
This story is intended for the enjoyment of adults over the age of 18 or whatever the legal age is in your part of the universe. It contains fantasy scenes of graphic sexual activity.   Please, if you are under the age of 18, or if you will be offended by such material, use your intelligence and read no further - delete file.  Otherwise ....enjoy!  



Stocking Tops Part 

by Nessus

MC FemDom Mast Humil

Hannah and I have been married for about three years. She's a smart, beautiful woman who knows exactly what she wants. A doctor of medicine, Hannah had just joined a small partnership when she met me. I was the real estate agent who sold her new house to her. What she saw in me, I don't know but we were married within twelve months and now, three years later and due to her driving and encouragement, I'm the owner of a thriving real estate practice.

A tall, dark haired woman with a hot body to match, sex with Hannah, from my point of view, was always great. I like it fast and furious with me spurting a powerful orgasm into that gorgeous body. Lately, she's been trying to get me to talk about our sexual ‘problems' but I laugh it off. It’s just the doctor in her. Anyway, I don't see any problem.

I've always enjoyed sex but with both of us with busy schedules we haven't been as regular as we could be so I found some compensation. Her name was Mandy. Young, long red hair, dressed to kill, Mandy was a new sales person in my office and we fooled around once or twice. Well, maybe a little more.

I used to pull her short skirt up, pantyhose down and fuck her from behind with her big tits mashed into my desk. And then send her back to work with my cum leaking into her pantyhose. Dangerous but exciting.

Then Mandy started asking me when I was going to leave Hannah. Well, that started me laughing and she stormed out of the office. That's when this all started.

"So," my wife said icily, "you've been fucking on the job?"

"Hannah," I protested, "How can you say…."

"Mandy told me everything," she calmly announced. I was dumbfounded. 

"You spoke to….?"

"Yes. She called me out of desperation and, probably love. You don’t deserve her, us!” she snapped. “I know everything, Roy. She cried her heart out, poor thing."

I had to move fast. "Hannah, I'm sorry. She didn't mean anything to me. It was just sex. You know," I smiled weakly, "you and I haven't had much opportunity lately."

"Oh, it's my fault, is it?"

"Well, you know, as a man, I need to cum. Regularly. I just have to."

She stared at me for a long moment. "I'll think about this."

"Hannah," I said desperately, "I love you. Let's not break up over this. I'll do anything." She didn't reply and walked away. 

Worried, I watched her stride away. We had all our assets in joint holdings and the last thing I needed was some shifty divorce lawyer crucifying me in the court, leaving me dead broke.

I spent the night in the spare room and, gingerly, sat down for breakfast. Hiding behind my newspaper, I waited. After a while, she looked at me across the breakfast table. "Roy, last night, you said you'll do anything to keep us together. Was that true?"

"Of course," I lied, looking up from the newspaper.

"Good. I want you to give up smoking. You know how I hate it."

I looked back at the newspaper. "Sure. I've quit as of now. Not a problem." This was going to be easy, I thought happily. She’s not as mad as I thought.

"I know how difficult it will be for you so I've made an appointment with a Hypno-therapist. It's at ten. Please make sure you get there on time." She handed me a card.

"Hypno-therapist? Hypnotised?"

"Yes, darling, it works." She left the table with a swirl and I stared at the card. Hell, no one could hypnotise me and this will keep Hannah happy so, what have I got to lose?

At the office, Mandy gave me an icy stare as she passed me in the hall. I also received a few cold looks from a few of the other women in the office so Mandy has obviously been blabbing in the rest-room. They'll get over it.

I arrived at the appointment on time and was introduced to Julie. She was a stunning blond woman who sat next to me, fiddling with a gold bracelet while she talked. "So, Roy, Hannah tells me you want to give up smoking?"

I laughed. "Hannah wants me to give up smoking. " I kept watching the bracelet and she started droning on about the evils of smoking and that I should give hypnotism a chance. Finally, I laughed. "Julie, forget it. I'll give it a chance but it's not going to work on me."

She smiled and stood up. "It all ready has, Roy. Look," she said pointing at the clock. I was shocked, it was ten after eleven. "How do you feel?"

I shook my head. I felt great. "I feel great," I said, standing. "So, what happens now?"

Julie laughed. "You won't smoke again, I guarantee it."

Back at the office, I tried to make up with Mandy but she gave me the cold shoulder so, I went home.
Hannah called me into the study and smiled. "How did it go?"

I guessed 'it' was the hypnotherapy. "Okay, I suppose."

"Good." Then she looked me in the eyes and said, "Destiny."

I blinked my eyes, clearing them . "What did you say, dear?" I asked. I felt relaxed and I hadn't had a cigarette or, for that matter, even thought of one.

"Nothing." She smiled. "Let's go out for dinner." I looked at the clock and was surprised. I had been home for forty minutes but I thought I had just walked in the door. Oh well, it's been a long day.

The next morning, I was just about to leave for the office when Hannah called me. She was seated a chair in the middle of the lounge-room, dressed in a short black skirt, black  hose and a dark blue blouse.

"Yes, dear?"

"Roy, I'm still very angry about you and Mandy." Oh shit, that again.

"But, Hannah…."

"And I also remember what you said about needing to cum." She then looked straight at me and said, slowly and clearly, "Roy, darling, I want to show you something."

Those simple words rocked me.  Almost from a distance, I watched myself strip my pants and underwear down, then fall to my knees in front of her. "Look," she purred and I watched her painted fingernail slide up her leg until it reached the hem of her skirt. Smiling, she raised the skirt to reveal her stocking top and part of a black garter belt. "Look Roy," she smiled. "Stocking tops."

At those two words, my cock jutted hard from my body, my hand circling it and I frantically started to jerk off while she watched, laughing.

"Hannah," I cried, "what's happening?" I could control my voice but not my hand as it worked on my cock, building myself towards a massive cum while I stared at the black nylon against the white flesh of her thigh.

"Here," she said, holding a glass screw top jar, "Cum in that." I watched my other hand take the jar and hold it under my cock.  Suddenly, I spurted and spurted in to the jar, my body shaking with the release. Hannah looked at her watch. "Quick, as usual,' she said calmly. Then she threw her head back and laughed loudly.

Wiping tears from her eyes, she tossed the lid of the jar to me. "Put that on and put your cum in the refrigerator." Silently, I did as she said, wondering what in the hell happened.

When I returned, she was picking up her briefcase and car keys. I felt foolish, standing there naked from the waist down. "Hannah," I asked, "what have you done?"

"A little hypnosis, Roy. A simple command phrase that I put in your mind. Julie programmed you to respond to my command word and I then insert actions and reactions in your mind. Lovely, isn't it?"

"You bitch," I said, moving towards her.

"Now, Roy," she said mildly, "be careful. Or you could be on your knees jerking that pathetic little cock of yours until it falls off. I'm sure you wouldn't want that." She slammed the door on her way out.

Anger mixed with humiliation swept over me. I dressed and stormed off to work. Of course, I rang Julie but she wouldn't come to the phone or answer my calls. What could I do, any way? It was her word against mine.

That night, I warily let myself into the house. Worried, I had stayed out for a while but finally, I had to go home. I heard female voices in the lounge-room and I thought I could slip by without Hannah seeing me.

"Roy," she called. "Is that you?" I slowly walked into the room and saw Julie sitting on the sofa with Hannah. "You remember Julie, don't you?" she said and they both laughed. I hung my head, my face flushing. "Want to see his party trick?" Hannah asked Julie.

"Please, don’t," I said softly but she ignored me.

"Roy, darling, I want to show you something." On those words, I had lost control once more. Quickly, I stripped my pants and underwear down and fell to my knees in front of the giggling women.

Both women raised the hems of their skirts, revealing Hannah’s black stockings and Julies white ones. "Look Roy," they cried in unison. "Stocking tops!" Again, my cock leapt into hardness, my hand gripped it and I started jerking off, rushing towards an inevitable orgasm while both women watched, sipped their champagne  and laughed.

She held out the glass jar and I could see my sperm from this mornings episode lying in. "Here," she ordered. "Cum in that." I reached the peak, my body shook as I pumped my seed into the jar until I slumped, head down with sweat running from my face. 

"Quick, isn't he," commented Julie, a broad grin on her face.

Hannah nodded, took the jar from me and held it over my head. "Don't ever fuck around on me again, Roy," she said softly and poured the cum onto my head. Humiliated, sperm dripped down my face as I stared into those cold eyes and I knew I had lost respect and control.

On Hannah’s instructions, I moved my clothes and personal items into the spare room. I guess it was now my room. As I lay on the bed, I could hear the two women laughing and talking into the night.

The next day, I went to work as normal, hoping that Hannah had believed she had taught me a lesson and would now leave me alone. I had to admit that, for the first time, I was really afraid of her.

Things got worse  That morning, I lost a sale I had been working on for some time and I slumped into my chair, staring at the wall. 

The office door opened and Mandy walked in, shutting the door behind her. Stunned, I watched her sit down cross her legs and smile at me. "Mandy," I said, groping for something to say. "Look,……."

Mandy smiled and rested her hand on her hose. "Roy, darling, I want to show you something." The words rocked me, humiliation swept over me as I pulled my pants and underwear down and fell to my knees in front of her.

Staring up into those cold eyes, I tried to form words, to say something but I couldn't. "Look Roy," she sneered, revealing her gorgeous legs in sheer black stockings with lace tops, "Stocking tops!" My cock swelled immediately, the urge to cum was overwhelming and my hand caressed my cock in the now familiar pattern. 

Gasping, I jerked and jerked, my body moving to the rhythm as Mandy giggled. I was getting close and she tossed me what appeared to be pink cloth. "Here," she laughed. "Cum in those." I picked it up. They were pink lace panties. "That's the closest you'll ever get to my panties again!"

I groaned as I spurted into the soft nylon, my body shuddering with the effort and Mandy clapped her hands in glee. “I love this!” she giggled.

Exhausted, I hung my head, humiliated. Mandy stood and looked down at me. "Wash those panties Roy, you'll probably need them tomorrow." 

Shame washed over me. “Please, Mandy,” I groaned, my face crimson as I knelt on the floor with my pants and underwear around my shoes. “Don’t do this to me.”

"I’ll do what I like, Roy!” she snapped. “Make sure you have clean and dry panties tomorrow. Next time, I might invite some of the other girls into watch."

The door slammed behind her. I was ruined.

That night I begged Hannah to stop, to remove the command. I would do anything, I pleaded. I followed her around, begging until she stopped . “Roy, get this through your head,” she said, eyes glinting. “I can make you do anything now. I don’t need your permission.”

I froze. She was right, I was totally under her control and had no way of stopping her.

“Do you understand, Roy?” she said coldly.

Dumbly, I nodded, head bowed. It was no use.

She waited a moment for it to sink in and then said, “Destiny." 

I don’t know how long I was out but, after looking at my watch, I guessed about twenty minutes. Hannah was all ready in her room when I looked up so I had no idea what new command she had programmed into me.

Later, that night, I heard Hannah move from the bathroom into her  bedroom. She was wearing a long negligee and black stockings. "Roy," she called and I quickly walked in. She was seated on the side of the bed. "Roy, darling, I want to show you something." This time, I found myself stripping all my clothes off, tossing them everywhere as she watched me, smiling. I fell to my knees, naked, in front of her as she parted her gown, revealing a black garter belt and stockings, her pussy level with my face. "Look Roy," she whispered, "Pretty pussy." 

The urge to sink my face into her cunt was overwhelming. I tenderly licked and kissed, sucked and rubbed while she lay back on the bed. I usually don't like doing this but now, I wanted to, I needed to. Finally, she came,  the orgasm sweeping through her as she cried out. I kept tenderly licking the insides of her thighs until she tousled my hair and said, "Enough, Roy." 

Suddenly, I no longer needed to lick her and I sat back on my heels, her juices glistening on my face, my cock rock hard and throbbing with a desperate urge to cum.

Hannah sighed in contentment as she swept past me, arranging the gown around her and sat down at her dressing table.

My cocked throbbed and I needed release "Please," I whispered, begging.

Hannah turned and looked at me, still kneeling on the floor with a rock hard cock and laughed softly as she pulled her gown apart. "Look Roy, " she laughed coldly. "Stocking tops."

I stared at those tops of black nylon and lacy garter straps. Almost with relief, I gripped my cock and started pulling. I was excited and humiliated again. Gasping, I brought myself to the edge but couldn’t cross over. Desperately, my hand flew up and down my straining cock but I couldn’t cum.

I heard her laugh softly and it hit me. She’s programmed me not to cum! My hand continued it’s task but with no end in sight.

“Do you want to cum, Roy?” she smiled.

“Yes,” I gasped desperately. “Yes!”

“Well, you better ask me, then.”

“Please Hannah,” I cried. My hand was still pulling my hard cock. “Please let me cum,” I begged.

Hannah slowly walked over to stand over me, a black stocking in her hand. Disdainfully, she dropped it over my face. “Are you sure you want to cum, Roy?” she teased. I nodded my head, balling the black stocking in my other hand. “You know what to do with that,” she said and I held the ball of nylon near my red cock. “Cum, Roy,” she ordered. “Cum now!”

I groaned as I pumped load after load into the wad of nylon, my whole body out of my control, shaking and heaving as she watched me. Panting, I sank back on my heels, my cock shrinking, sweat running over my naked body and a sodden ball of black nylon in my hand.

“I think you should thank me,” she said softly.

I kept my head bowed. “Thank you, Hannah,” I whispered in shame.

“That may have to last you for a while,” she threatened. “Now,” she said sharply, “run along like a good little boy and wash that out.”

I felt so low as I scrambled around picking my clothes up. Hannah sat at her dressing table brushing her hair and humming sweetly to herself, ignoring me totally.

Scrambling out the door with a bundle of clothes and a wet ball of nylon, I leaned against the corridor wall and wondered what she was going to dream up next. She was a doctor, for God’s sake! Who knows what she could do to me! The realisation that I was totally under her control swept over me once again. There was no way out.

Sighing, I walked slowly to my room to wait for the new day and whatever it would bring. Behind me, I heard her laugh softly to herself.

I tossed and turned all night and woke with a erection. Sadly, I looked at my hard cock, knowing that I could not even jerk myself off to get relief without Hannah’s commands. A heaviness in my heart, a kind of leaden depression stayed with me as I, first washed the stocking and then, showered. Every now and again, I would look down at my cock and realise it was not mine to control again.

Walking down the corridor from the guest bathroom with a towel around my waist, I could hear Hannah getting ready in her room. Today was her surgery day at the hospital and she always rose early, worked through to lunch and had the rest of the day off unless there were patient complications. Her door opened and Hannah stepped into the corridor, wearing a casual top and trousers with her long dark hair pulled back.

I quickly looked away, a small taste of fear in my mouth. “Good morning, Roy,” she said, standing so close her perfume washed over me.

“Good morning Hannah,” I mumbled.

“Drop the towel,” she sharply commanded. Without hesitation, I let the towel slip to the floor and stood naked with my head bowed. I felt her cool fingers circle my cock and arousal swept over me, pulsing into full erection.

Her long fingers gently pulled me as I stood trembling. “Have you tried?” she asked sweetly. I knew what she meant and shook my head. “It’s useless to try,” she said. “You know that?” I nodded, my ragged breathing loud in the corridor.

I knew my place. “Please Hannah,” I whispered as she continued to softly stroke me. “Can I cum?”

She laughed. “You are learning. Do you really want to?” she teased.

“Please Hannah,” I begged.

She laughed cruelly. “Remember, Roy when you said you had to cum often?” She didn’t wait for an answer. “Well, it’s not going to be as often as you’d like.” She dropped her hand to her purse, leaving me gasping with a hard throbbing cock. 

She looked at my bobbing cock and pointed at my groin. “You know Roy, I think I can see a grey hair or two there. That won’t do. Shave it all off.” Startled, I looked into her eyes and she smiled coldly. “Do you want me to program you to do it?” I slowly shook my head. 

She walked to the top stair and started walking down. “And keep it shaven, Roy,” she said over her shoulder. “I want it smooth as silk.” She was still laughing when she walked out the front door.

I almost cried. Picking the towel up, I slowly walked back to the shower, my still hard cock bobbing in front of me. Standing in the shower, I cut my pubic hair as short as I could, the hairs raining down my legs and onto the tiled floor. After liberally spreading shaving cream over my lower stomach, groin and balls, I carefully started the slow task of shaving. All through this long process, my cock bobbed obscenely in the white shaving cream, still hard and almost mocking me for what I had become.

After showering again, I examined myself in the mirror. Somehow, my hairless cock and balls seemed even more naked, even more obscenely exposed. Still hard, I desperately needed to cum and, giving into that need, I frantically tried to jerk off but couldn’t seem to find the right grip or the right rhythm. Trying again and again, I realised I just could not do it. Dam her, I cursed! Giving up, I slumped naked and shorn on the bathroom floor, a small tear running from my eye.

What’s next, I wondered?

My newly shaven cock and balls felt strange in my trousers as I drove into the office. Even stranger still when I walked with my shorts rubbing against my cock, giving me a hard-on. Great, I thought bitterly.

