will be glad. Punishments are the bad part of having sub slaves. Do not strain me with them.” My head nodded yes throughout all.

“Cum is below even you. Been with me 15 years. Good slave, but he is a doormat. Wants it so much that he has no limits or emotions like humiliation. Could never love him. Need a real man who will suffer for me. I picked you.” Smiled and felt pride. Momentarily forgot the pain.

“Lovers are an integral part of our lifestyle. Picked by me. Only exception is Pussy does not have sex with men. We are otherwise completely open to all types and lifestyles.” She looked into my eyes, searching.

“Dispatch all your beliefs. Janet and I had a long conversation before I decided to marry you. You were terribly repressed. We will wash that away. Tiny is my blank slate. Training you to be my perfect little sex pet sub.

Bitch “All fours face Miss.” She joined me on the floor and took off Miss’s shoes.

“Foot worship is an expression of love. Lick them clean then suck the toes.” She led me through the process. Feet are sweaty and salty. But so sexy. Miss smiling down at me. Licked the soles, tops, between the toes and finally sucked toes.

“Keep sucking till she stops you.” She returned to the couch, kissing Miss deeply. Her hands were unbuttoning the white blouse. Saw Miss’s magnificent tits. B cup with just a little sag. Tanned with large, erect nipples. Bitch sucked each for minutes. Concentrated sucking toes but snuck peeks up to watch them. Sharp pain. Damn penis.

Fingers slipped into Miss’s vagina. Could not see it. Smelled and heard it. Tried to ignore the shooting pains.

They kept it up for a long time. I made several passes on all Miss’s toes. Her feet are so sexy.

“OK Pussy upstairs.” Foot nudged my head away.

“Tiny husband, rest up. Tomorrow will be a long day.”

Miss took Pussy’s hand and moved it to rub her juices across my nose and lips. Nirvana and pain.

*****

Miss FLR – Learn the Lifestyle…

Pain eased each day. Pissing was difficult. Balls bursting. Ladies were topless most of the time. Miss has belly button jewelry.

“Tiny. Pussy is going to help you with your studies. Be a good boy this week, and I’ll take you to a party on the weekend.”

Learned chores and routines. Each day Bitch(Pussy) had me study on a tablet. Discovered piercing is a reverse Prince Albert. 4 to 6 weeks to recover. Most of the things I was assigned to read were on LGBTQ+ sites catering to females. Not FLR sites. Articles female female-focused. How-tos and advice for Poly relationships. And sex for females. What women want in foreplay. Body worship. Oral. And was required to listen to FLR training audios.

Cum and I shared a converted walk-in closet. His cage is locked to a chain bolted to the floor at night. Sound came on occasionally at night. Miss being pleasured by Pussy. Miss is loud during orgasms. Whimpered begging by Pussy. She was denied, too.

Saturday morning, Miss had Cum put me in a different cage. It was made of bright pink plastic and a little bigger. The slot in the head allowed for the Prince Albert ring.

Two ladies and I went to Central Park to jog. He was outfitted in tight black spandex shorts. Anyone close would see the cage outline. Fortunately, most people didn’t take notice. Runners in small groups are all over the park drive.

Miss led us halfway around, then changed to a walk across the park. Stopped at a rock outcropping. The ladies sat, and Miss pointed for me to sit on the ground in front of them.

“Remove our shoes. Clean and massage feet.” Christ, we were only 10 yards from the well-traveled path. We removed our shoes and went to work.

Miss only had nylon socks on. Feet were sweaty and smelly. Licked them clean then sucked toes while massaging the arches.

“Taste good?” “Yes, Miss, thank you.” She smiled down. Switched to Bitch’s feet. Bad taste. Maybe the extra spicy food she eats?

Three college-age women came over. Chattered as they approached. Led by a statuesque blonde. Queen bee.

Miss, “Good morning, ladies.”

“Good morning. Is he your simp?”

“No, he is my husband. And submissive.” Was blushing and dick twitched.

“Is he a foot freak?”

“No, I like it. So he does, too.”

“Savage. Can he do us too?” Giggles.

“Perhaps another time.” They exchanged numbers.

“Tiny stand up. Remember your manners.”

Met with OMGs and pointing.

“Shit she has him caged!”

“That’s fire!” Off they went. Embarrassed and turned on. Those girls were my daughters’ age. Disturbing.

We walked home. Bitch and I both holding a hand.

“Tiny, we live out and proud. Prudent and respectful of others in public. But we do not hide.”

Back home, coffee and breakfast. Me sitting on the floor between them.

“You have questions. Ask.”

“Your daughter?”

“She’ll be home soon. Finishing some studies in France.”

