This tale is purely fiction; any allusion to real people, alive or dead, is purely happenstance. I have not had time to finish anything lately. I finally finished something. This story contains some coerced bi-sexual activity, including male to male oral sex. I hope you enjoy it.
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It was a quarter to three am on Saturday morning when there was a loud, sharp bang on my apartment front door. The superintendent had not yet fixed our doorbell. The noise awakened me from an erotic dream. I had an erection due to this lewd dream I was enjoying immensely. I got up and groggily stumbled down the hall from my bedroom in just my thin Mario brothers print pajama pants and opened the door. There was a wet spot from my leaking cock on my childish pajama bottoms. It was late October, and there was a slight chill in the air. A blonde female police officer was there with my roommate in handcuffs, in her uniform, his hands secured behind his back. His blue jeans fly was halfway down. The officer looked sexy in her police blues. She was a tall and muscular Amazon-like woman, yet powerfully feminine. Her black nametag read Stevens in white engraved letters.
"What is going on, officer?" I asked. She looked down at my cock, tenting my silly pajamas, and licked her lips.
"Does this 'perpetrator' live here?" she asked. I noticed someone ripped my roommate's clothes.
"Yes, he is my roommate, John," I said
"He tried to drive while drunk away from the strip club, and I decided to bring him home rather than arrest him," Officer Steven's explained. John looked like he was about to pass out.
"Thanks, he is not a bad guy; he just seems trashed," I said.
"He is quite drunk, but that is no excuse for driving under the influence," Officer Stevens said.
"What do you need from me?" I asked. I noticed her uniform was really tight over her large breasts. Her nipples were standing proud through her bra and her blue uniform blouse.
"I was going to let him go if he was willing to co-operate, but he is too smashed," She said.
"Co-operate how?" I asked. She looked down at my erection again.
"I will let you tuck him in for the night if you come down to the station and fill out some forms. He damaged a pole in the club's lot," she said.
"Why can't you put him in the holding cell, and he can fill out the forms for you when he sobers up?" I asked.
"Just do as I order you," she said as she drags John into our apartment.
She places him face down on the floor, and he is out. John was not quite five foot ten and athletic with brown curly, usually unkempt, just slightly messy hair. John was a charmer, like his father. His father owned a large appliance store chain. John's charm often was as much a liability as an asset.
John had a bad drinking problem, and I was worried he would flunk his senior year. He had started drinking with the rest of us, just socially playing quarters and beer pong. It was all mild enough for all of us as freshmen, but now John was out of control. John's father put a lot of pressure on John. His father was pushing John to the future he wanted for his son. John was not happy with his father's choice for him. John had no passion for the appliance business. I figured his binge drinking might be a way to rebel against his father's plan.
John's dad had scored us this great apartment from a friend of his, Nigel, and the rent was cheap enough for us to get out of the dorms. We had lived here our junior year and this year as well. Finals were coming up, and John did way more drinking than studying. He was a business major, and the courses were getting progressively more difficult as John reached his last year. She takes the handcuffs off John.
"You might as well leave him there. He is dead to the world anyway." I said. The tall female officer scowled at me. She was taller than me.
"What is your name?" Officer Stevens asked.
"Eugene," I said. I hated my name.
"No, Eugene, you will help me tuck him in," she said as she pulled him to his feet. She put his arm over her shoulder. I put his other arm over my shoulder. We dragged him to his room, spinning him on an angle to pass through the narrow hall, and we let him fall onto his bed. John was a lady's man and went out with a lot of women. He usually only used them for sex and never called them after that.
"Now undress him and tuck him in," she ordered.
I undid his belt and pulled his pants off; John's tiny prick was hard; it barely made a lump in his boxers. I pulled his ripped t-shirt over his head and tried to put him under the covers.
"Not so fast, take off his shorts," she ordered.
I pulled down his shorts and exposed his four-inch penis. The harsh officer laughed at John's lack of endowment.
"That explains why he has the Camaro," She said as she laughed cruelly.
John's butthole gaped opened as if something massive had violated him.
"I want to see if that little toy pistol can even shoot, jack him off for me," she said.
"No, I will not," I said. That was a huge mistake.
"I wanted to play with him some more, but he passed out. So you will do as his replacement," the forceful woman ordered.
"No," I said. Officer Stevens grabbed me and pinned my arm in the standard police hold, slamming me over the bottom of John's bed on my face. She cuffed my hands behind my back.
"Now, you will have to use your mouth," she said.
I am not gay, so she must be joking, I thought.