I had sat in my office for just a few moments when Robert, my sales manager knocked and strolled in.
“Good morning Boss.”

“Is it?” I snapped.

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh, like that, eh? Well, I guess I’m going to make it worse. I’m quitting, Roy.”

“What!”

“Sorry but Bensons are offering me equity and a bigger bonus.”

“Bensons!” They were our biggest competitors.

“I’ll finish up on Friday.” I sat stunned as he walked to the door. “The gang are having a few drinks at Cassidy’s Friday night. Come along. You look like you need the R&R.” He closed the door behind him and, groaning,  I held my head in my hand. How would I replace him?

A few moments later, the door opened again. I looked up as Mandy shut it behind her, grinning down at me. “Hard day, eh?”

She didn’t wait for an invitation but sat down in the chair in front of the desk. Watching her cross her long legs in black stockings caused my bald cock to stir in my pants. I kept my eyes from meeting hers and waited.

“So,” she began. “Robert is leaving our happy little group.” It wasn’t a question. “Look at me, Roy,” she snapped and I quickly looked into her smirking face. “I want his job, Roy. Starting next week.”

“But…..”

“I can do the job. The team knows I’m the best salesperson. You know that and I deserve a promotion.” 

“But Mandy, I can’t…..”

“Yes you can!” she barked and then smiled coldly. “Do you want me to call Hannah and tell her you won’t promote me?” I gulped. That was the last thing I wanted. I can’t tell any more how Hannah would react to anything and I wasn’t going to take any chances. “Do you?” she demanded and I silently shook my head. I heard her uncross and cross those lovely legs again and lean back in the chair while I stared at the desk top.

“Shit, Roy, look up at me!” I raised my eyes and she smiled at me. “Afraid of me, Roy? Afraid of what I know? I can tell you this,” she leered, “ I spoke to Hannah this morning. She tells me you are learning new skills.”

I blushed and she laughed as she stood up, straightening her short grey skirt. “Announce my promotion today, Roy. Understand?” I nodded and she smiled in victory. “I’m going to have a celebratory lunch ,” she said, placing a card on the desk. My eyes fixed on it as she tapped the card with a long red fingernail. “Lunch at this hotel. I want you to get a room there at one thirty, phone me on my cell phone and tell me the room number. You got that!”

“But…”

“No buts, Roy. Phone me with the room number and wait in the room for me.” Mandy walked to the door and turned, gloating with her power over me. “I want to test those new skills that Hannah told me about. See you.” She slammed the door behind her.

Gloomily, I stared at the card. What choice did I have? It suddenly occurred to me that I had no choice in anything any more. My mind has been tampered with and my body was now controlled by Hannah, Mandy and who knows who else is going to be let into this. Mandy had threatened to bring the office girls to watch. At least  I’ve been spared that humiliation for now.

Resignedly, I reached for the card to call the hotel to reserve the room.

I arrived at the hotel on time and self consciously checked it. The room wasn’t too bad, a nice view and a stocked bar.

Mandy was obviously still in the restaurant and having a great time when I called her. It suddenly occurred to me I didn’t know who she was lunching with and who could come up to the room with her.

After about an hour, I heard a tap at the door. Heart pounding, I slowly opened it. Mandy, flushed with wine and victory, leaned against the doorway with arms folded. Her large breasts pushed against the silk of her blouse. As she pushed past me into the room, her sweet perfume lingered and my cock stirred hopefully.

“Nice room,” she commented, dropped her purse on the table. I nervously waited, watching her. She casually unbuttoned her blouse and hung it in the wardrobe, her large breasts captured by a lacy white bra. “Roy, darling,” she said. “I want to show you something.”

My control left me and, once again, I performed a lewd and desperate dance as I stripped myself naked, clothes flying around the room until I collapsed, kneeling in front of her.

Mandy giggled and unzipped her skirt, revealing a white garter belt, white lace panties and black stockings. She was beautiful. Sensually, she slid the panties down, stepped out of them and sat delicately in a large easy chair in front of me. With a grin, she looked down at my hard cock, jutting from my shaven groin. “So smooth, Roy. So naked,” she whispered and I blushed.

With a sigh, she settled back in the chair and let her long legs slowly drift apart. My eyes fastened on the red hair of her pussy as her long finger caressed it and I could see wetness on the puffy lips. “Look Roy,” she whispered. “Pretty pussy.”

With joy, I tenderly sank my face into that glorious pussy, soaking up the sweet smell and tasting her essence. I had to lick, no, I needed to and I abandoned myself to her cunt. There was no sense of time as my tongue explored, caressed and teased her pussy. 

Suddenly, her hand seized the back of my head and pulled my face into her as she groaned and then screamed with pleasure. I kept licking delicately her inner thighs as she fell back “Enough, Roy,” she gasped and the obsession with her pussy instantly left me, leaving me with a hard cock waving from my bald groin and her juices glistening on my face.

Mandy tousled my hair. “You are learning, aren’t you,” she stated as she languidly picked up her panties and wiped her pussy. “You never used to do that.” I waited, sitting on my heels, hoping that she was going to allow me relief.

She stood up and cleared some items from a small round table. I gaped at her in her white bra, garter belt and stockings as she beckoned me. “Bend over the table, Roy,” she ordered and I did, crushing my hard cock into the table top. “Open wide,” she said, holding my chin while she forced her wet panties deep into my mouth.

I felt her pushing her pussy against my buttocks and her breasts against my back, forcing me harder against the table. “I just love having you spread over the table like this,” she whispered in my ear, her long hair tickling my shoulder. “So naked and so open.”

Startled, I looked back at her smiling face over my shoulder. They were words similar to ones I’d used when I’d fucked her in my office. “Hannah knows about this,” she whispered in my ear. “All of it. She wants details. You accept it now or be programmed for it later.” Suddenly, I felt nervous.

“Don’t move,” she warned. I felt her push away from me and the rustling of clothes. “I’m glad you still wear this stupid belt, Roy,” she said coldly and I heard clothes drop to the floor. “I just love the little studs on it,” she giggled and I heard her flick the belt.  “Better not disturb the neighbours,” she said lightly from a different position behind me and the sudden rush of sound from the television made me jump. Some afternoon talk show was on with loud cheers, jeers and tears.

She was back pushing into me again, grinding her pussy against me and driving my hard cock into the table. The belt trailed across my shoulders and I was, suddenly,  very afraid. I’ve never been what you would call, a tough man and I was always afraid of pain. “You screwed me for nine months,” she whispered in my ear. “In more ways than one. I think one for each month, don’t you agree?” she hissed, waving the belt in front of my eyes.. 

My eyes widened with fear and I strained to look back at her. “Mmff,” I mumbled through the panties, trying to ask her to stop.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she said, her hot breath in my ear until, suddenly, she pushed away and the TV volume doubled.

I never even heard the first stroke but I sure felt it as a fierce red hot pain slashed across my buttocks. The panties in my mouth chocked my startled yelp. Cheers and applause resounded from the TV.

“Two,” she cried and the next slash cut deep into my buttocks and I cursed the stupid decision to wear a decorative belt.

By the fourth stroke I was trembling in pain, my hands gripping the edge of the table and tears forming in my eyes. The fifth stroke had me groaning continually into my panty gag and by the seventh I was sobbing uncontrollably, my cries gasping into the panties as I surrendered completely to the pain.
I don’t remember her stopping but I saw her walk into the bathroom with her clothes over her arm as I sobbed on the table.

Finally, my sobs faded but the burning pain on my buttocks remained as I lay there. Suddenly, the TV sound disappeared and Mandy, dressed, appeared next to me, the room key dangling from her hand. “All dressed,” she said. “No panties though,” she laughed. “You would’ve like that in the old days, wouldn’t you, Roy.”

Mandy walked to the door. “Say goodbye, Roy,” she ordered. Gingerly I straightened up and, as I turned to face her, I was amazed to see I still had a hard cock. She pointed to the floor in front of her and I hurriedly knelt.

“Look, Roy,” she laughed as her hand slid her short grey skirt up her black nylon legs and I knew what was coming. I just hoped I would be able to cum. “Stocking tops,” she giggled as she revealed the lace tops of her stockings. Gasping into the panties, my hand seized my hard cock and I started pumping. Mandy tossed her head back, laughed loudly and walked out the door, shutting behind her.

I couldn’t believe it! She had left me in the room! There I was, naked, whipped buttocks, shaven crotch, panty gag and jerking myself off with no hope of cumming or even stopping until I was commanded to. What if the maids came in? Room service? Worse still, the police?

Humiliation, fear and loneliness swept over me.

So I remained kneeling  in front of the hotel room door, jerking myself off , for what seemed a terribly long time but was probably only ten minutes. Of course, being so dam horny, my manipulations brought me to the edge of orgasm quickly but, because of the command imprinted in my mind, I could not cum.

Groaning into the panties in my mouth, I looked down at my tireless hand jerking my poor red cock and wondered where it will end when I heard voices in the corridor outside my room. Soon whispers and female giggles and the sound of the key in the lock. I’m not a religious man but I prayed. Please God, don’t let this be the maid or room service. Please!

The door swung open and Hannah and Julie slipped in. Both were in tennis outfits, white sleeveless tops and short white pleated tennis skirts with tennis shoes and socks. The both had tennis racquets which they dumped next to the door and I guessed they had been playing on the hotel courts. Did they have lunch with Mandy, I wondered?

The door closed. “Can’t keep his hand off it,” observed Julie.

“His cock has ruled his life,” said Hannah. “He can’t say no to it.”

“Apparently not,” replied Julie.

“Mmf,” I spluttered through the panties. I wanted to stop! My cock was getting sore and so was my wrist.

“Enough, Roy,” commanded Hannah and my hand ceased it’s motion. I slumped forward in relief as Hannah and Julie sat on the sofa, side by side, amused looks on their faces.

“Come here, Roy,” ordered Hannah. “And take those panties out of your mouth.” They both collapsed in laughter as I sheepishly removed the panties, dropping them on the floor.

Gingerly, I stood up and moved in front of them. To my embarrassment, my cock remained hard and throbbing. Julie crossed her legs and my eyes were drawn to the top her long legs poking from the short tennis skirt. Julie saw my glance and smiled.

“What do you think of his new look?” Hannah asked Julie, pointing at my shaven crotch.

“Nice,” the blonde woman said. “Turn around,” she ordered. “Wow!,” she exclaimed when they saw my whipped buttocks.

“Oh, Roy,” Hannah laughed, “you’re going to hurt for a few days. Mandy certainly walloped you.”

“She needed to, didn’t she,” Julie said.

“Had to get it out of her system,” agreed Hannah.

“Did you cry, Roy?” mocked Julie and I nodded my head, blushing with shame.

“A good cry into the panties in your mouth?” Hannah said and they both burst into laughter.

“Gotta get a shot of this,” laughed Julie and I heard her rustling in her bag. Suddenly there was a click. They had taken a photograph! I felt so humiliated, so helpless. “Turn around,” she ordered and there was another click.

“Get down, Roy,” Hannah commanded and I knelt in front of them. “That is your position with us from now on. Understand?”

“Yes Hannah,” I replied, eyes lowered and face burning with shame.

Hannah laughed softly. “Still learning. I like that.”

“I want another picture,” said Julie. “Hold your cock, Roy and start jerking. Now look up. Smile,’ she teased. Click! “Enough, Roy,” she ordered and I stopped jerking, letting my hand fall to my side.

Julie placed the camera down and lay back on the sofa, next to Hannah, legs slightly apart. My cock throbbed as I stared at her long brown legs, peeking from the short white tennis skirt. “Ordering him about is sooo sexy,” she murmured and Hannah moved closer to her, smiling down at me. 

With one short movement, she leaned over Julie and kissed her. I gasped in shock as Julie responded and for a few moments, the passionate kiss continued until Hannah pulled away. Julie lay back on the headrest of  the sofa, eyes closed and blonde hair spilling around her beautiful face.

Hannah lightly caressed the top of Julies legs and smiled coldly at my shocked face. “I should thank you, Roy. If you hadn’t been fucking around with poor Mandy, Julie and I wouldn’t have, shall we say, gotten to know each other as well?” She laughed softly. “And she’s such a beautiful woman, isn’t she Roy?” I nodded dumbly and watched them kiss again.

In a moment, Hannah broke away and returned to caressing Julie’s brown thigh. “We went to the powder room before we came here, Roy,” Hannah whispered, “and took our panties off. Julie is naked under this short skirt.”

My cock bobbed and Julie’s head rolled to the side onto Hannah’s arm, a sensual look on her face, eyes still closed. I was so aroused. “Stark naked, Roy,” Hannah continued, her long fingers teasing the hem of the pleated skirt.  Julie’s legs parted as Hannah slid the tennis skirt up revealing Julie’s pussy. She was shaven, completely bald pussy, and I stared at the puffy lips surrounded by nothing but skin! I had never seen anything so arousing and compelling in my life.

“Julie likes the clean look,” murmured Hannah as her fingers lightly caressed Julie’s thighs. “Look, Roy,” she said. “Pretty pussy.”

I fell forward at the command, my mouth yearning for those naked pouting lips. She was all ready aroused and wet, her juices flowing freely as my dutiful tongue tenderly licked, probed, explored and tunnelled her pussy. Through my obsessive stupor, I vaguely sensed Hannah and Julie kissing each other passionately above me as I worked slavishly on Julie’s pussy.

A hand seized my head and pulled me into her pussy as her legs closed around me. “Oh, Hannah,” Julie cried out and moaned as she came. Of course, I kept caressing her pussy and inner thighs with my tongue with long gentle strokes until Julie said, “Enough, Roy.” 

The urge left me and I sat back on my heels, looking up at the two women on the sofa. Julie had straightened her skirt and that beautiful shaven pussy was hidden from my view. Hannah was laying back, looking down at me with half closed eyes and breasts rising and falling. I knew that look, she was so aroused.

Julie leaned over and kissed her deeply, her fingers stroking Hannah’s breasts through the tight tennis top. Hannah moaned slightly and Julie leered at me as she pulled Hannah’s tennis skirt up around Hannah’s waist. I watched Hannah’s legs fall apart to reveal her bush, her pink lips poking wetly through her black pubic hair.

“I love all this hair,” Julie said softly as he long fingers ran lightly over Hannah’s pussy. Suddenly, with one short motion, Julie slid a long finger into Hannah’s pussy. Hannah moaned slightly at this penetration, her head lolling back onto Julies arm.

Julie coldly held my eyes as she worked her finger in and out of my wife’s pussy. In and out, in and out, all the while gloating at me as Hannah moaned. “She loves this, doesn’t she?’ she whispered to me and I couldn’t look away.

With a faint plop, she removed her finger and wiped it on my cheek. Julie leaned back and pointed at Hannah’s cunt. “Look, Roy,” she laughed. “Pretty pussy.” Compelled once again, I fell into Hannah’s glorious pussy, licking and caressing as usual while Hannah and Julie passionately kissed above me on the sofa.

It didn’t take long. Hannah must have been terribly aroused and she came with a rush, screaming loudly while Julie held her. After a moment, they commanded me to stop and I l sat back to see the two beautiful women embracing on the sofa, whispering softly to each other.

Soon, they disengaged, stood up and walked hand in hand to the bathroom with their hand bags. I heard running water, giggles, voices and laughter behind the closed bathroom door and after about twenty minutes the returned.

“Look, Roy,” Julie said, sliding her brief tennis skirt up. “Panties back on.”

I gaped! Julies panties were so sheer, I could see her pussy lips flattened against the transparent fabric.  “Julie is such a tease on the tennis court,” giggled Hannah. 

The panties were sheer white with a white lace trim around the legs and I drooled. “Looks like he loves my panties,” said Julie and dropped her skirt.

Please, “ I begged. “Please let me come. I need to come,” I pleaded. “I’ve learnt my lesson.”

Hannah’s eyes narrowed. “Have you? I don’t think so, Roy. I can’t trust you.” She glanced at Julie who smiled and Hannah said, “Destiny.”

When I came out of the trance, I was standing in front of the two women. “What did you do to me?” I groaned. “What now?”

“Just changed a few commands,” Hannah said and Julie giggled. “It’s simple, Roy. You must obey Julie and myself with out question.” She coldly looked into my eyes. “Understand?” I nodded. It was hopeless.

“And Mandy,” Julie added.

“Yes, of course. Julie, Mandy and myself. Total obedience. Now get dressed.”

As I picked up my clothes, Julie added, “And no underwear, Roy.” I dropped my shorts on the floor. “I like to think of your poor hard cock sliding around in your pants.” They laughed and, totally humiliated, I dressed.

As we walked out the door, Hannah scooped up the panties and my shorts, stuffing them in her bag.

I followed them out the door. They walked arm in arm, tennis racquets under their arms down the corridor while I followed a step behind.

Three women, laughing and talking were coming in the opposite direction. They were wearing a t-shirt commemorating a conference in the hotel and they had obviously enjoyed wine and drinks with their lunch.

