Chapter 1
Two weeks had passed since Jason's humbling. The initial satisfaction had matured into a desire for complete control. "No wriggling out," I'd decided. Lily and Emma were ready to learn more. I knew his usual bar.Entering, I ordered drinks, my presence instantly snagging his attention. Nervousness flickered in his gaze – precisely the reaction I wanted. He eventually seemed to relax, a comfort that grated on me. This wasn't over. Not by a long shot.
My drink finished, my focus narrowed. I moved through the bar, a heat-seeking missile locked onto its target. His little group faded into insignificance. As I approached, purpose radiating from me, he rose. Obedience. His friends' surprise was a delicious side effect.
A silent gesture. Up. Follow. He complied instantly, setting down his glass. Stunned faces watched. Respect, bordering on awe – intoxicating. He trailed me to the car. Silence reigned. His to obey, mine to command. Suspense hung heavy in the air.
The apartment door opened to Lily and Emma's giggles. Familiar territory for him. A flicker of past humiliation, a fresh wave of nervousness washing over him. The game was about to resume.
"Hello, darlings," I purred, my gaze sweeping over Lily and Emma. "Look what I've brought you tonight." I settled regally onto the couch, the stage now set. "Come here, Jason. Take off my shoes and put them away."
He moved with a hesitant obedience, kneeling to unbuckle and remove each shoe, his movements slow, deliberate. He then retreated a few steps, standing before me, awaiting the next command.
"Where are your manners, Jassy?" I asked, my voice laced with mock disappointment.
"What happened, ma'am?" he stammered, confusion clouding his face.
"Your clothes are still on," Lily interjected, a peal of laughter escaping her lips at his obvious discomfort. His eyes flickered towards her, a flash of resentment quickly suppressed.
"Is that anger I see in your eyes, Jassy boy?" I inquired, my tone dangerously soft.
"No, no, sorry, ma'am. I am sorry," he mumbled, his gaze fixed on the floor. His hands went to the buttons of his shirt, beginning the familiar ritual of reluctant undress.
"You know why we called you back, boy?" I stated, my voice leaving no room for doubt.
"Well... you promised me something, ma'am. Maybe because of that..." His gaze flickered to my chest, a visible hardening beneath his trousers betraying his thoughts. He remembered what I had said.
"Of course, boy, I remember my promise," I purred, deliberately adjusting my breasts, drawing his eye. "But before that, we need something from you."
"You see, these girls were quite impressed with your… thoroughness last time," I continued, a hint of amusement in my voice. "Lily here was especially intrigued. Weren't you, Lily?"
"Oh, absolutely, Steph," Lily chimed in, a playful smile gracing her lips. I patted the space beside me on the couch. "Come here, Jason." Lily sate and stretched her legs out languidly, her fingers twitching with anticipation.
"Start the camera, Emma," I instructed. "We wouldn't want to miss this scene, would we?"
"Please, ma'am, no recording today, please," Jason pleaded, a desperate edge in his voice.
"Did I ask for your opinion, jerk?" My tone hardened instantly. "And what are you waiting for? Get on the job."
A flicker of regret crossed his face, a fleeting acknowledgment of the trap he'd walked back into. But the memory of my breasts, the tantalizing promise, seemed to override his apprehension. He lowered himself onto his hands and knees, assuming the dog-like posture.
Then, he began to suckle on Lily's toes. "Ah," she breathed, a sound of pure enjoyment escaping her lips as his mouth closed around her first toe. He moved slowly, deliberately, as if each toe was a sacred object to be worshipped. A look of fierce satisfaction spread across Lily's face, relishing the complete control she now held. On a whim, she shoved more of her fingers into his mouth, watching with amusement as he gagged slightly, unable to protest.
I nudged his protruding belly with my foot, a playful yet dominant gesture. "Nice belly," I commented, a hint of amusement in my voice. "I do love a flabby belly and that magnificent butt, don't I, Emma?"
"Absolutely, Steph," Emma agreed, her tone laced with anticipation.
Unseen by Jason, Emma had silently positioned herself behind him, her hips thrust forward slightly, revealing the thick base of a strap-on dildo extending from her harness. He tensed as she spread his large, soft buttocks, the rigid toy now a clear and present threat aimed directly at his opening.
A jolt of alarm shot through him.
Instinctively, he tried to pull his head away from Lily's feet, but my grip tightened in his hair, holding him firmly in place. "Oh, you did forget about this part, didn't you, boy?" I said, a cruel smile playing on my lips.
"Emma here is curious about how it feels to use her... appliance on you, and you're going to give her a firsthand lesson today."
Tears welled in his eyes, a mixture of fear and humiliation as he continued to choke on Lily's toes, now fully aware of the new violation about to occur.
With deliberate force, Emma guided the ten-inch strap-on into his resisting rectum. His body shuddered, the muscles clenching in protest, but the intrusion continued relentlessly. She began to fuck his ass, the initial pace slow and measured, each thrust eliciting a choked gasp from him. Soon, she settled into a more aggressive rhythm, leveraging his ample buttocks for a firm grip as she rammed into him with increasing power.