Officer Steven's pulled my pajama bottoms off, and my nine-inch erection was visible. She licked her lips and flipped me over on my back. My abductor took off her police hat and set it on John's nightstand. She shook her beautiful blond hair, probably due to habit since she had it up to wear her hat. She bent down and took my cock in her mouth. She started sucking it, and her face looked beautiful with her lips wrapped around my cock. Officer Steven's was a beautiful woman in her late thirties. Unlike John, I was not very experienced with women. I was a bit of a science nerd and very awkward around them. It was the first time anyone had sucked my cock. It felt incredible. Her hot moist mouth was sucking and sliding on my rigid member. She quickly brought me to the brink of an orgasm. Then she stopped!
"If you want to come, you must show me you will obey me and make the tiny shoot," she said. "Since you lost your chance to use your hand, you will have to suck him off," she continued.
She moved me and placed my mouth right over his cock. She pulled his legs up and showed his gaped asshole. It looked like something huge had violated him back there. She pushed my head down, forcing his member into my mouth.
"If you don't want my night-stick violating your ass, you better start sucking," She said. "I love making straight guys suck cock," she said.
I started to suck John's little cock hesitantly, and he moaned in his sleep. The officer rubbed my balls to motivate me. I sucked him more, and he waked up slightly. He opened his eyes, looked down, and immediately passed out again. I kept sucking, and John became more erect. I hope he doesn't fill my mouth with cum I thought. As I continued to suck John's penis unwillingly moving my mouth up and down on him. She seemed to be enjoying making me suck cock. Officer Stevens put her hand on John's balls and stopped playing with mine. She took out her cell phone and took a video of me sucking John. When John was starting to cum, the cruel woman pulled my head up so that he came all over my face. She recorded the whole thing. She was laughing at how the semen coated my face.
"So that little thing can shoot, too bad now the micro-penis gene can be passed on," She quipped. She rolled me on my back, and my cock had gone soft.
"Next time, you should obey, the first time," she said, laughing at me.
She started to lick the come off my face. It felt amazingly erotic. She licked up some and then kissed me with her semen laden tongue. It tasted nasty, and I wanted to spit it out. She enjoyed tormenting me and kept licking my face and kissing come into my mouth. She kept doing this until my face felt clear of come. Then Officer Stevens just kept kissing me as she massaged my prick roughly until it was hard.
"Too late to play with you anymore, but it looks like you will be able to help John," she said.
She dragged me handcuffed naked while my shaft was still erect out of my apartment and down the hall. Then down around the corner inside the same building to another apartment. It was apartment 208. She had a key to this apartment, and she opened the door. She pulled me into it and set me on a wooden chair. A woman obviously decorated the apartment. The couch was a floral print, and the wall hangings were prints of lavender flower arrangements. The sofa looked dated as floral print couches were no longer in vogue. She went to the cupboard, brought back silver duct tape, and taped my legs to the chair legs. She taped my arms together above the handcuffs. She then taped my mouth closed and secured me to the chair with tape. She took a short tape strip and taped my balls to the seat of the chair. She took off the handcuffs and put them back in the pouch on her belt. I was uncomfortably immobilized, and she looked satisfied with her work. The cherry wood chair I was in faced the kitchen. She stroked my cock again to make me more excited, and I was about to cum, when she stopped.
"I will bring the forms home for John to sign," Officer Stevens said.
"I have to go now; my shift is almost over. I must turn in my squad car," she said. She then left the apartment and left me taped to the chair. I thought this must be her apartment. I never saw her before; maybe she moved in recently. Now let me find out if I can escape.
I tried to free myself from the tape, and it was not working. I had to pee due to Officer Stevens having teased me to the edge of orgasm twice. I hoped she would return before I pissed all over her wooden kitchen chair. She would probably make me lick it up, I thought. I was in a bad way as I watched her kitchen clock that was round with a white face with black letters tick away. The clock read 4:17, and I figured her shift must have ended at 4:00. I hoped she would get back soon. I was yearning to pee; if I were not tied up, I would have been doing the pee dance. I was glad she had not blindfolded me. I looked around and noticed the wall paint was the same off-white our apartment was painted. The vinyl flooring was a different fake tile pattern than ours; it was still dull apartment fare. Her apartment was impeccable. There was no clutter and indeed no dust. The dinette had a real cherry wood kitchen table and four chairs; this was an expensive set. She left me secured to one of the chairs. A blue glass fluted bowl of oranges was in the middle of the table. On the wall was a picture of her and a handsome muscular guy in a large oak frame. I had passed this apartment countless times on the way to the parking lot and never once saw Officer Stevens or the guy in the picture.