Julie stopped, a wicked grin on her face. “Hannah,” she said, smiling, “I think we’ve been too cruel on Roy. I think we should let him cum.” She tilted her head at the three women walking towards us and Hannah laughed suddenly.

I blushed. I had no idea what was going to happen but I knew I wouldn’t like it and  it was, probably, going to be very embarrassing.

“Hi, ladies,” Julie greeted the women in a cheery voice, smiling. “Enjoying your conference?” A chorus of replies. “I wonder if I could ask your help?” she said innocently. The three women looked at each other and stopped.

“What kind of help?” a black woman asked.

“It’ll be fun,” promised Julie. “I’m Julie, by the way, and this is Hannah.”

“Hi,” Hannah said.

The women smiled and nodded back and the black woman introduced her companions. “I’m Serena. This is Wendy,” she said and a shorter woman smiled.

The last woman jumped in. “Hi, Lisa,”  she introduced herself. They turned and looked at me.

“That’s Roy,” Julie said dismissively, moving closer to the three women. “We had a little bet on the tennis court. Roy here,” and the turned to look at me, “bet we could not get 10 serves in a row in on the first serve.” They looked questioningly at her. “If we couldn’t, we were supposed to do everything he said. And I guess we all know what he would have got us to do. I guessing he wanted to screw both of us at the same time. You know men!”

“Yeah, they all dream it,” said Serena. “but can’t do it.”

“Can’t satisfy one woman,” said Lisa. “Let alone two.” All the women laughed, looking at me and I blushed again.

“Of course, we said if we did, he would have to do what we said!” Hannah said.

“And what happened?” Wendy impatiently asked.

 “Can I ask you a question?” Julie said quietly with a mischievous smile on her face and they all nodded, leaning forward to hear. “Have you ever seen a man play with himself?” There was an instant of shock on the faces of the three women and then suddenly, they all burst into laughter with Hannah and Julie smiling.

Still, laughing all the women stared at me and I hung my head, blushing shame.

“He lost?” Lisa asked between laughing. “You going to make him do that?” 

Hannah and Julie nodded. “In front of as many women as possible. You in?”

“You bet,” Serena said, still giggling. Wendy and Lisa nodded.

“Where?” Lisa asked.

“He,” Julie said,meaning me, “got a room. It’s just down the hall.”

“He was pretty confident,” observed Wendy.

“The fool!” Serena said. I could tell she didn’t like me.

“Shall we go?” Julie asked, smiling, leading the way back to the room.

The five women walked down the corridor, giggling and stealing glances at me as I reluctantly followed them into the room.

“Make yourselves comfortable,” Hannah said as Julie pulled a bottle from the bar.

“Look, champagne!” She popped the cork and the women filled glasses and, when they ran out of glasses, coffee cups with champagne. They settled into the sofa and chairs then turned  to me.

“Well, Roy,” said Hannah, smiling coldly at me. “Time to honour your bet.”

“But, Hannah,” I protested weakly, “I don’t….”

“Stop whining, Roy,” Julie interrupted. “A bet’s a bet. Now, get your clothes off.” A chorus of giggles at that remark.

“Betcha he wouldn’t have listened to you girls if he won,” snapped Serena.

Slowly, I stripped off my clothes. “Look,” gasped Lisa as my bald groin slid into view.

“Hmm,” murmured Wendy. “The bald look. That will get itchy.” 

“Not if he keeps it shaved.” I kept my eyes lowered as I listened to the giggles and the comments.

“No underwear,” said Julie, obviously enjoying the game. “He was prepared for action.”

“Turn around,” commanded Hannah and, as I turned, a few gasps from the audience.

“Why, Roy,” Julie asked innocently. “What happened there?”

“Mandy,” I mumbled.

“What?” Hannah demanded. “Speak up.”

“A woman spanked me.” 

They all burst into loud laughter. “It’s not his day, is it,” laughed Lisa.

“Look,” Serana pointed at my cock. “He’s hard. He’s enjoying this!”

“Let’s get on with it,” Julie said in a business-like tone. Turning to the others, she asked, “Do we want him standing or kneeling?”

“Standing,” Lisa called.

“Yeah,” Wendy agreed. “We can see better.” As Serena nodded her agreement, Hannah caught my eye and I saw a slight flicker of concern in her eyes  but was quickly replaced by a cold look. No mercy there, I thought. They had me and I could do nothing about it.

“I prefer kneeling,” Hannah said coldly, “ but not everyone would get a good view, so let him stand.”

“Ok, then,” Julie said. “Start jerking off, Roy. But don’t cum until we say so.” As if I could anyway, I thought as I slipped my hand around my hard cock and started masturbating. There was a hush as I started jerking off but soon, a few giggles were heard, followed by loud laughter and, finally, lewd comments.

“Pump it, boy!” Wendy called.

“Jerk off!” Serena sneered.

“Look up, Roy,” called Julie and I raised my blushing face and was met by five pairs of laughing eyes. Julie had the camera. Click! Click!

I was trembling on the edge again very quickly and I looked imploringly at Hannah and Julie. Click!

“I thought they liked to jerk off with pictures?” Lisa said.

“He doesn’t need pictures,” laughed Wendy. “He’s got us!” 

They all laughed at that and Serena hiked her skirt up a little and I stared at her long black legs. “Like these, little boy?” she sneered and the women laughed.

“I think he’s close,” warned Lisa.

“It was these dam fine legs,” Serena said and they laughed again.

“Ok,” Julie took charge and wrote something on a piece of paper. “On the count of three, we say this,” she said, passing the piece of paper around. “Everybody got that?” They all nodded and leaned forward to watch me. I was gasping as my hand flew up and down my sensitive cock. No longer caring about the humiliation, I just wanted to cum.

“One,” Julie began. “Two. Three!!!”

Everybody shouted, “Cum, Roy!”

The sensation rolled through me and, because of the period of complete denial, I erupted with a force that made me cry out. Eyes closed, head tossed back, I pumped load after load of cum from my straining cock as sweat rolled down my face and my chest. Click!

Finally, it was over and, as they hadn’t used any trigger words to make me jerk off, I could stop by myself. I slowly removed my hand and hung my head so I wouldn’t have to look at the laughing women. Humiliation swept over me and I wished I could just fade away.

“Look, it’s starting shrink all ready,” Lisa broke the silence and there were a few giggles.

“Go get a wet towel, Roy,” Hannah said, “and clean that mess up.”

“Remind me never to check into this room,” Serena said and they laughed.

“Unless they steam clean the carpets,”  Wendy said. More laughter as I slunk into the bathroom.

They said they’re good-byes as I knelt on the floor and wiped up my cum from the carpet.

“Thanks, girls,” said Lisa. “This has got the conference off to a great start!”

“Sure has,” agreed Wendy. “Here’s my card. Give us a call if you’ve got any more fun ideas. We’re in town until Friday.”

“Ok,” Hannah said, smiling down at me as I knelt naked, cleaning the carpet. “You never know.”

Finally, they left and Julie inspected my work. “That’ll do,” she said. “Get dressed.”

“I have to go back to my surgery to check tomorrows lists, Julie,” Hannah said. “Can you take a cab home?” She paused.”  Wait a minute,” she said. “Roy can take you home.”

“Fine,” said Julie and tenderly took Hannah’s hand. Gently, the kissed. “See you soon?” Julie said huskily.

“Tomorrow,” promised Hannah in an equally husky voice and quickly slipped out the door.”

“Come on, Roy, “Julie ordered. “You can check out of this dump.”

The hotel lobby was busy with conference delegates lining up to check in. Serena and company must have checked in early to have a little party together before the formalities. Well, they got something different, I thought and blushed at the mental image that suddenly formed.

It was some sort of retail conference and the delegates came from all over the world. The language difficulties together with the usual reservation errors meant checking out was not that easy.

Julie took one look at the line and said, “ You take care of this, Roy. I’ll be over there.” She waved her hand at the lobby shops next to the coffee lounge.

It took almost forty minutes to finally get the bill, pay it and get out of the milling crowd of delegates in front of the reception desk. I looked around for Julie but couldn’t see her as I scanned the shops.  As I turned towards the coffee shop, I saw her perched on a stool and sipping coffee while reading a magazine, some small packages next to her. My eyes were drawn to her long legs and the short tennis skirt and, as a mental image of her transparent panties flashed into my mind, my cock stirred against the metal of my pants zipper.

She spotted me and waved me over while finishing off her coffee. “You can carry those,” she said and walked off towards the elevators. Scooping up the small packages, I scurried after her.

We took the elevator down to the car park and I pointed towards my BMW. “Give me the keys,” she said. “I’ll drive.” Tentatively, I held out the keys and she unlocked the car, slid into the drivers seat. “Get in,” she snapped. Placing the packages in the back seat, I clambered in next to her, shutting the door behind me.

She slid the keys into the ignition but didn’t kick the engine over. Instead, she sat back into the seat and looked at me. “You’re in a hell of situation, aren’t you?”

I felt a sudden surge of hope. Maybe she was going to release me, erase the commands and let me get back to my life! Maybe she saw that hope in my eyes because she smiled. “Don’t think I’m going to let you get back to normal ‘cause I’m not.”

My face fell. “Why? What have I done to you? Why are you doing this?”

She leaned back and smiled again. “I’ll explain it to you, Roy,” she said calmly, “and what I’m going to tell you here, you will not tell Hannah. Or anyone else,” she added. “Understand?”

I nodded.

“It’s very simple, Roy. I love Hannah.”

“But so do I!”

“Do you? I don’t think so or you wouldn’t have screwed around. But, “ she said, waving dismissively, “I don’t care what you feel. But I do care what Hannah feels and right now, she still has a little affection for you.”

“She loves me!” I protested.

Julie laughed. “I don’t think so. Why would she do the things she has?”

“She’s angry with me.”

“Yes, Roy, she is. And I’m going to keep her angry with you and I’m going to reduce you to nothing. In her eyes you will become nothing more than an object of derision. A slave.”

I was horrified. “You can’t……”

“Can’t I? Just watch. I’m going to humiliate you, beat you until you are no longer a person worthy of her. And, believe Roy, she will see you that way! She’ll think of you as nothing more than an obedient animal.”

“I’ll go away!” I pleaded. “We’ll get a divorce!”

“I can’t wait for that and I can’t let Hannah start thinking about you and your relationship. No warm memories to make her change her mind. No messy property settlements. No, I’m going to break you, to reduce you to a pet. You’ve lost her, your life, your control and I’ve won. End of conversation.” She smiled coldly. “Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I heard myself say.

“You are our toy. What are you?”

“I’m your toy.” My throat felt blocked and I felt like crying. My life was destroyed.

“Now,” she said, smiling broadly. “Pull your pants down around your ankles.” 

Without question I unbuckled my stupid belt, raised myself slightly and pulled my pants down completely to expose my cock and shaven balls. My buttocks hurt again as I sat back down. 
 
“Good,” Julie said, smiling at my embarrassed look. “You liked my panties before. Look.” With that she spread her legs and raised her skirt. As I stared at those sheer panties and her bald pussy lips spread against the transparent fabric, my cock rose into full height. Smiling in satisfaction, she rummaged in her bag an pulled the camera out. “Start jerking off,” she commanded. Click! Click! 

“Ok,” she said, putting the camera away. “Enough.” I stopped and waited. Julie leaned over and pulled the seat belt over my arms and locked it in. Reaching into the rear seat, she produced a thin pink ribbon from one of her packages. Giggling, she tied a bow around the base of my twitching cock.

“Now, my little slave is about to be shown off.” She smoothed her skirt down, slipped her seat belt on and started the engine. Laughing softly, she reversed out of the car space and roared up the ramp into the street.

As I blinked in the late afternoon sun, I felt horribly exposed. My cock remained hard and was plainly visible as we drove down the street.

“Please,” I pleaded. “Don’t do this to me.” I cringed in the seat.

Julie laughed. “Spread those legs. I want everyone to see your shaved balls and the ribbon!”

We drove next to a large off road vehicle with a women driver who casually looked down. I blushed as I saw the startled look on her face replaced with laughter and she turned to talk to someone else in her vehicle. “Look,” said Julie, pointing. “A school bus.”  The lettering on the bus said it was an exclusive private girls school. “Let’s give them a peek,” Julie laughed and I wanted the ground to swallow me up.

We slowed down as we drove past the bus and I saw teen aged girls pointing and laughing at me as I winced in embarrassment. Totally humiliated and defeated, I slumped in the seat as we drove around the city. 

Soon, Julie tired of her game and she drove to her apartment. After she parked the car, she took a few more humiliating photos. “Hannah and I will love looking at these, showing them to our friends,” she said. 

As she gathered her things, she threw a flat package onto the seat next to me. “Wear those to work tomorrow,” she said. “No underwear. No socks. Got it?” I nodded resignedly. “And,” she added laughing,  “keep the ribbon on. ‘Bye, ‘bye, toy,” she sneered as she left the car.

It took me a few moments to get free of the seat belt and to pull my pants up over my be-ribboned cock and stinging buttocks. Curiously, I opened the package she had left behind. Pantyhose! Black, sheer to waist pantyhose! I stared moodily up at her apartment building and wondered what she had in store for me next.

Hannah wasn’t home so I slunk into my room and, exhausted, fell asleep. As usual, I woke with a hard-on  but, this time, also with a ribbon around my cock. I removed the pink ribbon in the bathroom and shaved my crotch as well as my face. Wincing in pain from my whipped ass, I stepped into the shower.

As I was drying myself after my shower, I heard the ‘phone ring and then stop as Hannah answered it. Sighing, I retied the ribbon around the base of my cock, finishing it in a bow as Julie had done. I felt ridiculous.

Back in my room, I picked up the pantyhose packet and studied it. Black, sheer to waist, extra-large. I’d seen women put pantyhose on before so I vaguely knew what to do. Seated on the edge of the bed, I slipped one foot in and then the other, standing to pull the pantyhose up and around my waist. The sensual feel of the pantyhose made me hard, the tight nylon pulling my cock against my belly.

I was pulling on a white shirt when Hannah, dressed in her robe, walked in. She laughed when she saw the pantyhose and laughed louder when she saw the pink ribbon around my cock. “When Julie told me, I just had to see it,” she said. I guess I knew who had just been on the ‘phone. “You look stupid,” Hannah continued, hands on hips. “Turn around.” I did and I heard her laugh again. “Still sore?” she asked and I nodded. “Good,” she said. “Follow me.”

She strode back to her bedroom and I sheepishly followed in the pantyhose and my shirt. It was strange feeling the pantyhose on my legs and cock, somehow arousing.   “Lose the shirt,” she said when I walked into her room and I hung it over the door knob. Laughing, she pointed at my cock. “I love the ribbon. Julie is wicked!” She sure is, I thought. You just don’t know how wicked.

She sat on the bed, pointing at the floor and I knelt in front of her. “Julie got me so hot talking on the ‘phone. She said to use you like the pussy licker you are. What are you?” she snapped.

“A pussy licker,” I said, looking down.

Hannah pulled her robe apart. She was naked underneath and I stared at her hairy pussy, the pouting lips and the sweet musky aroma. “You know what I want,” she said huskily. “No trigger words any more, you have do what I say. Let’s see what you’ve learned. Lick me,” she commanded.

Slowly, I moved my head between her thighs and let my tongue delicately move over the tops of her thighs and lightly over her puffy lips. Her juices were flowing and I wondered what Julie had said to get her so aroused.

It seems I had learnt how to lick pussy as she started to cum after a few moments of my probing tongue started its journey over her clitoris. My face was ground into her wetness as she moaned and groaned through her orgasm.

Suddenly, she pushed me away and I sprawled on my back on the carpet, sending pain through my whipped ass. “I don’t know how I once loved you, Roy! Get out of my sight!” She pulled the robe around her and stalked into her bathroom. 

I scooped up my shirt and dragged my feet back to my room to dress. The pantyhose under my trousers felt warm and strange. I thought the section showing under my trouser cuffs would pass for socks so it shouldn’t be so obvious I was wearing hose.

Mandy was all ready in and in Robert’s office. She must have pushed him out and he probably didn’t care. Not even bothering to knock, Mandy walked into my office, carrying her diary and a folder of papers, shutting the door behind her. “Off that seat,” she said and I quickly got off my chair and watched as she casually sat behind my desk. As she crossed her legs, I stole a glance at her long legs in sheer black nylons and her short black skirt.

“I’ve organised the sales team to focus on these high net worth areas. Forget the low market stuff! And I’ve started an advertising campaign. We’re getting serious!” She looked up and smiled. “I hear you’ve got some serious accessories.” I blushed. “ Drop your pants!”

Unbuckling my belt, I let my pants drop to my ankles. As Mandy started laughing, I stole a nervous glance out the window. My office was three floors up but people in the other building may be able to see me.

She started giggling when she saw the ribbon and my hard cock squashed against my belly. “Still painful?” she asked as I followed her finger directions to pirouette.

“Yes,” I said.

“Excellent. And I think you should call me Ms Munro from now on. A sign of respect. Understand?”

“Yes Ms Munro,” I replied, humiliated.