“Does she know all of this?”

“She is nineteen and a member of this family. Of course, she knows. That question adds to the punishment.”

Saturday afternoon is the weekly ‘reflection’ time. Punishment for sub-males.

“Tiny, you are off to a slow start.” Said with a slight frown. Had me kneeling.

“The little penis head ring is a sign of our marriage. Makes me happy. So the pain from it should make you happy. When you wince, it is disrespectful. Embrace it and be joyful because it pleases me.” Female logic? Dominant logic?

“Blushing and being embarrassed by our being out is unacceptable. Don’t you want our marriage to succeed? Be thrilled when three young women approach us in the park. Or anywhere. Smile and be grateful. You are my beta sub husband. Show off how proud you are to be my caged, tiny boy. It pleases me.” Nodded yes.

“Pussy ten strokes. Take it easy. Stay still and quiet, Tiny.” Pussy got a large leather paddle. Swung down and hit top of my ass. Not gentle at all. Hurt a lot, but was able to stay calm and neutral. Miss leaned forward and looked right into my eyes.

“Good boy. This hurts me more than you.”

Sunday AM, another early jog in the park. Mentally prepared myself for another humiliating exposure. Nobody seemed to notice us.

Back home, “Tiny, here’s your outfit. Introduction party this afternoon. Switch to the metal cage.” Handed me a small white string jock strap. Changed cages and struggled into the jock. Sizes are too small. Back string wedged tightly between butt cheeks. The cup portion stretched over the cage and was effectively see-through.

Miss watched me smiling. Got to watch Pussy eat her, close up. She was very turned on. Penis and balls dying for release.

She wore a loose shirt and sandals for the walk to her friend’s place, like you might do at the beach in a swimsuit, inches from exposure. Miss kept an eye out as we walked the blocks hand in hand.

“Tonya is my dearest friend. Her kids were in my high school. She guided and mentored me. Her hubby was my divorce attorney.” Her grin was a mile wide. Guess that is where her money came from?

Ascended to the penthouse of another of the newer Park West buildings. Real money. It is billionaire territory.

“Remember, Tiny. Their Condo is a private space for us. Home rules apply. Be an out, proud, beta husband. Your little ringed penis, chastity, and submission to me are signs of our love.” Peck on the cheek. Felt good but nervous as shit. Clearly, this is important to Miss.

Butler met us at the elevator. Slight bow to Miss. A real British butler straight out of central casting.

“Welcome, Miss Julia. May I take your boy’s things?” She nodded, and I gave him my shirt and sandals. Dropped to all fours and escorted her in. A big party room. Small dance floor. Kept my focus on staying at Miss’s hip.

Tonya met Miss with a long hug. Ended with a kiss on the mouth. More than friends?

Tonya is in her 50s, with supermodel looks and a figure. She is tall and slender, with a perfect youthful face framed by long, dark brown hair. Model Carol Alt came into my mind. She is younger than her, with striking light brown eyes. She and Miss together are a perfect picture for a wet dream.

“Tonya, meet Tiny.” As trained, I kissed each of her open-toed high heels.

“Tiny welcome. This is all a fast surprise. I haven’t heard enough about you. Our party is for Julia, and to examine you. She might as well be our daughter. Bertrand, come here.”

A very elderly gentleman shuffled over, assisted by a young blonde. Julia kissed both his cheeks.

“Bert and Emily, this is my new beta husband, Tiny.” Bert looked down like he was examining a bug.

“Dearest Julia, he is old. Told you, better to get ’em young. More trainable.”

Smiling, “Yes, sir, but he’s forty years younger than you. He’s off to a slow start, but we will all get him there. Tiny, Emily is Bert’s assistant and also their social secretary. Her requests are orders to you.” Nodded yes. Tonya taped me on the head. Glanced at Emily.

“Emily, await your orders.” She smiled at me. Miss pushed my head. I kneeled and kissed Emily’s shoes. If she could order me, then I would submit to her. The protocol is to kiss any dominant’s feet.

Emily, “He is cute, Julia. Hope to get a chance to play with him.”

“Soon, I’m sure. Tiny stand and present. Emily, do the honors.” I removed her anklet with the key. Took off the jock and cage. Immediate hard-on.

Tonya: “Tiny is quite apropos.” Emily put her pinkie next to it.

“Julia, it is the smallest erection I’ve ever seen. Barely longer than my pinkie.”

Tonya: “Julia, the balls are way too big. Should put him on a testosterone blocker.”

“Worried those will kill his sex drive. Sexed up and denied is important to us. Guess the balls are bigger due to cum build up? We’ll get a doctor to help. Maybe steroids would be better.”