It must be her boyfriend, maybe her brother. Most likely, a boyfriend; what was she doing kidnapping me then. Was she planning on killing me? Is she a sociopath? I hope she is not that dangerous. I certainly can't overpower her, I thought. I noticed another picture with her, and he dressed as a bride and groom in a black eight by ten frame. The apartment showed no signs of a male living there. I wondered what had happened. Divorce is most likely; odds were far in favor of that. Is she mad at all men and taking it out on me? I noticed another picture just more extensive than an 8 X 10 of Officer Stevens in a military police uniform. She appeared lined up with her squad. The groom in the other picture was in the image of her team. The clock read 4:39 when I heard a key in the lock and footsteps.
"Did you miss me," Officer Stevens asked, now dressed in jeans and a V neck yellow T-shirt? She had removed her bra, and there was almost no sag with her big breasts. Her nipples were just visible through the yellow shirt as my captor set down her things on the kitchen counter. She hung her keys in the key cabinet. I nodded my head up and down. She looked sexy in civilian clothes, but her uniform was way more exciting to me. She ripped the tape off my mouth painfully. I was thankful to be able to speak again.
"I really need to pee," I whined. My captor smiled and seemed way more relaxed out of her uniform.
"Do I need to bring something for you to pee in, or can you wait to be untied?" she asked
"I can wait," I said. My cruel tormentor ripped the tape off my legs and across my lap. She ripped the tape, securing my waste, and then she pulled the strip of tape off my balls. The adhesive pulling my ball hair out really hurt. She was not at all gentle. Then she pulled me up on my feet, leaving my arms taped together behind my back. She led me into the bathroom and aimed my penis into the white porcelain toilet. Even though I had to pee, it was very awkward having her handle me as I tried to go. I couldn't pee. I finally was able to pee, and it felt wonderful to let it flow. A beautiful woman is holding my cock with her long fingers and red painted nails, I thought. Once I finished peeing, she caressed my cock until I was hard again.
"I want you hard so I can shave off all this hair," she said. She took scissors and a razor out of the mirror medicine cabinet. She sat me down on the edge of the tub and trimmed off all my pubic hair. She lathered my balls and cock. She then shaved them off smoothly, pushing me around to facilitate her efforts. She shaved under my arms as well. I felt very strange, but I liked it. She noticed I was not fighting her. She smiled slyly. No one would resist a woman with a razor at his balls, I thought.
"I will release your arms if you promise to do what I tell you," she said.
"I will, I promise," I said. My captor smiled.
She ripped the tape off my arms, and it hurt. My arms, now striped with bald lines around my forearms from the tape, and Some of the residues remained on my skin. She turned on the shower and started taking off her clothes. She released her blonde hair, and it cascaded down to her shoulders. She shook her hair again, and it was quite interesting to see her so feminine. When she was naked, she pulled me into the shower with her. Her body was incredible, and I was staring at her large nipples. She pulled my head up to make my eyes look into her eyes. She then kissed me and forced her tongue into my mouth. She kissed my mouth as she soaped up my chest with a washcloth.
"I am in charge. I am finished with male-led relationships. I tried that; Tom cheated on me and left," she said. She soaped my cock and washed the remaining shaving cream off, all the while she aggressively kissed me.
"Are you okay with me being in charge?" she asked.
"Yes, I do not know much about women," I said. She kissed me again.
"Good, I would hate to have to post the video of you with john's cock in your mouth," she said.
"You won't need to do that," I said. Everyone will think I am gay, I thought. My captor kissed me once again, forcing her tongue in my throat.
Once I was clean, she told me to wash her.
"You only wash me where I tell you when I tell you," she ordered.
She proceeded to tell me just how to wash her body. I had never touched a woman this gorgeous before. My penis was hard; I felt beyond turned on. When she told me to soap up her lovely breasts, I felt fortunate to have been abducted by her. She then pulled my mouth down to her nipple as she steadied herself against the white plastic tub surround.
"Suck them gently," she ordered. I sucked them gingerly, switching from one big nipple to the other, and her nipples hardened in my mouth. She was enjoying it; I could tell by her breathing.
"Now suck them harder," she ordered.
I sucked her nipples harder in turn. She grabbed my cock and squeezed it gently. She had me wash her flat stomach, and I could feel how taught her abs were. She then had me wash down where her legs come together. She shaved her pubes just like she had shaved me. My soapy hand could feel her luscious folds. She had me wash her clitoris, and as I rubbed my soapy fingers against it, she shuddered in ecstasy. It was the first time I had ever helped a woman climax.
"You ever have sex with a woman before?" she asked.
"No, my only girlfriend only gave me one hand job," I said. She probably thinks I am a total loser twenty-one years old and still a virgin, I thought.
"Perfect, I will teach you everything," she said. She kissed me aggressively.
"You don't think I am a loser?" I asked.
"No, John is the loser. That is why I raped him with my nightstick. I only made you suck him because I thought you were like him. I also really enjoy making people do naughty things," she said. I wondered if John knew she had made me do that. I hoped he was so out of it he didn't realize.