“Put your pants and shoes over there,” she waved at a shelf and I followed her instructions. “Now, go and tell Lorraine that we are in conference and will not be disturbed until lunch.

I gulped. Lorraine was our receptionist that sat near the door to my office. I couldn’t go out there dressed in pantyhose, white shirt and a tie! But I had no choice.

Mandy enjoyed my discomfort for a while but showed some mercy as I started walking to the door. “Open the door and stick your face around the corner.”

Relieved, I did just that and Lorraine, a pert nineteen year old, just waved.

“I let you off then. I won’t do it again.”

“Thank you Ms Munro,” I quickly said. I didn’t want to have to parade through the office dressed like this.

“Where’s your contact list?” I quickly pulled the book out from the drawer and gave it to her. “Good. All the phone numbers are here,” she said, flicking through the address book.  “Get under  the desk,” she ordered.

I slid under the desk and she uncrossed her legs and opened them to my eyes. Black stockings, no panties and a lovely red haired pussy.

“Lick me,” she ordered. I moved closer, pulling myself completely under the desk, and started gently using my tongue on her pussy.

Above me, she picked up the ‘phone and punched in a number from the book. “Mr Jones? This is Mandy Munro from Coast Realty.” Pause. “I’m fine. You? That’s good. I’m ringing to let you know I will be your new contact at Coast from now on. No, Roy’s Ok. He’s just moved into a new position.” A slight giggle. “He’s got other details on his mind now. I’ve been appointed the new manager and I would love to meet with you. Next Thursday?” I heard rustling as she must have written the date into her diary. “Great. See you then.”

“Mmm,” she said leaning back in the chair and I looked up at her from under the desk, my tongue at her pussy. “That’s your place from now on.” She picked up the ‘phone and started working through all the names in my contact book while I caressed her pussy with my tongue. Mandy was nowhere near cumming but was enjoying the feel of my tongue and the sight of me on my knees in pantyhose.

Sometime later, I was still under the desk, licking, my jaw aching when I heard the office door open. I cringed in shame. “Mandy?” I heard Lorraine’s voice.

“Yes, Lorraine?”

“There’s a Julie here to see Roy. Where is Roy?” she asked in a puzzled voice.

“Under the desk.”

“What!”

“I’ll explain later. Send her in.” I didn’t hear the door close and wondered if any part of me could be seen from the reception area.

“Hello, Mandy.”

Mandy pushed me away, straightened her skirt and moved to greet Julie. “Julie,” she said and I guessed they hugged each other.

“Where is he?”

“Under the desk,” Mandy replied and they laughed.

“Get out here, toy,” Julie ordered and I crawled out. Thankfully, the office door was closed.

“Toy?” Mandy laughed. “I like that.”

“Stand up,” Julie said, then laughed. “The ribbon is great, isn’t it?” she said to Mandy.

Mandy nodded. “I like it. Do you like it, Toy?”

“No, Ms Munro. I feel stupid.”

Julie raised her eyebrow. “You are training him well. Do you have scissors?” Mandy pointed to a pair on the desk and Julie picked them up. “Here, Toy, cut the crotch of your pantyhose so we can see the ribbon.” I cut a circle out of the pantyhose. “Bigger,” Julie instructed and I cut further.  I stood still for their inspection, my hard cock standing out from my shaven groin, now totally exposed with the pink ribbon around the base of my cock clearly visible.

“That’s better,” said Mandy threw the piece of pantyhose into the waste basket as both women dissolved into giggles. When they’d recovered, Mandy asked Julie, “Now, the reason for your visit?”

“Yes, I want to take the Toy out. Is that a problem?”

“Not at all. There’s no real work for him here any more. I’m moving into this office and the new sales people will need Robert’s old office so take him for as long as you like.” I hung my head at that news. Not only had I lost respect and control but, now, my business as well!

“You’re really moving along,” Julie said admiringly.

“This will be an all female office. Except for the Toy, that is.” They laughed again.

“Ok. Get dressed, Toy, “ Julie said and kissed Mandy on the cheek. “Thanks.”

I followed her out, trying to ignore the strange looks and giggles from the staff.

We left in Julies car and drove in silence  to a nearby shopping mall. “Take the necktie off,” she said as she walked off and I pulled it off, dropping it on the car seat.

I followed her into the mall, watching her wonderful ass move in her short skirt. Today, she was dressed in a loose cotton top, short casual skirt and sandals with no stockings. With her long blonde hair pulled back, she looked fresh and non-threatening but I knew better.

Julie walked into a pet store and took a thin pink leather dog collar off a rack. “Try this for size,” she said and I looked at her in puzzlement. “Around your neck, stupid!” she snapped and I quickly slipped it on, much to the amusement of the young woman behind the counter. “Kneel,” she said and I did, drawing amused stares from a few of the people in the shop. I blushed in shame as Julie fastened the collar. It was tight. “Good,” she said, undoing the collar and moving to the counter. “Come on,” she ordered and I stood next to as the young woman looked me up and down in amusement.

“You’ve got him trained,” she said to Julie.

“He’s still got a way to go. Do you have those little identification tags for collars?” Julie asked.

The woman showed her a pink metal disc. “Like this? Matches the collar.”

“Can you engrave it?”

The woman nodded. “What do you want on it?”

“Toy.”

“Toy? T-O-Y?”

“Yes. I’ll pay for it now and pick it up later.” Julie paid and I followed her out, cringing in humiliation.

Next stop was a nearby women’s hairdressing salon. As it wasn’t busy, Julie got a spot straight away but the plump woman who ran the place was surprised when Julie explained I was the one getting the hair-cut. I looked at Julie in horror. I liked to keep my dark hair reasonably long. I’ve been told, one of my good points.

Julie smiled coldly at my expression and pointed at the chair. With a sinking feeling I sat down and the hairdresser who introduced herself as Darlene, prepared me.

“Now,” Darlene looked at me in the mirror, “what would you like?”

I opened my mouth but Julie spoke up. “Don’t ask him. He does what I say.” Darlene looked at her with interest. “Isn’t that right?” Julie snapped at me.

I nodded. “Yes,” I murmured.

“Speak up!”

“I do what she says,” I said in a broken voice

Julie nodded in satisfaction and then instructed Darlene. “I want it very short and lightened. No sideburns.”

Darlene blinked in amazement. “Well,” she said slowly, “that’s a different look. Really different.”

“I want him to look different.”

Darlene shrugged. “You’re the boss.”

“I’ll be back in a little while,” Julie told Darlene then stared at my reflection in the mirror. “You obey Darlene in every way. Understand?”

“Yes, Julie,” I replied and Darlene slowly shook her head, a sly grin appearing on her face as Julie walked out. 

As she ran a brush through my hair, she asked,” You’ll do what I say?”

“Yes,” I said woodenly.

“What a pity we’re not somewhere private,” she laughed. “Oh well,” she sighed and started cutting. I felt like crying as I watched my hair fall to the floor. 

I was staring at the finished product in horror when Julie appeared in the reflection behind me. “Look’s great,” she smirked. My hair was now a much lighter and very, very short, almost like a yellow skull cap. I looked so different, I doubted anybody who knew me would instantly recognise me.

Darlene took the money and then coughed nervously, glancing at me and back at Julie. “Eh, um,” she began. “He really does everything,” she paused. “You know, everything.....?” She trailed off and Julie smiled.

“Oh yes. Everything!” She laughed and Darlene blushed. Then Julie whispered, “I could lend him to you if you like?” Darlene fidgeted nervously. “I’ll give you my card,” smiled Julie. “Call me if you want to have a chat. Or, maybe, borrow him.” She winked and strode out with me hurrying after her, my head feeling strange and a little cold in the new hair style.

Back to the pet shop. “That’s different,” the young woman observed, staring at my hair.

“A new style,” agreed Julie. “Have you finished the engraving?” The woman held up the pink leather collar with a pink metal disc attached with ‘Toy’ was engraved on it. “How pretty!” exclaimed Julie. “Just right. Kneel,” she commanded and I did. Luckily, this time the shop was empty.

Julie fastened the collar around my neck and then produced a small gold padlock which she used to close the collar permanently. She tossed the keys to the young woman. “Throw those in the trash for me, please.” The woman looked surprised and stared down at the keys lying on the counter. How would I get the collar off, I thought desperately. “Thanks for your help,” Julie said to the woman. “Bring those with you,” she ordered, pointing at some packages which I picked up and I followed to her out into the mall.


Julie led the way into a small restaurant, selected a table and sat down. I sat opposite her, conscious that the collar and tag could easily be seen when the waitress arrived.

“I’ll have the fish special, thanks,” Julie said. “With a glass of white wine. He’ll,” she said looking at me, “have a small green salad and a glass of water.” The waitress shot me an amused look and walked away. “Hungry?” Julie asked, writing on a small piece of paper and slipping it into an enveloped.

“Yes,” I said quickly.

“You’ll have to hurry then.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, afraid.

“To get back to Darlene.”

“Darlene? What for?”

“I want you to ask her if you can show her your cock.” My mouth dropped open. “When you have shown her and anybody else that wants to look, and only after, give her this note.” She slid the envelope across the table.

“Julie, please,” I begged. “Please don’t make me do this. Please.”

“I’m sure Darlene will enjoy it. She seemed interested. If you’re not back by the time I’ve finished my food, you miss out and you’ll stay hungry.” I stared into those cold eyes and knew I had no choice.

Darlene seemed surprised when she saw me walk back into the hairdressing salon. She was just seeing a customer out when I arrived and she shut the door, turning back to me. “Yes?”

I looked around the salon at the remaining customers and the other hairdressers. Blushing, I moved closer. “I’ve been sent to ask you.....”

“Yes? Go on.”

“If you would like to see my cock.” It rushed out and I stood, waiting, avoiding her eyes, thoroughly humiliated.

Darlene was taken aback but recovered quickly. The plump woman looked around the salon. “Here? You mean here?”

“If you want,” I mumbled, looking down as shame swept over me.

She cleared her throat and then licked her lips. “Follow me,” she said and led me into a small kitchen and storage area. Sitting down on a canvas chair, Darlene crossed her thick legs and lit a cigarette, the butt quickly stained by her thick red lipstick.

“Ok,” she said. “Let’s see it.”

I dropped my pants around my ankles, stood naked from the waist down except for the pantyhose and the ribbon and hung my head in embarrassment. Suddenly, much to my humiliation, I felt my cock stir and quickly grow hard. I can’t find this exciting, I screamed to myself! I can’t! But my cock remained hard and twitching.

Darlene puffed on her cigarette and studied my cock. “Well,” she said throatily, “It’s been a while.”

“Here,” I said, handing her the envelope and watched her open it. Silently, she read the note, looked at me and put it back in the envelope.

“Tell her yes,” she said. Yes what, I thought? What did this fat woman agree to? I reached down for my pants. “Wait,” she ordered, stubbing the cigarette out in an ash tray, reaching into her handbag and retrieving her lipstick. Uncapping it, I watched in horror as she drew bright red lipstick on the swollen head of my cock. The sensation was incredible and I wanted her to keep going as much as I wanted her to stop. A few girlish giggles escaped as she performed her task until the head of my cock was bright red.

I buckled my pants and left the salon, my cock hard in my pants. Julie was halfway through her fish and a small green salad sat in my place. She raised an eyebrow and I  said, “She said yes.”

“Good,” Julie smiled, sipped her wine and watched me. “How’s the lipstick?” 

I blushed in shame. “Please, Julie,” I whispered, “don’t do anything else to me. I’ve learned my lesson. I promise.”

“This is not about lessons. I thought I explained. You’d better eat up.” I reached for my knife and fork and she shook her head. “No, toys don’t use those. Use your hands.”

Blinking back tears of humiliation I clumsily ate the salad with my hands, much to the disgust of the other diners and to the amusement of the waitress.

“Hungry, isn’t he?” the waitress observed.

“No style,” agreed Julie, watching me eat with a cold smile.

“What’s with the collar?”

“Just proves I own him,” Julie said, handing her credit card to the waitress. “Show her your tag,” she said to me and I embarrassedly, showed it.

“Toy,” said the waitress reading the engraving. “I see,” she said, taking the bill and the credit card away.

Julie led the way back to the car while I followed with the packages. Where next, I wondered fearfully? What will they do to me now?

I was surprised when she drove to her apartment. Up three flights of stairs, carrying the parcels while she took the elevator. She had told me I had to lose a little weight so regular exercise was important.

Once inside the apartment, she motioned for me to place the parcels on the bench. “Strip,” Julie said while she rummaged in one of the parcels, pulling out a pair of brief white swimming briefs. “Like them?” she said holding them up.

“I don’t know,” I answered obediently, naked with that stupid ribbon around my cock and the head of my cock painted bright red with lipstick.

Julie laughed so much at the lipstick on my cock that she had to wipe a tear away from the corner of her eye. “Fantastic!” she gasped. “How do I think of these things!” Still laughing, she pulled the camera from her bag. “Hannah’s going to love this!” Click! Click!

Julie then tossed me some tissues. “Wipe it off,” she commanded and I got most of the dammed stuff off. God, I wished I could jerk off, I needed to cum

“Assume the position.” I took that meant to kneel so I did while she produced a pair of scissors and started cutting the lining out of the swimmers. “I took a guess on your size,” she said and suddenly giggled.

I cleared my throat.” Julie,” I began,” and she looked down at me. My throat was dry, my cock was hard and I felt humiliated having to ask. “Can I please cum?”

“Horny, are we?” she sneered and I nodded. “You haven’t even seen my panties today. Would you like to see them?” she taunted.

A mental image of her transparent panties from yesterday leapt into my mind. I nodded. “Ask,” she demanded.

“Julie,” I begged. “Can I please see your panties?”

A small victory smile played on her face as she lifted her short skirt to reveal black lace panties. My cock throbbed. “Like them?” she whispered.

“Oh, yes,” I moaned. “Can I please jerk off?”

“And cum?” she teased.

“Please! Please!” I begged. “I need to!”

She dropped her skirt hard look on her face. “No,” she stated coldly. “You don’t deserve to.”

“Please,” I moaned. “I’ll do anything!” I sobbed.

“You will any way,” she sneered and my heart sank while my cock bobbed and waved in front of my bald crotch.  “Here, stand up and try these on. You can take the ribbon off.”

As I struggled to pull the swimmers on, I realised they were a little small but I finally got them on. They were so tight, the outline of my hard cock and bald balls was visible and the lack of a lining made it worse. It was more obscene than being naked.

“Turn around,” and, as I did, she laughed. “You red ass still shows the whipping. Good.”  Pointing at the floor, she said, “Wait here,” and walked to another room. Sighing with frustration, I knelt on the floor.

A little later, she returned, looking stunning in a black one piece swimming suit. Hair pulled back and sun glasses perched on her head, she produced a red lipstick. “Hold still,” she ordered and she applied the lipstick to my mouth while I knelt in front of her. 

Julie studied her handiwork. “Perfect. Come here,” she beckoned to a full length mirror and I cringed in embarrassment when I saw the reflection. It wasn’t me any more. Short blonde hair, red lipstick, pink collar and tight white swimming briefs with the shape my cock clearly out lined. I felt humiliated. Click! Click! More pictures of my down fall.

“What are you going to do?” I whispered, fearful of her next commands.

“You need exercise,” she smiled. “A little swim. The pool is on the first floor. You can walk down while I take the elevator.”

I gasped in horror. “No, Julie, please.”

Her steely gaze showed no mercy. “Get going.”

Nervously, I slipped into the corridor and into the stairwell. Heart pounding, I slowly walked down the two flights without seeing anyone, much to my relief. Julie was stretched out on a recliner, sunglasses on, when I crept out to the pool deck. To my embarrassment, I saw there were some women in bikinis lounging around the pool and I heard whispered comments and giggles.

“Come here, toy,” Julie said loudly and there were more giggles. “Rub my back with oil,” she directed.
I poured oil onto my hands and started rubbing her smooth back. “Now my thighs.” My cock stirred in it’s tight prison as I rubbed the oil into her long legs.

Julie looked down at the outline of my hard cock. “Looks like you need cooling off,” she said. “Swim a few laps.”

Gratefully, I slipped into the pool and swam up and down a few times. I stood up and looked around for Julie. She beckoned me and I climbed out of the pool to the grins and wolf whistles of the group of women. Face burning, I looked down. The swimming briefs had become almost transparent and my cock and balls were exposed.

Julie laughed. “Come here, toy and massage my feet.” Crouching next to the recliner, I dutifully massaged her feet while my ears burnt from the giggles and laughter coming from the other group.

Finally, one of the women, dressed in a yellow bikini stood looking down at me while I massaged. “He always do what you want?” she asked and Julie nodded, grinning. 

“Stand up, toy,” she ordered. “Show her your butt.” I turned around and the woman whistled, a broad smile on her face. The other women gathered around and giggled.

“I like his briefs,” one of them commented.

“And his collar,” another commented while I stood in humiliation.

Julie stood up and gathered her things. “I’ve got to go upstairs. You can keep him for a while, if you like.” The women looked uncertainly at each other for a moment “Don’t worry, he will do everything you say. And I mean everything.”