Emily: “If the balls were small, it’d all be so cute.” She pinched a ball, and the erection deflated. Cage back on.

Tonya: “OK, Julia, let’s introduce you to some new folks.” People were steadily arriving. Julia seemed to know most of them. Those got hellos and an introduction to Tiny.

It was all so new, and I felt a little overwhelmed. I concentrated on Miss and tried to remember everybody. There was no traditional couple in the room. There was female energy and mostly female domme vibes.

Taken off guard when drinks and hors d’oeuvres started. The server was the waitress I had gone down on in the alley. The bartender was the man there. Realized the restaurant and alley humiliation were a pre-planned setup by Miss.

The only seemingly male-female couple was a young African American man, Big Wiz, with a middle-aged white woman. She was almost naked and covered in tattoos and piercings. A dog leash hooked to his belt led to her pussy lips.

The poly group that stood out was one young woman with four men. A cute 20-ish blonde was slim with giant fake boobs. She was hanging onto an older man dressed like a biker. Two of the other men also looked like bikers. Her attitude was like a princess. The last man looked like a troll. He was short with an ugly face. He had a huge iron nose ring and nipple rings, too. He kept his head down, standing right behind her.

Miss seemed curious about him.

“Susie, see you added a new slave.”

“Replacement. Tommie sold the old one to some gays. This one is committed to TPE. He gets nothing. Got me some BDSM shoots in California.”

“Glad to hear you got those. Moving up in your career.”

“Thanks, Julia. Yah if you bring in a slave who will do anything it really helps get Femdom shoots. Gonna film him getting owner’s tattoos and penis piercings. Then rent him out for some gay BDSM films.”

“Congrats, look forward to seeing those.”

In the late afternoon, the party thinned out, and the atmosphere turned sexual. Miss rejoined Tonya. They sat at the end of a large hutch. Emily got Bert a chair next to them. Big Wiz and his woman joined.

Emily dropped her dress, completely naked. She pulled down Bert’s pants, and he sat. She sucked him.

Tonya: “OK, Big Wiz, time to pay up.” He dropped his shorts. Biggest cock sprang out. Close to my face. Hard not to pull away from it. His slave worked it with both hands while licking the head. Felt Miss pull her panties off. Will I get to eat her?

“Tiny gets Tonya wet. No clit just get her ready for Big Wiz’s cock. Tongue only.” Shuffled in and tongued Tonya. She was already getting wet. Inches from a giant cock and Emily sucking. Penis tried to grow. Large room, but the group was crammed together. Heat and sex scents are rising.

Miss pulled me away to her other side. Observed only.

BBC slowly started to fuck Tonya. She leaned back and pulled her legs up. Big Wiz moved in closer as he fully entered her.

“Mmmm this is the biggest cock ever. Hitting my cervix. Ahhh.” She held her husband’s hand. Emily quickened her head bobbing. So engrossed did not recognize Miss, started being eaten by the blond. She ate, still leashed to Big Wiz’s pants at his ankles.

Tonya, hands now on her lover’s hips, pulled him in and out. Controlling the rhythm. Bert was smiling at her. Minutes passed with both women cumming. Big Wiz held his cock all the way in. Pumping his jizz as Tonya groaned.

He stepped back. Pulled his slave to lick his cock clean. Tonya was panting, smiling at her husband. Emily looked up at her mouth open showing Bert’s cum.

“You can swallow. Clean me.” Emily complied. Sucked Tonya like a cum pump. Miss stepped around them to help Bert with his pants.

My mind fixated on the bizarre scene. It was decadent. An old man pushing 90 is getting a blow job from his curvy assistant. While his trophy wife was impaled on a giant black cock. And chastised beta, me, watching it all as a female slave ate my wife. Denied and dying for relief.

*****

Drainings seem to be random. Rushed and uncomfortable. Monday night late. Sat in front of the couch watching Pussy eat Miss. Almost an hour. Close enough to smell her scent. Miss smiled at me.

“Service Pussy.” Crawled under the kneeling Pussy and she settled her weight on my mouth. Pretended it was Miss’s sanctum. Their orgasms synced. Miss followed by Pussy each time. My caged erection was painful. It prayed for release.

“Cum!” He scampered out. Yanked me to stand as the ladies relaxed, both panting and covered in sweat. He pulled the cage off me. It pinched and I yelped. Still sprang to full erection.

“Do you want a release, Tiny? How long has it been?”

“Eight days, I think.” Miss frowned.

“Selfish. The release of Beta males is of no consequence. Focus just on me. Conditioning you is so slow.” She pushed Pussy to stand with her back to me. Finger snap. Pussy bent over. Cum had my arms locked behind my back.