"I own you now, so I guess it worked out good for me," she said. She slapped my ass.
I was okay with her being in charge if she finally took my cherry. I would sign a five-year sex slave contract if that were what she required, I thought.
"Let's dry off, and I will teach you to eat me," she said.
She then dried me off and had me dry her off. When we were dry, she grabbed my hand and led me into the bedroom. She lies down on the bed and spread her legs. Her breasts were large enough to be still impressive even while she was on her back. I crawled between her open thighs and started to lick my very first pussy. Her legs wrapped around me, holding me in place. It was salty and moist. She gave instructions as I did it. She had me lick the outer lips and insert my tongue up her hole and lick. She had me lick her inner folds. She finally taught me how to lick and suck her clitoris. She reached down to pull my hair as she came, and my cock was so excited it was weeping. I was proud that I had given her so much pleasure.
"Good job, now I want you to promise if I take your cherry, you will be my slave for the rest of your time here at school," she said.
"Yes, I agree. Do I have to sign a contract?" I said. My favorite porn stories always had a guy sign a contract.
"After, we will draw one up," she said.
"Lay on your back," she said. I lay on my back, and she climbed on my cock. She lowered herself slowly on my member. It felt so good; I had never felt anything so good. She slowly moved her womanhood up and down my stiff shaft, and I knew heaven. Her big breasts were mesmerizing me. Her big conical mounds were jiggling with her up and down movement. She was moving enough to stimulate but was not hurrying it.
"I want your first time to be good, so I will make you a deal if you can hold out and do not come for five minutes, I will let you live here as my slave," she said. I so want that right now, I thought.
"You are much bigger than my husband Tom was," She said. She wanted me to last five minutes, so she stopped and just sat with my cock in her. She didn't move for two minutes, my cock slightly twitching inside her warm slippery tunnel.
"There are two ways you will be better than Tom. One, your dick is at least two inches bigger, and two, you will lick me. Tom would not do that," She said. She then started to move her sex again, milking me slowly, and just after five minutes, I shot the most significant load I ever had. I thought my head was going to explode; it was so incredible. She had timed her orgasm right when I had mine. She smiled and hugged me.
"Let's go make your contract," she said.
She then put on her robe and pulled me to the computer. I walked quite shakily as she was hauling me. She wrote up a contract. The conditions included me being naked always in the apartment, wearing what she said when I left the apartment, and cooking and cleaning. I would be spanked for any transgressions to her rules. Of course, I was to perform any sexual favors she asked any time she asked. I was never to have sex with anyone else without her permission. I was to keep myself shaved at all times. She was going to make me get in shape for her. For my service to her, I would receive free room and board. The contract was good until I finished graduate school. I signed it without reservation. She kissed me.
Then she pulled me back to bed, and she made love to me again. She, of course, was on top and screwed me agonizingly slowly. She languished up and down my swollen nine inches; of course, It was breathtakingly good. Her experience and expertise were apparent. She slowly brought us both toward a sensory crescendo. It was so beautifully symphonic; I wished it to continue forever. Alas, we both inevitably had an orgasm at the same time, again. It was merely due to her skill that I was able to hold out till she came. She made me lick her sex clean, and she licked me clean. Of course, she then kissed me. We took a nap for a few hours after sex, and she let me sleep in her arms. I felt safe and protected. I was pleased. I thought about how bullied I had been as a child. I appreciated Carla's strength.
When we woke up and got out of bed, I realized I had no clothes. How would I get any from my apartment? She slapped my ass and said, "Slave, I want you to cook breakfast." I went to start cooking. She came in with a girly floral apron and put it on me. She did not have much food in her apartment, so I made pancakes and eggs without any bacon or sausages. I used the last of the pancake mix. Soon breakfast was ready. While I was cooking, she kept rubbing my package under the apron and playfully swatting my butt. It was distracting, but it was fun.
"You will call me Ms. Carla," she said as she squeezed my balls. Carla was her first name.
"Do not wear the apron to the table," she said. I took the apron off.
"No, I want you to hang it on the hook; I will punish you for not putting things away," She said. I had not noticed the hook on the wall.
"I need to study," I said as we were eating.
"Okay, we will get your books later." She said.
"Your slave name is Gene," she said.
"I need my computer more than books," I said. Most of my classes were lab centered now, so I did not have much reading.
"We will get your things once John drives off in his car; I did not have it impounded, so he will have already walked back to the club to get it. The damage from the pole was minor," she said. John had a new Camaro, and it had a loud exhaust. She must have been annoyed by it before.
"I really enjoyed violating his inconsiderate ass with my nightstick; I cannot count the number of times he has woken me with that damn car," she said.
"You have no idea how hard it is to get good rest when you work nights; he had it coming," She said.