“Ok,” said the women in the yellow bikini. “Sure!”

Afraid, I looked pleadingly at Julie but she ignored it. “Toy,” she instructed, “you are to obey these ladies and do everything the say. Understand?”

Hanging my head, I murmured, “Yes, Julie,” and she walked away, leaving me alone.

The women cheered and for the next hour, I massaged, rubbed oil and got drinks for the women. Most of the time, I had a hard cock and they took great delight in watching me get hard, then making me swim to help me lose the erection. Then, it would start all over again.

Finally, they demanded I pull the swimming briefs down and they laughed at my shaven balls. I wished the ground world swallow me up because, at that precise moment, Julie returned with the camera. Click! Click!

At last, I was allowed to pull those tight white swimming briefs up and follow Julie to the car. She had piled some packages and boxes in the back seat but I couldn’t see my clothes. Right now, I would even welcome the pantyhose back.

“Please, Julie,” I asked tentatively. “Can I get dressed?”

“You are dressed,” she grinned. “Get in.”

Julie drove to my house and, maliciously, she went through town so I was stared at by people in other cars and had to suffer much finger pointing and jeering. Every now and again she would raise her skirt to show me her black lace panties to make me hard in my revealing swimming briefs. It was embarrassing but, finally, we made it to my house. Or, should that be, Hannah’s house now?

She made me carry all the boxes in and, conscious of my ridiculous outfit, I moved quickly and managed to complete it all in just two trips.

Once inside, she started preparation for cooking while I, under her curt instructions, set the table for two and arranged wine glasses and candles in the centre of the table. Soon, food was cooking in the oven and I knelt in the corner as directed while Julie enjoyed a long hot shower. I was conscious of my own body odour and wished I could shower but it didn’t seem to be an option.

Julie took ages in the shower, so long my knees began to hurt, but when she emerged, it was worth it. Smelling sweet and looking beautiful, she appeared in a short tight black dress, black stockings and high heels with her long blonde hair hanging free on her shoulders. I knew I could not compete with the vision she presented and, what’s more, she knew it as well!

Pouring a glass of white wine, she arranged herself on the couch, her long legs clad in sheer black nylon. “Time for more exercise. I think about twenty push-ups. Get started!”

I managed to complete the twenty but was covered in sweat at the end. Sweat ran over my body and pooled around my balls and ass, caught by the tight white swimmers.

She studied me as I lay panting on the floor. “You can take those off now.” With relief, I pulled the soaked swimmers off and knelt back on the floor, naked. “Rub yourself,” she ordered. “Get all that sweat from your balls and ass on your hands. Quickly!” I did as I was told and soon my hands were covered in the sweat from my balls and ass. “Now, rub it on your face and in your hair.” Puzzled, I followed the instructions, wondering why. 

Placing her wine glass on the coffee table, Julie pulled some leather cuffs from a bag. Following her directions, I put them on around each wrist and each ankle. Each one was padlocked shut and, then, Julie connect the wrist-cuffs to my collar with a thin chain and I found it impossible to move my hands below my waist. I couldn’t even touch my cock!

Two other chains were connected to the ankle cuffs and back to my arms and I found myself in a position where I could only crawl as I could not straighten up. Bound into an animals position.

Julie smiled down at me and I tried not to peek up her short skirt.  “Comfortable, toy?” she laughed, squatting next to me with a rasp of nylon and I strained for a glimpse between her legs. I felt the bridle-like object being strapped around my head before I saw it. A round object was forced into my mouth and the straps fastened tightly behind me. “Mf?” I tried to protest but it was too late. I was silenced and confined to the position of a dog!

As I crouched on all fours, I felt her move behind me, the rustle of packaging and Julie’s fingers coating my ass with something wet. “Little puppy,” she said as her fingers caressed my cock and soon I was moving, on all fours, pumping my hard cock in her hand and hoping she will let me spurt.

Then I felt it! Something against my ass, pushing, insisting and painful. “Ugghhh!” I cried into the gag as I felt the object move into my ass. Tears formed in my eyes and I tried to push away but gripped my balls hard, causing me more pain as she mercilessly forced the intruder completely into my ass. Violated and humiliated, I slumped on the floor as tears ran down my face

A leather belt was locked around waist and thighs to keep the object in place and I felt her stand beside me. “I’ve won. Look at you,” she said quietly with a touch of pride. “You smell like an animal, you’re on all fours like pet puppy and you have a tail. Accept your new life, toy!” I looked behind me in horror and saw a looping tail of fake fur protruding from the plug in my ass!

Laughing, she picked up her glass and sauntered to the patio door. I stared at her shapely ass in the short figure hugging black dress and her long legs through tear filled eyes. Sliding open the door, she beckoned me. “Come here, puppy.” I crawled over, my ass sore and conscious of the tail waving from side to side.

Julie pointed at the small patch of lawn next to the patio. “If you want a piss, you’d better do it now. There won’t be another chance.” I looked at her in horror and tried to talk through the gag while she stared at me coldly over the wide rim of her wine glass. With a sinking heart, I knew I had no choice and I did need to piss.

Gingerly, I crawled on all fours over the patio, grimacing as my knees were scraped and crouched on the little patch of lawn. Luckily, the patio and lawn area was shielded from the street by a wall so I had some privacy. 

How do I do this, I thought? I can’t hold my cock so I tried to raise a leg and let go. The stream of piss splattered into the lawn, spraying on my legs and some drops reaching my stomach. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Julie casually leaning against the doorway watching with amusement.

Finally, I finished and slowly crawled back to the house, my tail waving. “Good puppy,” Julie said and, bursting into laughter, she went into the house and I followed.  She was standing in the centre of the room, legs apart and I felt a twinge of fear as I saw she was hiding something behind her back.

Crouching in front of her, I waited. “Down,” she ordered and, all resistance gone,  I slumped on my side. Julie, legs apart, stood next to me and my eyes travelled up the sheer black nylon of her legs to her crotch. I could just see her sheer pantyhose but no sign of panties in the shadow up her dress. I had been aroused for so long without relief, the idea of looking up her dress caused my cock to surge into hardness.

“Puppy’s on heat,” she smirked squatting next to me and her long fingers gently stroked my cock. Her touch was electric and I trembled. I so wanted to cum and I made muffled sounds of pleading through my gag. Julie produced a half inch wide strip of black dressmakers elastic and slipped it around the middle of my cock. In embarrassment, I noticed it had a small bell attached to it. 

“There,” Julie said, standing up. “A pet bell to tell us where our toy is.” Her cold eyes stared at me and she said,” Destiny.”

When I returned from my trance, I worriedly looked up at her and she smiled. “Oh, don’t worry,” she laughed coldly, “I’ll tell you what I’ve done. I’ve removed the blocker that prevents you from reaching orgasm.” My eyes must have shown my delight and she smirked. “The only problem is that you can’t reach your cock, can you? You’ll have to rub against something like the little puppy you now are. And when you do, you’ll be admitting to Hannah and I that you are exactly that, our little mindless puppy!”

I was finished, all resistance had left me. Julie attached a lead to my collar. On all fours, my cock bell tingling, I followed her to a corner and she attached the lead to the refrigerator handle. “Now, puppy,” she said. “You wait there for Hannah to come home. And I want you to behave when we have our dinner or there’ll be trouble.”

I lay whimpering in the corner, my ass stinging from my tail plug and my jaws hurting from the gag. Julie ignored me, readying the meal until I heard a car drive into the garage. Julie rushed into the bathroom and started running the bath.

Hope surged within me! Hannah would take pity on me, I knew it! She had to!  Julie stood by the door, turned to look at me with a smile and raised her dress! She was wearing sheer black pantyhose with no panties and my cock sprang into hardness.

The door opened and Hannah walked wearily into the room and smiled at the glass of wine offered by Julie. “What a nice surprise,” she said, taking the wine.

“Here’s another,” Julie said, kissing Hannah passionately. They broke away and Julie, taking Hannah’s hand, led her towards me. “Come see our new pet,” she said. Hannah saw me then , her eyes widened in shock and I felt elated. Hannah would free me! She would hate what Julie has done to me!

Dropping Julies hand and moving closer, she looked down at me. I tried to make pleading looks with my eyes as Julie slipped her arms around Hannah’s waist and looked over Hannah’s shoulder at me. “Doesn’t he look gorgeous?” she whispered in Hannah’s ear.

Hannah started giggling, tried to stifle her giggles with her hand but gave up, laughing loudly. “My god! He’s a dog!” she exclaimed.

“Meet toy,” Julie said, laughing herself and I knew I was defeated. It was hopeless.

Hannah knelt to look at me holding my bridle as I tried to move my head from her gaze. “He looks so different and,” she screwed her pretty face, “he smells. Phew!” 

Hannah stood and Julie held her again as they looked at me. “He’s just an animal,” Julie said and I hung my head. “Get up, puppy,” she commanded and I did as Hannah dissolved into giggles again. 

“A tail!” she said in disbelief but laughing.

“Move your tail, puppy,” Julie said and I knew I had to obey. Tears were starting to form in Hannah’s eyes as she watched me moved my tail from side to side. “Look,” said Julie pointing at my hard cock. “he’s enjoying this. Ring your bell, puppy,” she said and I twitched my cock . 

Hannah burst into laughter again at the sound of the bell and turned around to face Julie. “Julie, you are so wicked,” she said, looking deeply into the other woman’s eyes.

Julie took Hannah’s hand and slid it up her skirt to her crotch. “Feel just how wicked I am,” she whispered.

“Your pantyhose is soaked,” murmured Hannah. “You’re so wet.” 

“Aren’t you?”

“You’ll have to find out,” she whispered and I watched as Julie’s hand slid up Hannah’s skirt.

“Oooooh,” moaned Hannah and leaned into Julie. I was so aroused, my cock throbbed and the bell rang.

“We’re ringing puppy’s bell,” murmured Hannah and they giggled as they hugged each other.

Julie held Hannah at arms length. “I’ve prepared you a nice hot bath. Why don’t you enjoy that bath, we have a nice dinner and then…..?” she raised an eyebrow.

“Do I have to wait that long?” Hannah said softly and Julie nodded, smiling broadly. “You’re such a tease,” protested Hannah. “But,” she added with a smile, “I love you for it.”

Julie gave me a victorious smile as she led Hannah off to the bathroom. Hannah did not look back. Not even once. I realised that, with a falling heart, I was no longer important to my wife. All love had transferred to Julie and I was an object, a thing of derision.

Julie returned and tinkered in the kitchen, preparing the meal while I crouched next to the refrigerator, watching her. My eyes were glued to her  long, pantyhose covered legs as she moved around the kitchen, bending over the oven and bench top. My cock bell tingled a lot and Julie looked over every now and again, smiling at my hard cock.

She brought a cardboard box from the den, placed it on the coffee table and then brought the plates of food to the table as Hannah, fresh and perfumed in a simple dress, walked in.  She was in bare feet and looked down at the dinner table as Julie lit the candles. “Nice,” she said. “You’re wonderful.”

“Just what you need after a long day,” Julie said, offering a glass of wine.

Julie clicked my lead free from the collar and joined Hannah at the table. For a few moments they ate in silence.

“This is wonderful,” Hannah said and Julie beamed in pride.

“Thank you. I enjoyed preparing it for you.”

Hannah looked over at me and smiled. “You certainly prepared him!”

Julie smiled back her. “My gift. Your own puppy.” They both laughed and then, Julie called, “Come here, puppy.” I crawled over to the table as the women giggled when the bell tingled. 

Hannah beckoned me and I crouched next to her. “Good puppy,” she laughed and patted me on the head. Julie called me and I crawled to her and she looked at me seriously. “Would you like me to take your bridle off?” I nodded vigorously, my jaws aching. “If I do, puppies don’t talk unless we allow them to be a special talking puppy,” she said.  Hannah laughed as she sipped her wine, watching me. “And special talking puppies always call us Mistress. Understand puppy?” and I nodded again. Her cool fingers ran over my face as she removed the gag and, at last, I was able to close my mouth.

“Down,” said Julie pointing at the carpet next to the table. “Puppies put their heads down,” she reminded and I lay my head on the carpet, almost under the table.

They ate in silence for a while, with quiet, smouldering looks passed across the table. Just the clink of cutlery and glasses.

“I’ve put his wallet, car keys etc in that box,” Julie said to Hannah, pointing at the box  on the coffee table “Puppy’s don’t need that stuff,” giggling again.

“I’ll cancel it all. What’s in the envelope?”

“Souvenirs,” Julie said, standing up and returning to her seat with a large envelope. “Photographs of the days events.” When she sat down, she swivelled her legs slightly towards me and let them drift open.

While they examined the photographs of Julie had taken of me with  gales of laughter, I quietly moved forward, trying to look up Julie’s dress. I knew she didn’t have panties on and I could just make out her crotch in the sheer pantyhose. I strained to see more, my cock pulsing in hardness.

I was suddenly aware of silence at the table and, just as my cock bell rang, I realised they were watching me, smiling.

“He’s trying to look up my dress,” explained Julie.

“Naughty puppy,” Hannah giggled.

“Here, puppy,” Julie said, moving her chair back and stretching her long legs out after slipping her shoes off. “Come here.”

My mouth dry, I crawled closer and crouched on all fours in front of her as Julie slid one foot between my legs. I looked into her cold smiling eyes and, remembering what she had said when she had reprogrammed me, realised what she was doing. But I didn’t care any more, I needed to cum!

Julie spread her legs and hiked her dress up to reveal her bald pussy in the sheer black pantyhose. The bell rang loudly and I felt the my cock touch her leg. 

Staring at her pussy enshrined in the pantyhose, I found myself rubbing the sensitive underside of my cock against her nylon covered leg. Faster and faster I humped, groaning and staring at her pussy lips flattened against the nylon gauze.

“Look,” said Hannah. “He’s humping your leg like a dog!”

Julie smiled down at me as I slid my slippery cock up and down against the nylon of her pantyhose. “I told you he likes being a puppy,” she said as I got closer to the edge of orgasm, my eyes fixed on her pussy. 
Trembling, thrusting in and out, rubbing myself against the nylon, I pumped load after load of cum onto her leg with a anguished groan of pleasure. It had been so long!

Humiliated, I looked down while Julie stared at the cum dripping from the black nylon of her pantyhose. “Naughty, puppy,” she scolded, her eyes glinting. “Lick it up.” I looked at her in shock but saw no pity in her eyes. Bending down, I gingerly licked up my cum, swallowing quickly as the salty taste dominated my mouth.

“Yuck!” exclaimed Hannah.

Julie rearranged her dress and that wonderful pussy disappeared from view. She placed her plate on the carpet. “Here you are, puppy,” she said, grinning. “Some scraps.” Humiliated even more than I thought possible, I crouched over the plate and ravenously ate up the scraps while the women watched and giggled. Hannah’s plate was placed on the floor as well and the women drank wine and chatted while I ate my scraps.

Pushing their chairs back, they took their glasses of wine and walked hand in hand up the stairs to the bedroom as I watched them go. I heard giggles from upstairs and I blinked back the tears.

A few moments later, Julie bounded down the stairs in her stocking feet. “Wait, my love,” she called up the stairs. “I forgot to put the dog out.”

The lead was snapped onto my collar and she led me to the garage where she fixed it to a pipe near a rough bed of rags next to Hannah’s Porsche. With a quick movement, the bridle and the gag was reapplied and, once again, I was silenced. “I don’t want you barking all night and disturbing us,” she grinned.

I looked up at her as she stood, hands on hips, grinning down at me. “So, toy, you proved me right. Just as I knew you would. This,” she said, pulling her dress up to reveal her pantyhosed pussy, “drives you crazy.” A tiny laugh of victory. “I guess you know by now that humping our legs is probably as close to our pussies your miserable cock is going to get! Sleep tight.” Laughing loudly, she flicked the light off and stepped back into the house, closing the door behind her.

I felt miserable. My ass hurt from the butt plug and tail but, worse than the physical pain, I felt mentally lost and shamed. In one short week I had lost everything! Now, I had nothing and was nothing in the eyes of my wife.

Settling down in my bed of rags in the darkness and dreading the morning, I cried myself to sleep.
I woke early, stiff, sore and anxious to relieve myself. Straining my ears, I couldn’t hear any noise in the house. Striving to make a noise, I whimpered into my gag. I needed to piss and shit but I needed someone to remove the tail butt plug.

Finally, I heard a noise, the connecting door opened and Hannah, wrapped in her robe, looked down at me. Smiling coldly, she dropped a bunch of small keys in front of me. “Unlock yourself, shower and shave as usual. Yes,” she answered my unspoken question, “you can remove your tail,” she laughed. “But,”, she added, “clean the plug and bring your tail to my room. Now,” she snapped, “be quick!” As I scrambled for the keys, I watched her sweep away.

I groaned as I, at last, stood up straight and could move my jaw freely. Unfortunately, there was no key for the collar.

Gingerly, I pulled the butt plug from my ass and grimaced at the sight of the dirty device. Holding it carefully, I ran up to the bathroom where I cleaned the plug, relieved myself and started shaving my crotch and face. 