“Softly pump little dick on her ass crack. Eyes on me. Slow.” Obeyed. Ready to explode. Awkward position and felt Cum’s cage on my ass.

“Erase your memories. Sex is for me only. Tiny is a beta. Its erections and ejaculations are wasteful. Give them up. Forget them.” The stern lecture did nothing but turn me on more.

“Release.” Spurted onto Pussy’s back.

“Eat it, Tiny.” Smirked at me.

Midweek arrived home. I crawled naked to the living room to report in. You should head down as you need to. I didn’t know we had company.

“Present! Princess, meet your stepdad, Tiny.” Stood at attention. They sat together, arm in arm, topless. Princess popped up to join me.

Princess is her Mom’s twin. You’d swear they are just 10 years apart. There are a few differences. Miss is tanned, with zero tan lines, but Princess has only a slight body tan with lines around milk-white breasts. The Princess’s breasts are slightly smaller and a little higher, and she has much smaller nipples.

Princess’s face is identical, but her visage drips with superiority. She has a way of looking down at you through slightly hooded eyes. Like a queen surveying a serf. Entitled.

“Stepdad? More like a neutered bitch boy. Mom please tell me you’ll never have sex with this pathetic dick.” She flicked the cage. Miss laughed.

“Don’t tease him so soon. He’s my beta husband. Of course, I’d never have sex with it. Its sexual frustration and denial are core to our union. Right, sweetie?” I nodded as expected. Dick trying badly to grow. Mother and daughter together caused an exponential growth of fantasies and sexual energy.

“It’s pronouns?”

“I’m thinking she/her/it.”

“Sounds right. Needs to connect to the feminine. Males get erections. And its thing is just a big clit. Speaking of which. Tiny open the cell.” The cell is a small locked entryway closet. Subs are locked there when awaiting permission to enter the Condo. Curiosity high. Who or what would be in there? Never saw Cum locked there. And where was Bitch(Pussy)?

Miss, “Today is moving day.” Huh?

Crawled and opened the closet. Out came Bitch and an oriental woman on all fours.

Princess: “Pussy, we haven’t cleaned up since we left Paris. I’m waiting for you.” Pussy lay down and sucked the dirty feet placed on her face. Envied her.

“Ashleigh, stand and present yourself to Mommy. Miss, to you.” The woman stood and spread her feet, hands clasped behind her back. One of the slave postures.

Ashleigh has a unique presence. She projects strength and confidence while acting submissive and compliant. She is 5’8″ and very skinny, but not anorexic. She has a six-pack. She has the straightest figure I’ve ever seen on a woman. She has no waist or hips. She has hardly at all. There are just large areolae and nipples. She has a small, muscular bubble. She has perfectly unblemished light yellow skin, which is topped by a round face with large cheeks. She has short hair, which is light bronze with some darker brown streaks.

Miss fawned over her. Circled like a judge at a dog show.

Princess: “Show your genitals.” Spread the fat vaginal lips. Revealed a very large hood and clit.

“Princess, she is gorgeous. Such a fat pussy on a skinny frame. Lovely. Is she ours? Permanently?”

“Ashleigh, what do you want?”

“Miss and Princess. Beg to be your family slave. No limits. Am an absolute pain slut. Dream of being used and abused. Grind me to dust.”

“Impressive plea. Princess?”

“Mommy she is a genuine unlimited sex slave and pain slut. But cannot be trusted around men. Cannot control herself. Any cock any time any hole. We’ll need to alter her to prevent that. Her mouth is magnificent. Eats ass and vagina like a veteran porno whore.”

“Ashleigh will try you out. Probation starts now. Impress me and we will add you to the family. Pussy is our submissive but she is not a slave. You could be that for us.”

Miss and Princess took off their panties and sat on the couch. Even their pussies are identical. Princess has the same belly piercing and jewelry.

Miss pulled Ashleigh down to eat her pussy. Pussy ate Princess. Mom and daughter kissed and fondled each other’s breasts. Then Princess took over to suck Miss’s tits. Knelt watching a sapphic porno. Incestuous. Had learned Pussy started as the family Nanny and maid. Now submitting to her former charge’s body and pleasure.

Miss: “Have you picked a family name for her?”

“Slit!” Miss grinned down at Ashleigh. That was a yes.

Miss laid back to orgasm numerous times. Princess disengaged to get on her phone. Pussy kept eating away. But got no visible reaction. Orgasms?

“Mom, they’re coming up.” Everything stopped, and they both jumped into jeans and blouses. Weird. Why?