"I am going to spank you for not putting the apron away properly," Carla said. She had me lean against the counter, and she reached into a drawer for a spatula. She smacked my bare ass ten times on each cheek; it hurt a lot, but my cock stuck straight up. No one had spanked before me before, and it was slightly humiliating. I guess I know my little head likes it, I thought. Carla smiled.
"I have no clothes to walk down the hall in," I said.
"I will not let you have clothes, but I will let you wear panties to go there," she said. Did she know about my panties fantasy? Being forced to wear panties was one of my favorite desires.
"I do not have my key, so if John is gone, I cannot get in," I said.
"The superintendent Blanche has a key; her place is across the hall when John leaves, we will dress you in panties and have you knock on her door," she said. Just then, John's car started and pulled out of the parking lot. She dragged me to the bedroom and went to her lingerie drawer and pulled out a red pair of panties. Carla took time to dress in a sexy low cut blouse without a bra and jeans.
"Put these on," she said. I put them on, and they were pure silk. The feeling on my cock was amazing. I started to get hard. She massaged me through the silk, and this felt so very good. When I was fully erect, my penis head stuck out above the red silk panties' waistband. "Time to knock on Blanche's door," she said. I walked down the hall and into the apartment and hesitated at the front door.
"I will come with you," Carla said. She walked past me and opened the door. Carla looked both ways to make sure no one was in the hall. She pulled me out in the corridor and pointed to Blanche's door. I had never met Blanche; John always dealt with her. I just gave my half of the rent to him. I walked up to the door; it was number 201 and knocked. A minute later, an attractive fifty-year-old woman opened the door. She was in a short kimono robe, and her short brown hair was wet as if she had just gotten out of the shower.
"I am locked out. Can you let me in?" I asked. She looked at the top of my erection sticking out of Carla's panties. She smiled and looked at Carla.
"He doesn't have any clothes of his own, so I loaned him these. Don't they look cute on him," Carla said. Blanche licked her lips.
"Yes, they look great on him, but wouldn't they look better around his ankles?" Blanche asked in her thick British accent as a devious smile broke out on her face.
Carla pulled down the panties, and they fell around my ankles. It felt even more humiliating than being in the panties. I was naked out in the hall.
"Yes, much better," Blanche said as she giggled. "Why don't you come in, and I will serve some tea and look for the keys," Blanche said. It was not yet tea time, but Blanche must have needed it.
We entered her apartment, and I bent down to pull the panties up. Carla slapped my hand. Blanche had a portrait of Margaret Thatcher hung on the wall. There was also an antique map of the British Empire.
"Do not be rude; leave them down," Carla said. She stepped on the panties and pulled my legs out of them one by one. She was so strong she practically picked me up, just removing my legs. I felt powerless to stop her.
"Did I say you could pull them up?" Carla asked.
"No, Ms. Carla," I said.
"You will wear what I say out of the apartment that was in our agreement. I will have to punish you," Carla said.
She sat on Blanche's brown leather couch and pulled me over her lap. She then started to spank my bare bottom. She gave me several hard smacks on my backside with her strong hand. Blanche came out of the kitchen with the tray of tea. The tea set looked like a family heirloom. Blanche was smiling as she saw Carla subjugating me to a spanking. I was humiliated by being naked and spanked in front of Blanche; I strangely loved it. This humiliation had me unexplainably excited. When she set the tray down, her robe fell open, and her large breast came into view. I looked up, and I saw her dangling orbs, and I could not help staring. She did not close her robe; she let me stare. Her nipple was as big as an orange, and her breast was as large as a cantaloupe.
"He is staring at my breast Carla, punish him for his impudence," Blanche said. Carla was fast to catch onto Blanche's plan. She wanted an excuse to spank me also.
"Do you want to spank him for it?" she asked. Why not just let her spank me then. What? I thought.
"Yes, I will open my robe when I sit down. If the pervert looks at my breasts and does not look away, I can spank him 50 times," she suggested.
"Deal," Carla said.
Blanche sat down on the leather recliner and opened her robe. Her breasts were excellent, and I could not look away. They were giant breasts I had ever seen any like them in the flesh. Carla let me up and made me lay over Blanche's lap, and she gave me 25 smacks on each cheek. I liked being spanked by these two older women. Somehow I found the spankings incredibly exciting. She then let me up, but she did not cover her breasts with her robe.
"You can look all you want, Eugene. I just love spanking young men. Consider the sight of my breasts your reward," Blanche said.
The two ladies drank their tea and discussed my new living arrangement. They decided to get all my clothes and things, and Carla would keep my clothes in a locked trunk. Blanche would store everything I did not need in the basement storage. On her workdays, she would come home and lay something out for me. That way, I would not have to wake Carla as she would be working the night shift. Blanche's robe fell open all the way, exposing her hairy bush and sex. I could not help but look at it.