At least, with short hair, it didn’t take a lot of time to dry after the shower. I also thought it safe to replace the elastic and bell around my cock. Nervously, I tapped on the door to her room, tail butt plug in the other hand and waited for the command to enter.

“Come in,” Hannah said through the door. She was seated up in the bed, her long black hair cascading over the pillows stacked behind her as a support. A lump under the bedclothes next to her told me where Julie was. “You remember yesterday’s instructions about talking?”

“Yes Mistress,” I answered.

“Good. Put your tail on the dressing table. It is clean, isn’t?” she asked quickly.

“Yes Mistress,” I replied and lay the tail on the dressing table.

“Take a good look at it, toy. You upset me or disappoint me again and you will be back as our puppy. Next time for a long period.”

“Maybe forever,” I looked around and saw that Julie had pulled her self up and cuddled next to Hannah, her long blonde hair spilling over her naked brown shoulders.

“Now,” instructed Hannah. “We would like breakfast in bed. Hurry!” My cock bell rang as I scurried from the room and the giggling women.

When I returned with the tray, Julie was brushing Hannah’s hair and the bed linen had fallen to reveal her wonderful, bouncing breasts. I gaped at her large breasts, my cock growing hard and Julie smiled at me as she tenderly brushed Hannah’s hair.

Hannah noticed my gaze and smiled. Those beautiful breasts were once mine to hold but were no longer. “Put it there,” she said and I placed the tray next to the bed.

I stood, naked with my cock bell, next to the bed and waited. Languidly, they rearranged themselves in the bed to eat their breakfast. Munching on some toast, Hannah gestured downstairs. “Get down stairs and clean the kitchen and the other rooms. I want them spotless!”

Dismissed, I headed downstairs and spent the next few hours completing the housework, naked. The telephone rang a few times but was quickly answered upstairs.

Soon, I heard them coming down the stairs. They were hand in hand, Hannah in a cream blouse and blue jeans and Julie in a black business suit with black hose. At the bottom of the stairs, Julie kissed Hannah. “I’ll be back soon.”

“Hurry back,” replied Hannah.

“About an hour and a half. That’s all.” They kissed again and Julie walked past me to the door. “Goodbye, toy,” she said. “Enjoy the morning,” she said with a laugh and left. 

I went back to work and tried my best or, so I thought. I finished in about an hour and  I stood waiting for instructions.

Hannah inspected my work and found it wanting. “What’s this!” she demanded at some scuff marks on the kitchen cupboards. “And this?” she pointed at the front of the refrigerator. She moved around the kitchen finding more and more and becoming more and more angry. 

I started to panic. “I’m sorry, Mistress,” I began hesitantly.

“Shut the fuck up!” she roared. “Who asked you to speak?” Hannah stood with hands on hips in exasperation. “What a half assed job! No attention to detail! Pathetic! I was looking forward to relaxing with a book in a clean house. Now, I’ll have to clean up after your pathetic attempt at cleaning!”

“But, Hannah,” I protested and she slapped me hard across my face!

“Mistress to you, you pussy licker!” she screamed and I tried to move back but she grabbed my cock. Despite the fear I was feeling, her touch made me hard.

She felt my growing cock, looked down and sneered at me. “You really get off on this! Don’t you?”

Her hand started moving up and down my cock. “Yes, Mistress,” I whispered, hoping she would let me cum. I’d do or say anything to cum.

Suddenly, she pulled me towards the garage and I had no choice but to follow as she dragged brutally on my cock. Hannah flicked the light on and her black Porsche glinted in the light.

With a hard shove, I found myself face down on the hood, my hard cock bent against the cold metal of the car while I heard Hannah scramble in the corner where I had spent the night. She was picking up the harness and bridle as well as some rope and my heart sank. I don’t want to be a puppy again, I moaned to myself, but, strangely, my cock grew harder at the thought of it. 

“Follow me, toy,” she snapped and I hurried after her and up the stairs to her bedroom, my cock bell tingling. With alarming precision, the wrist cuffs were fastened and joined with lengths of rope. The rope was then tied to the curtain rails and I found myself facing the window curtains with my arms raised , starlike over my head.


Hannah forced my mouth open and the gag and bridle were strapped around my head. Once again, I was silenced. To my horror, she pulled the curtains back from the floor to ceiling window and I looked down on the street. A family was walking down the footpath and a car drove past. Could they see me? I tried to shrink back but couldn’t.

With a flick, Hannah turned the light off. “They can’t see you now,” she said. “But, I can turn the light back on at any minute.” 

I looked out onto the street and saw Julie’s car turn into the driveway just as I felt the first swat on my ass. I yelped into the gag and Hannah laughed. She brandished her tennis racquet and she hit me again. My ass was still sore from Mandy’s belting and the tail butt plug so the swipes from the racquet hurt even more.

“I put up with you and your half assed behaviour for three years,” Hannah said bitterly. “Wasted three years on you.” 

Swat! “Mmft!” I gurgled into the gag.

“Well,” I heard Julie say as she entered the room. “I heard the noise from downstairs. A little bit of fun.”

The spanking stopped and I heard them kiss. “I missed you,” Hannah said.

“I missed you. Look. I got you a present.” Rustling of paper.

“Oh my god!” Hannah exclaimed. “I’ve never seen anything like this.” I tried to turn my head far enough around to see but couldn’t. “I’ve heard of them but…”

“Why not try it out?” Julie said and I felt a shiver of fear at the tone in her voice.

“You mean….?” Then, some giggles.

“Why not? Show him you really are the boss.”

 I heard kissing and then, Julie’s soft voice. “You can do it. And I want to watch.” A quick rustle of clothing. “Look what the idea of watching you does to me.”

“You’re wet.”

“I know. Do it,” she urged.

“All right,” Hannah said with a laugh. “He deserves it. But, you’ll have to help me.”

I heard more rustling and I looked over my shoulder. My cock was very hard and the sight of Hannah completely naked seemed to make it even harder. Julie was standing next to her, smiling coldly at me as she held a huge strap on dildo in her hand.

“Mmfft!” I protested, shaking at my bonds, causing the cock bell to ring. “I think he’s seen it,” Julie said, laughing as she stepped out of her skirt. My cock twitched at the sight of her in white lace bra and black pantyhose.

“I’ll just go to the bathroom,” Hannah said and I watched her tits bounce as she skipped away.

“Bring some lubricant back,” Julie called after her. The bathroom door closed and Julie was pushing her pantyhose groin against my ass, whispering in my ear, “I’m going to enjoy this,” she whispered, her fingers tickling my shaven balls. “Watching her fuck you.” We heard the toilet flush and Julie sat back on the bed.

“Well,” Hannah said uncertainly when she returned. “Do you think I really should?”

“Of course. Think of all the things he’s done to you. He means nothing to you now. You know that. He’s an animal. Remember, you’ve got me.” I heard Julie kiss her and whisper softly. “The idea of it is really getting me hot.”

“Your pantyhose is soaked,” Hannah murmured.

“Do it. You know you want to. He’s so low, he’ll probably get off on it. Here, let me put it on for you.”

“Ohhh,” Hannah moaned and I guessed Julie was caressing her pussy.

“This buckles here so this little bit fits on your clit. How does that feel?”

“Hmmm. Nice.” Hannah walked into my line of sight and I gasped in horror into my gag. The strap-on dick hung obscenely from her pussy as she evilly stroked it.

Julie knelt in front of her and, leering at me, said, “Let me get it wet for you.” My cock surged as I watched Julie suck that fake cock. Although I wanted to tear my eyes away, I couldn’t and watched as Julie slid the fleshy coloured cock in and out of her red lipstick covered mouth. The pressure of her clit was making Hannah moan and she tossed her head back, her big tits moving as she did.  

Julie pulled back, flicked her long blonde hair over her naked shoulders and moved over to me, something in her hand. Gripping my waist, she pulled me back so, with my arms tied above me, I was now bent over slightly at the waist. The curtains were pulled back even more and light flooded the room. “Do you think they’ll be able to see you get fucked in the ass by your ex-wife?” she laughed as I struggled. 

Hannah laughed as well. “Ex-wife? I like that.”

Something cool was being spread on my ass and I felt Julie’s fingers start to probe. It felt different and, even though I knew it shouldn’t feel that way, it also felt exciting.

Suddenly, I felt the fake cock at the entrance of my ass and I instinctively tightened, trying to force it out. “You’d better let it in,” whispered Julie. “No use fighting it. Your Mistress is going to fuck you whether you like it on not. Aren’t you, Hannah?”

“Yes,” Hannah said throatily as she forced it in and I screamed into the gag. “I’m going to fuck your ass, slave!” It slid in further and I knew I had to try to relax or it would tear me apart.

Suddenly, with a wrench the cock was completely in and I screamed again, tears running from my eyes. Hannah didn’t move as I sobbed brokenly into the gag. I felt so full, so used, so hard as Hannah pressed her big naked tits against my back.

“Look out the window, slave,” she urged and I blinked the tears away to see a woman jogging past. “That’s Elaine. You know, the young woman from up the street you’re always drooling over. What would she think if she knew you were getting fucked in the ass by your Mistress?”

“Maybe she can see,” Julie laughed.

Hannah started moving in and out. “Hmm,” she moaned. “This feels so good. If I keep this up, I’m going to cum.”

“You cum, my love,” urged Julie. “Look, he’s loving this.” My cock bobbed around, the bell tingling.

“Take his gag off,” Hannah said. “I want to hear him moan as I fuck him.”

Julie was laughing as she removed the bridle and wiped the tears off my face. “Poor little slave’s been crying,” she said.

I cried out as Hannah pulled back and then rammed in, out and in. Moaning, I hung my head as Hannah mercilessly fucked my ass. “I feel so, I don’t know, ooh but it feels great!” Hannah said huskily.

“You feel powerful,” Julie said. “And you look so powerful. Slam it in!”

“Ooh baby,” moaned Hannah as she slammed in and out of my helpless ass.

“Fuck him, Hannah! Fuck him!” Julie urged. “Let me kiss your breasts.”

“Ohhhh,” moaned Hannah, slamming faster and faster, rocking me back and forth. 

“Cum, baby. You are sooo sexy, soo powerful,” I heard Julie whisper.

I felt Hannah press against my back and fondle my balls. “Does toy want to cum?” she demanded, gasping.

“Please, Mistress, “ I cried, my cock bell ringing.

“We let him cum last night,” reminded Julie.

Hannah pushed off me and sawed the dildo in and out. “You’re right. Not today, toy. But I’m going to!” she cried.

“Yes, baby,” urged Julie. “That’s it.”

“Oh, my god!” Hannah cried out as she came, her body trembling and the dildo slowed and, then, stopped. Exhausted and sweating, I hung in my bonds, the strap-on fixed firmly in my ass, listening to Julie stroking and soothing Hannah behind me.

“Let me unbuckle this for you.” Julie said. I felt Hannah move away but the fake cock was still embedded in my ass. “How do you feel?”

“I feel wonderful. That was certainly different.”

“My warrior queen,” Julie murmured and Hannah giggled. “You looked so beautiful when you came. So powerful.” The sound of kissing.

“He looks stupid with that cock hanging out of his ass,” laughed Hannah.

 “Now, sweetie,” said Julie, “go and have a relaxing bath. It’s Sunday after all. We can take it easy.”

“What about you? You’re so wet.”

“I’ll be fine. I’ll use a toy.” Giggles. “ Now, go!” The sound of a playful slap on a rump and the bathroom door closing.

I felt Julie walk close to me. “Oh, a little blood,” she giggled as she examined my ass. “Guess Hannah broke your hymen.” My wrists fell free. “On your knees,” instructed Julie and, slowly with my ass still full, I knelt in front of Julie’s pantyhose legs, the window to my left. Julie placed a chair side-on to the window, flicked the light on and sat in front of me. My cock bell rang as I stared into her pantyhose covered pussy.

“They can see you now,” she said softly and I jerked my head to the window in shock. “Look back here!” she hissed and I returned my gaze to her pussy, framed in pantyhose. “Yes, they can see you clearly but only half of me. They won’t know who you’re going down on but they will know it’s you! Kiss my pussy through the pantyhose.”

 I leaned forward and her long fingers ran through my short blonde hair. “This won’t take long,” she moaned. “I’m so hot from watching Hannah fuck you!” Suddenly, she pulled my head up. “Stay there, keep looking at my pussy,” she ordered. “That woman that jogged past us before is out there. What was her name? Ah, yes. Elaine.” Humiliation ran through me. “Good,” Julie said softly. “She’s stopping. Standing by the tree. Looks about twenty or so? Who cares. Ok, toy, bring me off!” 

She pulled my face into her pussy and I kissed it through the nylon, face bright with shame at the thought of the young neighbour watching. My tongue couldn’t penetrate through the black nylon but Julie ground her pussy against my face while holding my head still. “Oh yes,” she moaned. “She’s really watching now. Now she knows what a pussy licker you are! Ohhhh,” she moaned, gripping my head with her thighs as she rolled into orgasm until, finally, she released me.

Slowly, I raised my head and, suddenly, Julie slapped me hard across my cheek! “Yes,” she smiled with satisfaction. “She saw that!” Pulling the curtain shut, she laughed at me. “Always have to create the right impression, slave.”

I watched her pantyhose ass swing across the room and my cock bell tingled. “My turn for a shower,” she said, stretching and I ogled her large breasts in the lacy white bra. “You clean up and clean that strap-on. I want it really clean. Be thankful I don’t make you clean it with your mouth.”

In pain and shame, I waddled to the bathroom, my ass stuffed with the cock, my own hard cock bobbing in front of me and the bell tingling. What else were they capable of?

It hurt like hell when I removed the dildo and it was in a disgusting mess. I couldn’t look at it at first as I cleaned it under the tap. Finally, it was clean. After my shower, I took my aching body and the strap-on back to Hannah’s bedroom.

After tapping on the door, I was summoned inside where I found them dressed in jeans and T-shirts, seated on the bed. Hannah was brushing Julie’s long blonde hair.

“Is that clean?” snapped Julie.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Put it back in the box.”

“Look,” said Hannah, brushing. “No cock bell.”

“I’ll run back and get it, Mistress,” I said in panic. “I’m sorry. I forgot.”

Julie laughed at my panic. “Never mind. I was getting sick of hearing the dam thing. Seems he’s always hard these days.” Relieved, I placed the strap-on back into the box and knelt by the end of the bed, waiting.

Julie smiled as she looked down at me. “He’s becoming well trained, isn’t he?”

Hannah paused in her brushing for a moment. “Yep. Good to see.” She resumed the brushing. “How will we spend our Sunday?”

“There’s a new exhibition at the gallery. Then a nice casual dinner by the harbour?”

“Sounds wonderful. Toy can finish the cleaning,” said Hannah, glaring at me.

“Maybe later. I had a call on my cell phone before. I’ve got a job for toy,” she said and laughed.
Hannah went down to the den to make a few calls to patients while Julie looked through some bags of old clothes in the attic.

Giggling, she returned with a few items as Hannah walked back in.

“Patients all ok?” Julie asked and Hannah nodded. “Good. We can enjoy our day off. Tough that Toy has to work.” They laughed.

Julie tossed a pair of white stretchy ladies shorts to me. “Put those on,” she said. I looked at them puzzled. The opening seemed to be in the wrong place. 

Hannah saw the puzzled look. “The opening goes on the side, stupid.” I struggled to pull the shorts up around my waist and Julie zipped the opening closed. The white shorts were high cut with a high waist so the bottom of my ass hung out of the legs and my cock and balls bulged plainly through the smooth thin material.

A short red, cut-off t-shirt was next. The shirt was too small and just covered the top of my stomach and my pink collar and tag could be easily seen.  Both women laughed hysterically at me and my cock started to stir with the humiliation.

“Look, he’s getting hard. He likes this,” said Hannah in disgust. 

“I told you,” Julie said. “He’s nothing but a slut. Come here, slut.” I knelt in front of her and she applied red lipstick to my lips and some thick mascara to my eye lashes. She studied her handiwork and grinned. “Very slutty. What about his feet?” she asked Hannah.

“He’s got some white sandals. He hates them.  Get those, Toy. No sox.” 

They were fixing their make-up when I returned with the sandals on, so I knelt and waited.

Finished, they turned to me. “I’ve arranged for a car to take you there,” said Julie and I recoiled, aghast, I didn’t want any one to see me like this, but she ignored my shocked look. “A car will also pick you up at a certain time. You are to obey everyone. Understand?”

I hung my head. “Yes, Mistress.”

“You will be given an envelope. Bring it back here. Unopened. Got it?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Oh, just one other thing,” said Hannah. “Destiny.”

When I returned from my trance, both women were laughing loudly. 

“Tell him,” Julie giggled.

“Toy, you get to cum if you can figure out how.” They stifled their laughter but burst into laughter again at the puzzled look on my face. “A million people can tell you to cum but you won’t. There is only one way for you to get relief and we’re not telling!” They laughed again as I hung my head.

The women stopped laughing when they heard the beep of a car horn. “There’s the car. Come on, Toy.”