Pussy let in two men. Both tall one slender with a showoff gay affectation. The other was built like a bouncer.

“Gentlemen, my daughter tells me you collect male garbage.”

“We collect all kinds of garbage. Yours sounds pedestrian, but we can work with anything. Penises come and go.” He giggled at his joke. WTF?

“Pussy go get Cum.” She dragged him out of the cage. Stood him in front of the visitors.

“My, my, it is one pathetic old man. Rob?”

“We can take it out. As long as it is unlimited can be placed.”

Miss: “He has been my level 4 for over 15 years. Total consensual non-consent. Cum these gentlemen will place you with new ownership. Gents, you need the cage?”

Big guy: “No, we will equip with a permanent cage. Our customers can get all the wannabes they want. We sell permanently chastised and emasculated slaves only.” Holy Christ. No idea how a permanent cage would work. How would you clean it? Emasculate? Did he really mean castration?

They had Cum put on shorts and a shirt. Off they went. No goodbyes.

Miss: “Such a disappointment. Turned into a doormat.”

“Mom, he was always so worthless.” Both sounded cold. Scared me. Miss noticed.

“Tiny, do not worry. Submit, and struggle emotionally with our lifestyle. That is good. Tormenting and transitioning you turns me on. Exposing you is fun. And we have so far to go. You have had just a little taste.”

“Mom, there are women at university who can really help out. You’ve met one or two of them.”

“Yes, we’ll discuss those in private. We’ve got to surprise the cubbies. We met several girls about your age in the park last weekend. They walked right up and asked if he could clean their feet, too.” Princess grinned.

“That’s great. I’ve pushed you to be more conspicuous in public. It gets you new friends.”

“We are working on it. Had him stand to say goodbye so they saw his pink cage.”

“Nice. FYI after we clean up need an hour with Slit in the quiet room.” Huh? Still haven’t seen the upstairs.

“OK, dear, but please do not mark her up. She has such glorious skin.”

“Plenty of ways to torture her with no marks. We can show you.” Said teasingly.

“Stop it, you know I do not like physical pain. Even a slave’s.”

“Maybe we can loosen you up. You should see how she gets off on it. Pain orgasms. Amazing, she is. She’ll pick pain every time.”

Later, after dinner and chores, I took a nap. I woke up to all the ladies in the living room.

Princess “Pussy one hour cunnilingus lessons each night for Tiny. Slit watches but doesn’t get touched or touch herself.” Slit made a fake smile and they kissed.

“If you cheat Slit Pussy will tell us. No torture for a week. Got it? Mom let’s go fuck.” Upstairs they went. Do they really have full sex? Probably.

Pussy rode my face. Gave a few orders on what to do and do it better. She has such a strong taste and odor. Not unpleasant but overpowering. Slit laid next to me. Watching and breathing it all in.

The weekend brought another trip to the tattoo and piercing parlor.

“Julia and Princess good morning.” The owner greeted us.

“Denise, we have something special. Meet Ashleigh. She’s a prospective partner.”

“Yes, Lillie filled me in. Princess, she has an interesting design proposal for Ashleigh. Carla takes the male.”

Miss: “Tiny goes by she/her/it now.”

“Julia, Carla will remove her starter ring and put it in a temp stretcher insert. Then, she will get it ready for the permanent ring.”

Carla led me back. Only took a couple of minutes. Cut the ring to remove it. Lubed and shoved into a much thicker curved bar. Loop on the end to attach to the cage. Did not allow me to put my clothes back on. Walked me to another much larger room.

Ashleigh sat back in a gyno chair. Spread wide, Carla pulled the outer lips out and spread. Lillie explained her piercing proposal. Four holes in each lip.

“And clit hood piercing. We can always do the clit itself later. Hers is so big, no issue with it being pierced. But not needed to lock her up.”

Princess: “And this will make it impossible to get a cock or vibrator inside?”

“Yes. Nothing bigger than a straw when locked. And we’ll add a shield for the clit.”

“What about her mouth? No cock sucking too.”

“Similar idea with just two holes in each lip. With a nose ring too we can add bars and locks and she’ll be penis safe. Let’s go to the office. Have mock-ups of the pussy and mouth bars.” Lillie led Princess away, and Denise, the owner, joined them.

Miss: “Carla, I wonder if you can do a side job for me. When you were a Dominatrix, you did prostate massages to drain males?”

“Yes, Miss Julia. Many kinds.”

“Good. Once a week for a couple of hours?”

“Yes.”

“One hundred dollars an hour, plus our car will pick you up and ride you home.”

Carla’s vibe made me anxious. She was not the woman I wanted for anything.

The End.

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