"You bad boy, women, are in charge; you can't look without permission," Carla said. She pulled me over her lap again, spanked me another 50 times. My soldier was very hard due to this erotic and painful event.
Blanche found the key to my apartment and went to get dressed. She changed into a slinky halter dress as she was a tease. The halter dress was green and designed to be worn braless. Her massive breasts strained against the halter's thin material; the top by design just covered her nipples. I knew when she bent forward; they would be visible. They pulled me naked down the hall to my front door, leaving the panties in Blanche's apartment. Blanche opened my door, and they pulled me into the apartment. They stopped in the living room.
"What is yours," Carla asked.
"Just the things in my room, John owns everything out here," I said.
Blanche and Carla put my outer clothes in my suitcase and hang-up bag. All of my boxer underwear and pajamas Carla threw away in the garbage. Why is she throwing away my underwear? Is she going to make me go commando everywhere, I thought? They put all my books in a box and put my laptop on top of the box. While packing my things, Blanche bent forward, and her nipple came into my view. Carla caught me looking, and over her knee, I went.
"You should control your eyes," Carla said.
Both women spanked me until my ass was again sore and red. Carla threw out all my pinup posters as well. Blanche went back for a cart to transport my stuff. Carla opened my wallet and looked at my I. D. She must have noticed I was from a neighboring state because she smiled an evil, wicked smile. At the school with a science scholarship, my parents were of modest means, unlike John's. My scholarship covered tuition and books, but my housing was being paid for by my parents.
"Is the bed and dresser yours? How about the nightstand?" Carla asked all business. I did not have much as my father had delivered me and my things in his Ranger pickup.
"Yes, they all belong to me," I said.
Carla broke down my twin bed. It was a metal frame with no headboard. She rolled up the slats as two strips of canvas connected them. The slats made a neat roll. My well-worn mattress was the same one I owned my whole life, and she packed all my other things from the bathroom in a plastic bag from the kitchen.
I had to know what she planned for me to wear for underwear.
"What will I do for underwear," I asked.
"You will wear panties from now on. I know you like wearing them," Carla said, smiling.
I did not argue. Those silk panties felt hot as they rubbed my cock. When Blanche had the cart with all my stuff loaded on, we pushed it to Carla's apartment. We unloaded the things Carla wanted me to have. Blanche and Carla made me help put my mattress in the dumpster that was outside behind the building and meant me going out naked. Cheryl, a classmate that lived in the building, was at the dumpster.
"Hello Eugene," Cheryl said, her eyes riveted to my nine-inch erection. Just yesterday, she had brushed me off at chemistry class. I did not even know she knew my name. Cheryl was a pretty red-haired girl, yet slightly thin and pale. Her eyes were her most striking feature. They were a wispy blue that reminded me of the song 'When Irish eyes are smiling.' She had small breasts, but her nipples always stuck out. She was adorable; I had only asked her to study together. She was a good student and took accurate notes. I thought if we combined our information, we would have a complete set. I was always uncomfortable asking women out, even if it was to study. I am studying for a chemistry degree after all; I am more comfortable alone in the lab.
"Hello, Cheryl," I said. Cheryl was wearing a knit sweater and jeans. You could just make out her nipples through the open knitting. It was clear she was not wearing a bra.
"Why are you naked, Eugene," Cheryl asked. I wish she had not seen me, I thought.
"Because I won't allow him to wear clothes unless I want him to," Carla said. I was quite embarrassed; my face was beet red.
"Do you want to come into my apartment for a drink, Cheryl," Carla asked?
"Sure, will you keep Eugene naked the whole time?" Cheryl asked.
"Of course, I like him that way," Carla said.
"I do too. Why is Eugene's bottom so red?" Cheryl said.
"From his being spanked by Blanche and me," Carla said. Cheryl smiled and had a look of being enlightened.
"Let me put this stuff in storage, and I will catch up with you, Carla," Blanche said.
Blanche took my bed parts, lamp, and dresser to put them in storage as Carla led Cheryl back to her place. Carla let us in.
"Do you want a coke, Cheryl," Carla asked.
"Yes, I would, please," Cheryl said. Cheryl could not keep her eyes off my erection. I loved her interest. I never realized I had such exhibitionist tendencies.
"Gene, I want you to go get us two cokes," Carla said. I went to the kitchen and poured two cokes from a two-liter bottle, and brought them back. My cock was wagging all the way there and back. I handed one to Cheryl and then one to Carla, and there was a knock on the door.
"Get the door, Gene," Carla said. I went and answered the door, and it was Blanche. Blanche came in.