Reluctantly, I followed them down the stairs where Hannah pointed out my reflection in the wall mirror. Flushing with shame, I stared at the male slut in the mirror. Really short, almost white hair, red lipstick, pink leather collar and tag. The red cut-off shirt drew attention to my bare stomach and my cock and balls were visible through the smooth front of tight stretchy material of the shorts. The sandals were ones I hated, white and strappy and, after being made to turn around by Hannah, I was shocked to see the bottom of my ass hanging out.

“Such a slut,” Hannah said and the car horn sounded again.

Julie smiled, caressed my cock through the shorts with her long fingers and giggled when she felt my cock grow hard. “Hope you find the way to cum,” she giggled again.

Hannah opened the front door and, with the women laughing behind me, my hard cock rubbing in my shorts, I stepped into the sun. Looking around, I quickly ran down the path to the car. “Sit in the front seat,” Julie called and I slid in to the car, my face red with embarrassment and my ass still stinging as I shut the door behind me.

The driver, an older woman in a dark blue uniform, looked at me from behind her sunglasses for a long moment. I flushed as I felt her gaze move up and down my body, resting on my groin. “I’m flattered but I don’t think you’re that glad to see me.” Then, shaking her head, she put the car in gear and we drove off.

We drove in silence for about half an hour. Every now and again, she would look over at me, inspect me and then look away, an amused look on her face. My ass was painful and it felt open and gaping.

Finally, she stopped in front of a house in the suburbs and, the motor still running, looked me up and down again. “This is it. Out,” she said. 

Gingerly, I eased myself out of the car. She gave  a low wolf whistle and, blushing, I tried to pull the shorts down to cover my ass.

I scurried to the front porch of the house, hearing the car roar away as I tentatively knocked on the door. In a few moments, I heard someone inside the house, the door opened and a grinning Darlene looked me up and down. Darlene! The plump hairdresser that had butchered my hair on Julie’s instructions! 

“I’m told I’m to call you Toy. That right?” 

“Yes,” I said in a low voice, hopeful she would let me in, away from the street. Nervously, I looked around.

“I’m also told YOU have to call me Miss Darlene!”

“Yes, Miss Darlene.”

“Love your little outfit,” she grinned, leaning against the door. “It’s all on display there, isn’t it. I can see everything  you’ve got.”

“Yes, Miss Darlene,” I said humiliated. 

At last, she took pity on me. “All right, Toy, come in.” Shutting the front door, I followed her large ass into a simple formal room. Darlene was dressed in a matronly pink frock with a white lace collar and white stockings and shoes. She had white gloves on and I saw a hat on the hall table as we passed. It looked like Miss Darlene had just got back from church.

Darlene arranged herself primly on the sofa and I knelt at her feet. I had been instructed to obey so I thought I should treat her as my mistress. 

She nodded when she saw me kneel and sat back. “She’s trained you well. Now, you have to obey me?”

“Yes Miss Darlene.”

“Do any thing I say?”

“Yes Miss Darlene.” 

She giggled like a little girl. “This will be fun. There’s some chilled wine in the kitchen. Get me a glass.”

“Yes Miss Darlene.” I scurried to the kitchen, found the wine, poured a glass and returned.

“Get naked,” she said while sipping the wine. It didn’t take long and I was nude. Darlene gestured at my bald groin. “She make you shave that?”

“Every day, Miss Darlene.”

“She’s a bitch, isn’t she?” Darlene smiled. “Come here.” I stood in front of her and she gently took my cock in her gloved hand, slowly moving up and down. Instantly hard, my breathing became ragged. “Would you like to cum, Toy?”

“Yes, please Miss Darlene.”

Her hand stopped moving but still circled my cock. “Fuck my hand,” she commanded and I pushed my cock in and out of her gloved hand while she laughed at my lewd display. 

“Sorry, Toy,” she laughed. “This isn’t the way for you to cum. I promised I wouldn’t tell you until you were leaving. Stop!” I froze at her command but felt elated at the news. Darlene knew how I could cum! I just had to wait it out.

“Pick up your clothes and go upstairs. First door on your right.” I left her sipping her wine and did as she ordered. The room was a bedroom with a large bed with a white lace cover and a door that led to a small bathroom. Not knowing what to do, I knelt by the bed, trying to ignore the continual burning sensation in my ass, and waited.
As I knelt by the bed in Darlene’s bedroom, I thought of the events of the past week and how my life has been turned around. No control, no power, I’m nothing more than an object for Julie and Hannah to do with as they please. I don’t even have control over my own body, they decide when and how I cum!

The door opened and Darlene entered, full wine glass in hand. “Unzip me,” she instructed and I quickly did, revealing a white slip. Her perfume aroused me and my cock was bobbing around. Darlene hung the dress in the closet and pulled the slip over her head and off. 

Her large tits were encased in a massive white lace bra. A white panty girdle hugged her lower half and connected to her stocking tops. Even the tight panty girdle could not control her bulging stomach. 

She was hardly the sexiest woman I had ever seen but my cock was rock hard. Darlene looked down at my hard cock and smiled. “That’s nice. Good to see I’ve still got it.” Darlene sat on the edge of the bed and spread her fat legs, pointing at the carpet in front of her. 

I knelt and gazed into the tight satin gusset of her panty girdle. Her hand rested on my head and steered me into that gusset, my mouth enveloped by the essence of her. I didn’t know what to do so I just rested with my lips pressed into the tight white satin of her groin, smelling her intimate musky perfume and waited.

Finally, she pushed me back and stared into my eyes, my cock bobbing in front of me. “That no good husband of mine never did that. Just a five minute wonder, you know? In and out, cum and gone.” I admitted to myself that I knew, I had been a five minute wonder.

“I like the idea of a man licking me there but I’ve never had it.” I swear she blushed. “But now,” she said with a determined tone, “I’m going to get me some. Especially if I’ve got a licker who can’t say anything to nobody.”

Without another word she unhooked her bra, tossed it on the bed as her massive breasts swung free. My mouth fell open as I’ve never seen tits as big as hers. Defiantly, she stood and detached the gusset from her panty girdle, throwing it too onto the bed.

“There,” she said with satisfaction, falling back on the bed and her legs splaying open, revealing a thick thatch of black pubic hair with her pink lips peeking through the curls. “Get to it, Toy.”

I crawled onto the bed and lowered my face to her pussy, licking her fleshy thighs near her white stocking tops and, finally, running my well trained tongue into every nook and cranny of her cunt. Her juices were running freely, my cock throbbed and I quickly brought her to her first orgasm. 

Looking up from my task, past the white lace of her panty girdle and her massive lolling tits, I managed to see her face contorted with a sinful pleasure. Darlene cried out with that pleasure as the second orgasm rocked her and she pushed me back, her juices wet across my face.

I looked down at her wet pussy, framed by the panty girdle, slick from my licking and wondered if I was going to get the chance to fuck her.

Darlene rolled onto her side, closing her legs and smiled at me. “Not bad. I can have some of that again. Anytime I want.” She looked quizzically down at my hard cock. “You want to come?”

“Please Ms Darlene,” I begged.

“Sorry,” she said. “Not with me. Not this time.” Darlene let her legs fall apart and I stared at her thick black pussy hair, my cock straining. I dearly wanted to come. “Let’s see if you can get me there a third time.”

Dutifully, I leaned forward and into my task. It took a long time but I licked, tongued and kissed that big fat pussy for ages until Darlene stiffened, trembled, moaned and galloped to her third orgasm.

Darlene kicked me away from her and I rolled to the floor, my jaws aching. Kneeling, I hung my head to stare at my cock, so hard it was painful, and wondered how I was going to cum. Or, if I ever would again.

“Get a wash cloth from the bathroom,” Darlene called from the bed and I did so. She rolled on her back, legs splayed and her enormous tits rolling across her chest. “Wipe me,” she instructed and I knelt between her legs, tenderly cleaning the mixture of her juices and my saliva from her pussy. “Bet you’d like to slip that old thing into me,” she grinned at my hard cock pointing at her pussy. . A pathetic hope rose in me and I looked imploringly into her smiling eyes but she shook her head. “Sorry. No fucking. That’s the deal.”

Motioning me away, I knelt by the bed again, watching Darlene roll to her feet, her massive tits hanging down. “You really have no choice but to obey me?” she asked.

“No choice, Miss Darlene. I must obey you.”

“Do you like the things that are done to you?”

I shook my head. “No, Miss Darlene.”

“Too bad,” she said. “Ordering you around is good therapy for me after that no good bum I was married to. Unhook my stockings and take them off,” Darlene instructed.

Her hairy pussy was level with my face as I slowly slid her stockings down her fleshy legs. “now, this isn’t going to be easy. Roll the girdle down and off.” We struggled together as I tugged and pulled until she emerged from her girdle. Darlene was quite a sight naked. Rolls of fat on her thighs, ass and stomach and those massive tits.

I followed her rolling figure into the bathroom and crawled into the shower stall on her directions. Grunting, she straddled  me, looking down at me with an evil smile, her tits and stomach wobbling with the exertion. “I’m going to pretend you’re my jerk of a husband,” she spat.

In horror, I watched the yellow stream of urine gush from her and splattering on my chest. Darlene grabbed my ear and pulled my face directly under her so a stream of her urine splashed over my face. “Open your mouth,” she snarled and I did, tasting her warm salty piss as it ran around my mouth.

Finally, she stopped, breathing heavily, she glared at me. “Kiss my pussy and thank me,” she ordered.

I moved my piss soaked face to her pussy, kissed it and said brokenly, “:Thank you Miss Darlene for pissing on me.” My hair was saturated and piss was still dripping from my chin.

Darlene shoved me back to the piss covered floor and, humming softly to herself, turned the shower on.
Cleansed by our mutual shower, I towelled Darlene’s massive body dry as she watched, with wry amusement, my hard cock moving from side to side as I rubbed the towel over her.

“Are you always hard?” she asked.

“No Miss Darlene.”

“You’re hard after I pissed on you. Doesn’t that seem weird? To me, it means you get off on this.” I hung my head as I had no answer for that. Mentally, I protested that I wasn’t aroused by what I’ve been through but, physically, my hard cock betrayed me. 

Darlene fluffed her hair. “We’ve got a few hours yet,” she said, lying, naked, face down on the bed. “A nice massage is what I want.”  And that’s what she got for over an hour until she was almost purring like a cat. 

“Now,” Darlene said, patting the bed. “You lie here.” Quickly, she pulled my hands over my head and tied them to the bed head with her stockings, pushing the discarded girdle gusset into my mouth. “I know you have to obey me,” she said, wrapping a robe around her large figure, “but I want you perfectly still.” Alarmed, I watched Darlene as she sat at her dressing table and placed something in an envelope. What is this crazy woman up to? I felt fear.

“You’re to take this envelope back. Don’t open it, just give it to your owner.” She laughed. “Part payment for your tongue.” Emerging from the bathroom with a small box, she grinned at me as I lay naked and hard on the bed. 

“Now for the rest of the payment,” Darlene said, sitting next to me on the bed. A serious look on her full face, she leaned over me and looked into my eyes. “I’ve been asked to pierce your nipples. It will hurt a little and then sting for a while but not for too long.”

“Mfft!” I protested into the girdle gusset.

“It’s going to happen,” she said seriously. “You know you have no choice. And,” she added, laughing, “this isn’t going to let you cum either. Sorry.”

Shutting my eyes, I felt her dab something on my left nipple, followed by a sharp pain and I moaned into the girdle gusset. A repeat on my right nipple and I felt her doing something to my nipples and a click.

“There,” she said with satisfaction. “All done. Open your eyes.” I looked down and saw silver rings were hanging from each nipple and I realised I was marked for life.

Darlene casually stroked my cock. “Could have been worse,” she said matter of factly. “I could have put them somewhere else.” I watched her podgy hand work my cock and shuddered at the thought of pierced balls. Untying my hands, she patted me on the head.

Smiling, Darlene stood and looked down at me. “Come on, up you get. We still have some time left before the driver comes for you.” The way she said that startled me but she just kept smiling. My nipples were very sore and felt strange with the rings hanging from them. Every time I moved, the rings sent a twinge of pain through me.

Naked, I followed her downstairs where she arranged herself on the sofa. After providing her with a drink as requested, I knelt in front of her. Casually, she spread her legs and opened the robe. “Let’s make it at least four, Toy,” she commanded and I lowered my lips to her pussy, trying to ignore the pain of my nipples and my aching jaws while I worked away at her pleasure.
For the next few hours, until the sun started to set, I licked Darlene to many orgasms, massaged her feet, her back and generally waiting on her. She delighted in my nakedness and would not let me dress, prefering me to display myself all the time.

Finally, we heard the car pull up and I looked around for my clothes. Darlene shook her head. “No clothes, Toy. You stay naked.”

“Miss Darlene,” I begged, “Please let me dress.”

There was a loud knock on the door. “Open it,” she said and I shrank back, horrified. “Open it!” she said sharply and, embarrassed and naked, I opened the door.

A big black man in a dark uniform stood on the porch and looked me up and down, taking in my nakedness. Sneering, he pushed past me and, as he was so big, I felt like a dwarf. I tried to follow him into the doorway but a massive black hand rested on my chest, narrowly missing my new nipple rings, and stopped me. “Stay,” he said in a deep voice. 
Darlene looked up at him. “My,” she said. “You are a big guy.”

“You have the envelope, mam?” he asked in that booming voice and she handed it over. I was illuminated by the porch light and I frantically looked around the darkening streets, cowering in my nakedness..

He shoved the envelope into one pocket, took a dog lead from another pocket and snapped it on my collar. “Say goodbye, Toy,” he directed.

“Goodbye, Miss Darlene,” I said, fear in my eyes. 

Darlene stepped onto the porch and whispered in my ear. “You want to know how to cum?” she whispered. “By the driver. Him!” She pointed at the impassive black man and then, giggling, disappeared inside.

He tugged on the lead and, naked, I followed him to the car, slipping into the front seat as he directed by a grunt and a gesture. 

When he sat in the driver’s seat, he looked me up and down as I cowered in the seat, trying to cover my cock and balls with my hands. Suddenly, he slapped me hard across the face and I recoiled in pain, seeing stars.

“Do not cover yourself,” he growled and I dropped my hands. “You are always on display. You are nothing but a slut slave. I will decide when you can dress. You will call me Master. Got it?”

I hung my head, resting my hands on either side so my genitals were completely exposed. “Yes, Master,” I whispered.

“Speak up!”

“Yes, Master,” I repeated but loudly.

“Get yourself hard,” he snapped and I quickly started jerking off while he watched coldly. When I was hard and on the edge, he ordered, “Stop!” I dropped my hand and sat there with a hard cock, trembling body and breathing heavily. Grunting with satisfaction, he flicked the interior light off, started the car and we drove off.

In silence, we drove the half an hour to Hannah’s house. The only time he spoke to me was to tell me to get hard again when my cock started to droop. By the time he parked the car outside the house, I was so horny, so frustrated, I was on the edge of madness.

Trotting behind him as he strode to the front door, leash in his huge hand, I nervously looked around the dark streets for any sign of life. As he rang the bell, a car slowed as it past and I started to cower and hide myself. “Don’t” he growled warningly and I stood still. The car crawled past and I thought I saw Elaine staring at me in the porch light.

Finally, the door swung opened and a tug on the leash made me move inside. Hannah and Julie were in their robes and a little drunk. A video camera on a tripod stood in the centre of the room, pointing at the sofa. Without a word, Master handed Julie the envelope.

Hannah circled me, glass in hand, as she studied the nipple rings. “Did it hurt, Toy?” she asked.

“Yes Mistress,” I said, softly and both women laughed loudly.

“We had a lovely dinner, Toy,” Julie said. “You must be hungry.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Over to the sofa, Toy.” Julie said while Hannah giggled. Master strode to the sofa and stood there looking down at me, still holding the lead, while Julie stood behind the video camera.

“Get hard,” Master said and I started jerking on my cock.

“Toy,” Julie directed from behind the camera. “Undo his pants.” I looked at her in shock and I felt my leash being tugged.

 I looked over at Hannah who was smiling over the rim of her wine glass. “Do it,” she said and I reached up and undid the top of his pants and his zipper. The pants fell to his ankles and his massive black cock hung in front of my face.

“You said you were hungry, Toy,” taunted Julie. “Suck it!”

This was the final humiliation and I felt a broken sob form in my throat as my eyes started to prickle with tears. “Suck it!” Julie demanded and I tentatively reach up to hold that black cock, so big that I couldn’t  get my hand fully around it.

Tears were streaming down my cheeks as I let my open mouth take the head of the cock. As I closed my mouth around it and it started sliding in and out, I heard the women laughing.

The only way out was to try to distance myself from what I was doing but a voice inside me kept reminding me that I was naked, pierced nipples, dog collar and on my knees sucking a black cock. The shame was intense.

His cock started getting hard and it pushed against the back of my mouth. “God,” said Hannah. “Look at the size of that thing. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Makes Toy’s seem pretty small,” laughed Julie and I flinched with embarrassment.