His large frame swayed with the violent motion, a grotesque dance orchestrated by the two women. He was impaled from both ends, his body a helpless instrument to their desires.
As the dildo relentlessly pounded his prostate, a spasm ripped through him. An involuntary groan escaped his lips as a thick stream of semen shot onto the floor.
Instantly, my hand lashed out, the sharp crack of my palm against his cheek echoing in the room. "What have you done?" I snarled, my voice laced with fury. "Did I give you permission to cum so soon?"
He blinked, dazed by the sudden shift in the dynamic. "You are so pathetic," I spat, my earlier promise now a weapon. "And I was considering letting you near my breasts. You have the control of a rat!"
"I'm so sorry, I won't, I promise, I'm sorry," he stammered, desperate to explain.
"That's not how this works, boy," I cut him off, my voice cold. "That load was meant for me, and you've wasted it. This cannot be permitted."
"What do we do now, Lily?" I asked, my eyes still fixed on Jason's defeated form.
Lily's lips curved into a knowing smile as she retrieved a small cock ring. "Ah, yes. Good idea, girl. Put it on him."
"No, no, sorry," he protested weakly, attempting to pull away. My foot slammed down on his outstretched hands, pinning them to the floor. "Not another word."
Emma knelt, gently separating his belly and testicles from his now-limp penis. Lily carefully took his spent member in her hands and slid the cock ring into place, the metal cold against his skin, effectively trapping his flaccid flesh.
"Stand up," I commanded, my voice sharp. He obeyed, his movements stiff and filled with dread.
"Have I put it on perfectly?" Lily asked, a hint of sadistic curiosity in her voice. "How does this work wonders, Emma?"
I smirked. "Oh, we will certainly find out."
"Come here, girls."
Lily and Emma settled beside me. With a deliberate movement, I pulled down the neckline of my top, revealing my 34DD breasts – a tempting display for the man standing before us. His eyes widened, a visible gulp escaping him as he took in the sight.
"This is what you missed tonight," I said, my voice laced with a cruel satisfaction as I pinched his nipples sharply. He winced.
Simultaneously, Lily and Emma leaned forward, their eyes locked on my breasts with an almost reverent desire. Lily’s lips parted slightly as she reached out, her fingers gently tracing the underside of my left breast before her mouth closed over it. The warmth of her breath, the soft suction as she latched on, sent a shiver down my spine. Her hands cradled the fullness, her thumbs gently stroking the skin around my areola.
Emma, not to be outdone, eagerly claimed my right breast. Her initial touch was bolder, her mouth opening wider as she drew the entire areola in, her tongue flicking teasingly against my nipple before she began to suckle with a deeper intensity.
A low groan escaped my lips, the sensation a potent cocktail of pleasure and exquisite torment.
I closed my eyes, the world narrowing to the feel of their mouths on my flesh. Lily’s suction was a slow, deliberate pull, a gentle exploration that sent waves of warmth radiating through my chest. I felt her fingers press into the underside of my breast, lifting and shaping it as she nursed. Emma’s approach was more urgent, her sucking rhythm more insistent, a subtle nip of her teeth sending a jolt of pure sensation through me.
My hands instinctively reached out, my fingers tangling in their hair, guiding their heads, deepening their connection. I arched my back slowly, a silent invitation for them to continue their sensual assault. Their tongues danced against my nipples, wet and insistent, swirling and teasing, drawing out every last drop of sensitivity. I could feel the dampness spreading across my skin, the heat of their mouths a stark contrast to the cool air.
A sigh escaped my lips, my head falling back against the couch. I spread my arms wide, offering myself completely to their ministrations, the pleasure building with each passing moment. The rhythmic sucking, the gentle pressure of their hands, the intoxicating scent of their breath – it all combined into a symphony of pure eroticism.
I lost myself in the sensation, the memory of Jason a distant flicker in the background as I surrendered to the exquisite pleasure of their mouths on my breasts. Time ceased to exist, marked only by the increasing intensity of their ministrations and the involuntary tremors that coursed through my body.
Opening my eyes, I found Jason still standing there, a look of self-reproach on his face, undoubtedly blaming his premature ejaculation for this missed opportunity.
I beckoned him closer. Taking his caged penis in my hand, I addressed the girls. "See, girls? This is how it works." His member was straining against the confines of the ring, the muscles visibly contracting in a futile attempt to grow. He was trapped, desperate for release. Lily and Emma leaned in, their expressions a mixture of fascination and disdain at his plight.
"This," I announced, my voice carrying a note of pedagogical authority, "is helplessness. Lesson number two for you gals"
"Leave now, Jason."
"Please, ma'am," he pleaded, a tremor in his voice, "how long will this stay on?"
I blew him a mocking kiss, then delivered a sharp slap to his buttocks, a final dismissal.
"Some questions, Jason," I said, a cryptic smile playing on my lips, "do not have answers."
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What do you think happens next?
Thriller & Suspense
Kidnapping/Blackmail
Punishing/Forcing/Hypnosis
Humiliation/Teasing
Helpless/Weak/Dumpling
Sexual acts/Love making
Helpless
Resistant
Other
Bisexual
No Transformation
Slave/Master/Servant
First person
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