"Gene, go and get another coke for Blanche and one for you," Carla said. Cheryl's nipples were sticking out from her sweater. I brought the coke and handed it to Blanche. Cheryl's nipples looked hard enough to cut glass.
"Blanche, you are usually submissive, right?" Carla asked.
"Yes, how did you know?" Blanche said. Her face flushed a little.
"Take off your dress, Blanche," Carla said. Carla had found by owning me that she wanted to dominate others.
Blanche took off her halter dress, and her massive breasts showed for all to see. Carla smiled and looked at me, but now Cheryl was distracted by Blanche. Her eyes kept returning to Blanche's big breasts.
"Now the panties Blanche," Carla ordered. Blanche took off her panties. Cheryl could not take her eyes off Blanche's sex.
"I want you to shave all that hair off, Blanche," Carla said. There are scissors and a razor in the medicine cabinet.
"Wait for Blanche. I think Cheryl might be going with you," Carla said. Cheryl fidgeted in her chair.
"Cheryl, I want you naked also. Are you willing to obey me?" Carla asked.
"Yes, I am," Cheryl answered. She took off her sweater, and her small perky tits were very white, and her nipples were very pink. Her pointy nipples looked made for suckling. She took off her jeans, and her white panties had soaked through. When all her clothes were off, her lithe body was quite sexy. A red downy fur covered her sex.
"I thought so; both of you help each other shave. I want my slaves hairless down there," Carla ordered.
They both went to the bathroom and shaved each other as ordered. When the women were out of the room, Carla told me something.
"Cheryl is a virgin, Gene. She is just as awkward as you are around the opposite sex. I want you to take her cherry," Carla said. "But you can only have sex with who I say and never behind my back. I still own you," she said. Carla passed the time by kissing me, forcing her tongue down my throat. I had never been kissed so much in my life as Carla kissed me in one day. I liked her aggressive sexuality; I did not have to guess what she wanted. Understanding female subtlety was a skill I did not have.
Blanche and Cheryl returned to the living room. They looked even sexier without pubic hair. Cheryl's vaginal lips were small, but Blanche's were large and hung off the sides of her pussy. I had never seen a pussy three days ago. Now I was looking at two at the same time. I was very horny again and hoped Carla would allow me to have sex with both of them.
"Lay on your back on the floor, Gene," Carla ordered. I lay on my back on the carpet.
"Are you a virgin, Cheryl?" Carla asked.
"Yes, I am," Cheryl said. Cheryl was a junior and had to be twenty years old. I thought I was the only virgin left this old yesterday.
"I want you to lower yourself onto Gene's cock," Carla said. Cheryl lowered herself onto my cock, and she was very tight. Cheryl smiled as my cock inched up her love canal. She did not seem to have any discomfort with my length. She then started to move up and down on my penis more rapidly. Cheryl moaned with pleasure. She humped her pussy on my shaft for a while. Up and down on my post, she rode me cowgirl style.
"That is right, Cheryl; women are on top. Show Gene, you are in control," Carla said. Cheryl smiled.
She rode me entirely for her pleasure. Cheryl pleased her mentor Carla by being a controlling woman. Cheryl had an orgasm, and I was close to coming.
"Stop, Cheryl, I do not want to let him come," Carla said. Cheryl got off me. "I do not want you pregnant," Carla said.
"I am on birth control; my Mom is paranoid," Cheryl said.
"Did you enjoy your first time?" Carla asked.
"Yes, it was much better than my vibrator," Cheryl answered.
"Consider it a gift; I wanted you to have. Men are our playthings, not the other way around," Carla said.
"Blanche, now it is your turn," Carla said. Blanche lowered herself on my meat, and it felt good as well. Blanche moved her big bottom up and down on me. Her breasts jiggled and bounced, and they enthralled me. Blanche was quite sexy with her huge boobs and big ass. I wanted to make her happy. Blanche quickly had an orgasm. I came right after her.
"Did you shoot your load, Gene?" Carla asked.
"Yes," I said.
"I did not give you permission to come, did I?" Carla asked.
"No," I answered. Carla sat on a dining chair.
"Over my lap," Carla said. I lay over her lap, and she spanked me again. Soon my shaft was stiff from the humiliation.
"Cheryl, I want you to sit in a chair next to me," Carla said. Cheryl did as Carla said. When she was seated, Carla ordered me to lie across Cheryl's lap. Cheryl spanked me as well. I could tell Cheryl enjoyed spanking me as much as Blanche and Carla did.
"You like spanking him, Cheryl?" Carla asked.
"Yes, I love how red his bottom is getting," Cheryl said.
"That's enough for now; I don't want to bruise my slave's ass," Carla said. Cheryl let me up, and Carla sent me for another round of drinks.