I felt his hand on my head, holding me still as he drove that huge cock in and out of my mouth with no respite. Gagging, I tried to pull back but his insistent hand held me there as he fucked my mouth while Hannah and Julie squealed with delight.

Suddenly, he pulled out and pumped his cock with his huge black hand. Cum gushed from its head and splattered over my face and into my mouth. Julie was clapping her hands in delight as sperm hung on my ears and my nose. Hannah laughed loudly.

Finally, it was over and Julie switched off the video camera. Master wiped his cock on my face and pulled his pants up. My cock was hard and I desperately wanted to cum as his sperm dripped from my face.

“Did you figure out how to cum, Toy?” taunted Julie.

I remembered what Darlene had said. “With master,” I mumbled, ashamed.

Hannah laughed. “He’s not as dumb as we thought.”

“I think he may have got a little help,” Julie said wisely.

Master sat on the sofa. “Sit on his lap, Toy,” instructed Julie and, nervously, I did. I felt like a toy seated on his massive thighs but I had no choice.

“Baby Toy,” Laughed Hannah and put a baby pacifier in my mouth. “You like sucking,” she said. “Suck on this.”

Master reached down and grabbed my hard cock. Julie moved back behind the video camera and called, “Action.”

His massive hand swallowed my cock and started moving up and down while I watched. It felt wonderful. “Suck on the baby pacifier,” called Hannah and I did as his hand moved faster and faster.

“Cum, baby!” they chanted as the big black man impassively jerked me off while I bounced on his thighs like a baby. I didn’t care. I needed to cum so badly I didn’t care I was pumping in and out of a man’s hand. I just didn’t care. Knowing I was making a pathetic figure, I tried not to look at the camera but it was hopeless as the passion and the need overtook me.

Suckling on the pacifier, I thrust my cock into that huge black hand like it was a ripe cunt and let the forces overwhelm me. In too short a time, I was spurting my seed into his hand, crying out with a guttural need as I achieved relief.

Soaked in sweat, I slumped against huge body and tried to regain my breath. He held his cum splattered hand in front of my face and said, “Lick.” I removed my pacifier and licked.
I don’t remember much more than being led to my room and dumped on the bed, a few scraps of food left beside it. Through the mist, I heard Hannah and Julie down the corridor engaged in passionate lovemaking all through the night while I tossed and turned. Master had gone or I hoped he had and winced in shame at the memories of what I had done.

I staggered to the bathroom and did the usual routine, shaved my face and my groin, then showered, wincing as the hot water hit my pierced nipples. Rushing downstairs, I hungrily ate while preparing breakfast for Hannah and Julie. It seemed so long ago when I had control.

I tapped on their door, entered when a sleepy voice ordered me to and placed the tray beside their bed. They dismissed me and I spent the time cleaning downstairs. When they came down the stairs, they were dressed for work and I hoped they would just leave me here.

But no. Julie had a bundle of clothes in her hand and threw them to me. “Get dressed,” she ordered. Loose red running shorts with large gaping legs  and a black net top so my collar and nipple rings could easily be seen.

Hannah produced some papers. “Sign these,” she ordered and I did so. Hannah picked them up and kissed Julie goodbye, opening the door.

“You’ll make the other arrangements?” Julie called after her and Hannah waved in confirmation.

Julie drove me into the office in silence, merely telling me to get out when we arrived. Sheepishly, I walked into the office. It was early and only Mandy was in.

I looked around what used to be my office. Mandy had it redecorated with new furniture, all white and modern and the office smelt of paint. Recalling my embarrassment under the old desk, I noticed the new desk had a modesty panel in front of it.

A waft of perfume, a rustle of clothes and a low whistle as Mandy swirled in. “Well, when Julie told me what they’d done to you, I didn’t believe it but now.......” She circled me, a broad grin on her beautiful face. “Did that hurt?” she said pointing at the nipple rings.

“Yes Ms Munro,” I said. Mandy laughed, sat behind her desk, crossing her nylon covered legs and pushing some papers across the desk. “Sign those. You’re transferring the business to me. I bought it from Hannah.” I was shocked. My business gone! Dutifully, I signed the papers and Mandy, with a satisfied look, quickly swept them into a folder.  Gone!

“Kneel,” she said and I knelt in front of her. “Now,” she mused as I stared up at her legs covered in sheer black nylon, “What am I going to do with you.” My cock stirred in my loose shorts and she noticed the lump. “You are a slut, aren’t you.” 

Laughing, she stood up, glancing at her watch. “Time for the staff meeting. Follow me.” I cringed in shock. “Come on!” she snapped and, reluctantly I stepped into the meeting room. “Good morning, everyone,” Mandy said and humiliated, I looked around the room. All women, some faces I didn’t recognise, giggled at my entrance and I felt their eyes look me up and down. Lorraine, the young receptionist, examined me curiously.

“This is Toy,” Mandy said and there was open laughter now. “Please use only that name. Toy is our office slut, a fringe benefit for you ladies.” Loud laughter and some cheers and applause from some of the staff who had been there since the business open. Guess I wasn’t that popular. 

“Toy will obey you completely at all times. Toy has no choice. Isn’t that right, Toy,” she demanded.

“Yes, Ms Munro,” I mumbled and loud laughter again.

“I will demonstrate. Toy, pull your shorts down to your knees.”

Face red with embarrassment and with loud cat calls and whistles, I pulled my shorts down, my hard cock poking towards the audience. Mandy pointed at my cock. “Don’t use that for fucking. It’s small and he’s useless.” Laughter rang in my ears. “Stick your tongue out.” I did, feeling completely humiliated. “However, his tongue has been well trained. Worth using. And, if you’ve never seen a male jerk off, you might get him to do that for your amusement. Ok, let’s get onto business. Get out Toy,” she ordered. “Wait under my desk.” Raucous laughter at that.

I bent to pull up my shorts. “No,” she commanded. “Leave them down.”  Gales of laughter followed me as I waddled out of the office and crawled under Mandy’s desk.

After about an hour in the cramped confines under Mandy’s desk, my pants down and my cock hard, I heard her walk back into the room. I was rewarded with the sight of her legs swinging under the desk and my cock throbbed at the sight of her long legs in sheer black nylon.

Mandy spread her legs and hitched her skirt up, exposing her sheer black pantyhose with a small white g-string under neath. Her finger beckoned and I kissed her pussy. Covered as it was pantyhose and the panties, I could still smell her musky aroma.

The phone rang and she answered it. and put it on speaker phone. It was my lawyer, Don.

“Don, I’ve got you on hands free. Just me in the office.”

“That’s fine,” Don’s deep voice replied. “Everything still going ahead?”

“Sure is. He’s signed the papers.”

“I never thought he would sell the business.”

“He’s got into this alternative lifestyle. Doesn’t want the control any more.” Could I detect a faint sound of laughter as I kiss her pussy through the nylon and panties?

“Yeah, but it’s still a surprise.”

:Maybe it’s the stress of the divorce.”

“I’d like to talk to him about that.”

“But you can’t,” Mandy said quickly. “You’re representing Hannah. Conflict of interest.”

“Suppose so. Call me later.”

“I will. ‘Bye.”

Mandy pushed back in the chair, smoothed her skirt down and looked down at me. “I’m getting tired of you,” she said. “Come with me.”

Embarrassed, I followed her through the office and down the stairs into the furnace room. “This is where you stay from now on, slut. You do your work here. Get those clothes off.” When I was naked, she raised the hem of her skirt and I grew hard at the sight of her g string in pantyhose. “Keep yourself hard. But don’t cum,” she added as she walked away, leaving me naked and hard in the furnace room of my former business.
I sat, naked, on the floor of the furnace room and waited. My cock remained hard and I didn’t have to jerk off to keep it hard.

Suddenly, the door opened and Lorraine walked down the stairs, holding a cardboard sign in her hands. She was wearing a short skirt with white hose and I tried to peek up the skirt as she came down the stairs but with no luck.

Lorraine wandered around the room, looking at me intently while I waited. “You know,” she began, “I’m nineteen, fuck my boyfriend when I feel like it, give him a quick hand job when I don’t but I can’t get him to give me head. I’ve always wondered.” She looked at me quizzically, looked around the room and sat in a old wooden chair.

“Before I came down here, I went to the rest room, took my panties off and cut a hole in my pantyhose. Everybody knows I came down here,” she added and I waited. “Here,” she said, holding out the crude cardboard sign. “Hang that on the door.”

I looked at the sign as I ran naked up the stairs. ‘CAUTION: SLUT AT WORK’ the sign said as I hung it on the doorknob, shutting the door again. 

When I returned, Lorraine had pulled her skirt up and was seated with legs spread apart, her pussy exposed in a hole in her white pantyhose. She looked at me with those big blue eyes I had always thought of as innocent. “You know what to do,” she said calmly.

I knelt before her and commenced the task I was now so good at. After a short while, her breathing was heavy and she clenched my head tightly between her thighs as she came with a soft cooing sound.

Standing, she pulled her skirt down. “I’ll have to start wearing garter belt and stockings. It will be a lot easier.” Lorraine looked at me. “I’m curious. Jerk off.” My hand gripped my cock and started pumping as Lorraine giggled. “Boy, that looks ridiculous! Stop! Mandy said you weren’t to come. “Bye slut,” she said as she walked up the stairs. “I’ll just reverse the sign until your next customer.”

Barbara was next, a forty something woman who had been Mandy’s closest office friend during the crisis that had sparked all of this off. She smashed my ass with a ruler, had me lick her until she came and then spanked me again before strolling, whistling, up the stairs.

In the afternoon, Julie was followed down the stairs by a tough looking blonde woman in leather pants and a halter top, carrying a black bag.

Julie looked down at me. “Toy, I’ve decided on some modifications. Of course,” she said, “you will obey. Shave his head,” she said and the woman approached me. I knelt passively while she shaved all the hair from my head, leaving me completely bald.

Julie stared at me as I knelt, waiting for the next instruction. Slowly, she shook her head. “All right, do it all,” she said.

The woman had me lie down and slowly and painfully tattooed the top of my head. I learned later she had spelt SLUT on the top of my shining pink head. The word SLAVE was tattooed on my ass and THIS IS OWNED BY MY MISTRESS next to my cock. She applied dressings to the bloody designs, quickly and efficiently pierced my nostrils and inserted a permanent ring through my nose. My scrotum was pierced close to my ass hole and another small ring inserted, this time, though a small bell was attached. She then left.

Julie raised her skirt, showing me her black panties and hose so my cock sprang to attention. “Good to see that still works.”

There was a noise at the top of the stairs and a new female employee came down the stairs. “He’s all yours,” Julie said with distaste and left. The woman lifted her skirt and I started licking.

And so it went on. Jenny, Wendy, Barbara again and, finally, Lorraine once again. A continuos stream of women and the sign fluttered on the door knob, ‘CAUTION: SLUT AT WORK’.
I spent a week, maybe two in that room. I lost track of time but food was brought to me, I was taken to the toilets and I serviced all the women, day in and day out. They loved the way my ball bell rang when I jerked off for them.

All the women except Mandy. She never visited me in my cell and I never saw her again.

Finally, when the scabs on my tattoos had vanished, Master arrived and took me home.

Hannah and Julie stared at the tattooed SLUT on my head peeking through the stubble of my growing hair and the ring through my nose. “Shave his head,” was Julie’s only comment and Master, silently, went through with the task.

I was taken to Hannah’s bathroom and my leash was chained to the toilet. A small chain was threaded through the ring in my nose and left to dangle across my body, dragging against my nipple rings.

Hannah and Julie stood in the doorway, looking at me as I lay, curled up, on the bathroom floor. Hannah turned her lip up, turned on her heel and left while Julie crouched down next to me. “We’re having a party, Toy,” she said sweetly. “And you’re the special treat for some of our guests. Look,” she said, opening her legs and I stared into her bald pussy, framed by a black garter belt. “Kiss, kiss,” she said and I obediently bent to my task, bringing her to a fast and furious orgasm.

Julie stood and smoothed her skirt. Pouting in the mirror, she applied lip stick. “You are a fool,” she said. “We planned all this. Hannah, Mandy and I. Planned it all from the beginning.” I should have felt shock but, as I searched my feelings, realised I felt nothing. “I hypnotised you at the beginning but those commands could only last for a short time and you could have over ridden them at any time.”

Julie put the top on the lipstick and dropped it in her purse. “You could have stoped this at any time. I kept pushing the limits and you never stopped us. In fact, you enjoyed it. Look at you,” she sneered. “You are permanently marked, have no money, no belongings, no identity, nothing! And you still have a hard cock!” I looked down at my throbbing cock. “If I told you to jerk off, you would. I’ll have to figure out what to do with you. Hannah wants nothing more to do with you. She despises you for the mindless fool you now are.”

Julie leaned against the bathroom door. “The party downstairs is a going away party. Hannah sold her practice and I sold mine. With that money, the money from this house and from your business, we’re going to live in Italy. Tuscany, actually. I expect never to see you again.” She laughed. “Goodbye, Toy. It’s been fun.” Julie started to turn and then she turned back. “For old times sake,” she said, giggling, as she raised her skirt. I gazed up at her bald pussy, framed by the black lace garter straps that held her sheer black stockings up. Dropping the skirt, she walked out of the bathroom.

After she left, I lay listening to the music from the party below, waiting.
I didn’t have long to wait. Elaine appeared in the doorway, glass in hand and staring at me. 

“Well,” she said. “I’ll never doubt Hannah again.” Elaine was a young voluptuous brunette and was dressed in stylish sleeveless dark dress with small dots.

Closing the bathroom door, she placed the glass on the bench top and inspected me and my marks. “Can you stand?”

“No mistress.”

“Mistress. Hmmm, I like that.” She casually lifted the skirt of her dress, pulled her panties down, sat on the toilet and started to pee.

When she had finished, she reached for toilet paper and then stopped. “Might as well take advantage of the situation,” she smiled. Shifting forward on the toilet seat, she spread her legs and exposed her pussy, covered in dark pubic hair. “Clean me,” she instructed and I leaned upward and tongued the pee from he pussy. 

Elaine leaned back. “Hmmm, nice. Don’t stop.” I continued licking and exploring her sweet pussy until, suddenly, she stiffened, rocked forward and came.

With a shove of her high heel shoe, I slumped back on the floor while Elaine pulled her panties up, smoothed her dress and flushed the toilet.

Standing over me, she looked at my hard cock. “Jerk off,” she said and I eagerly started pumping my cock with my hand, the bell attached to my balls ringing in time with my rhythm. “Why should you get off?” she suddenly asked herself. “Stop!” she commanded and I did, reluctantly.

Opening the door, Elaine turned back to me. “Julie offered you to me for a dollar. I all ready have one pet. I don’t want another.  Can’t afford the dog food.” With a cruel laugh, she walked away.

I lay on the cold tiled floor and thought of what had happened to me. Julie was right, I did enjoy my new passive life. It was, I admitted to myself, easier to be owned than to be the owner.

Downstairs, the music played. Sounds of glasses, bottles and snatches of conversation. Farewell Hannah and Julie.

An older woman raised her skirt, sat over the toilet and dragged the chain attached to my  nose ring through her legs so my face was flush with he pussy. Laughing, she let a stream of pee run down my face and into my mouth. When she finished, she ordered me to lick, kicked me away and left.

The noise from the party downstairs was getting louder. Shrieks of laughter could be heard over the thumping of the music.

Three teenaged girls, giggling nervously, pushed their way into the bathroom, pointing at my tattoos, nose ring, nipple rings and ball bell. Finally, the braver of the three ordered me to jerk off and with intense attention, they watched me spurt cum over my hand and onto my belly. It was wonderful. 

And when they told me to lick it up, I did, willingly.

The party was in full swing, music really loud with continual shrieks, yells and laughter. The bathroom door opened and Darlene crowded in and stood with hands on hips, looking down at me.

“A few more changes, I see,” she said looking at the markings. “Here,” she said, tossing keys to me. “That should unlock your leash and the chain from your nose ring.” She burst into laughter at that. “I guess I can afford a dollar,” she smirked.

“Kneel,” Darlene ordered and I did. Her hand cupped my chin and she looked deeply into my eyes. “There’s been a change of owner, slave.” A finger pointed at the tattoo on my groin. “The Mistress mentioned there is me. You call me Mistress from now on. Understand?”

“Yes Mistress,” I said humbly, glad to be owned again.

Darlene motioned for me to stand and I did, although my legs were weak. Causally, she handed me a robe and a cap, gesturing for me to put them on. In her hand was a large carry-all bag and she pulled a few items to briefly show me. The strap-on dildo, puppy tail, bridle and gag. “I’m looking forward to having a puppy,” she giggled.

Darlene took my leash and led me down the stairs and through the milling, laughing people. I drew a few curious stares but most ignored me.

As we past the crowded front room, I saw Hannah and Julie dancing together as slow music played. Hannah had her eyes closed and her head on her partners shoulder. Julie saw me as I walked slowly past and smiled coldly at me, her eyes glinting.

A tug on the leash and I followed Darlene to her car, my new life and my new home.
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