"I want to find out if you like me to spank you also, Cheryl," Carla said. Carla moved to the couch. Carla had me lay with my face where Cheryl's nipples would end up.
"Gene, I want you to suck her nipples while I spank her," Carla said.
Cheryl lies over Carla's lap. Carla started to spank her, and I could tell she was enjoying the spanking. I was sure enjoying sucking Cheryl's pink pointy nipples. Blanche looked on, and it was apparent she wanted to be spanked also. Cheryl soon shuddered in a mostly spanking induced orgasm. I did not even know that was possible.
Cheryl left Carla's lap, and Blanche took Cheryl's place over Carla's lap. Carla spanked Blanche's ample bottom. I was allowed to suck Blanche's big nipples also. I am going to like being Carla's slave, I thought. Blanche squealed, and it was apparent she wanted to be spanked as well. Carla was excited and spanked Blanche even harder, and soon Blanche had a mostly spanking induced orgasm. Carla let Blanche up.
John's noisy Camaro pulled back into the parking lot.
"How about your roommate John? Is he submissive?" Cheryl asked.
"I don't know; he never goes out with anyone for very long," I said. He dates a lot of girls and all I thought.
"Probably due to his small penis," Carla said.
"I am going to need a new place to stay next semester," Cheryl said.
"Why is that?" Blanche asked.
"My roommate is getting married, and she and her husband will keep the apartment," Cheryl said.
"I will help you find a place," Blanche said.
"John will need a new roommate," I said.
"That is why I wondered if he was submissive," Cheryl said.
"I have some incriminating video of him. You want to blackmail him and see if you want him?" Carla asked Cheryl.
"How small is his wiener? Cheryl asked.
"Four inches, but you could use that to make him lick you more," Carla said. "Plus, I will be glad to loan you Gene's cock, if you make John clean you out after," Carla said.
"Let us try John out then," Cheryl said.
Carla got up and opened the door to her apartment. When John walked by, she pulled him in. He protested her maltreating him, but Carla was much too strong for him to stop her.
"Why did you pull me in here?" John asked.
"I wanted to show you a video," Carla said.
Carla showed the video of John being sucked by me. It also showed his gaped ass, and it appeared I had just taken him up his ass. He was shocked by it.
"If you want this not to be posted all over the internet, you will do as I say," Carla said.
"Okay, anything, just please, you cannot post it," John said.
"Take off all your clothes, John," Carla said. John took off all his clothes, and he was hard. Carla sat on a wooden chair and pulled John over her lap. She started to spank him, and he was submissive also. She spanked him hard at least 30 times. He squealed like a girl as Carla spanked him. His athletic legs quivered as she dominated him.
"Cheryl, why don't you sit down? It is your turn to spank him," Carla said.
Cheryl sat down, and Carla moved John on to her lap. Cheryl spanked John hard another 30 times, and John was very aroused by it. Carla whispered something in Cheryl's ear. Carla picked up John and lay John on his back on the carpet. Cheryl lowered herself onto John. She rode his little cock for only a few seconds, and he had an orgasm. Maybe he only dates women till he has sex because he is a three-pump chump. Who would want a repeat performance of that? I thought.
"Make him lick you now, Cheryl," Carla ordered.
Cheryl lowered her semen filled sex onto John's face. John refused to lick his semen out of Cheryl. Carla squeezed his balls, and the pain motivated John to start to lick. John seemed to like the taste of his semen. After his initial hesitation, he licked Cheryl out hungrily. John's little prick was hard again. Carla had Blanche lower her pussy onto John's cock. Cheryl had another orgasm. John came once more, way before Blanche could climax, most likely due to John's member's tiny size. Carla had Blanche make John clean her out also. Blanche came again.
Carla made John suck my cock, and I was not very happy about it. Carla and Cheryl took some pictures of John with my cock in his mouth, and John looked strangely delighted in the photos. Carla stripped off all her clothes. She let me pull my cock out of John's mouth, and she pushed me onto my back and climbed onto my nine inches. Carla rode me hard, and I shot my load into her. Carla, now indeed aroused, came just as quickly.
"John, lick me out, you clean up, boy," Carla said. John happily licked my come out of Carla, and she climaxed again. Carla got off of John's mouth.
"Eugene is going to live here as my slave. Cheryl is going to move in with you, John as your mistress. Do you have a problem with that?" Carla asked.
"No, it is alright with me. Will Cheryl pay John's half of the rent?" John said. John's soft cock rapidly became hard. He certainly wanted to be owned by Cheryl.
"Cheryl, do you want to put John back on the right track by being his Mistress," Carla asked.
"Yes, I would like to own a cum slut like him. I will pay half of the rent. John, I want you to suck Gene hard again," Cheryl said.
John obediently sucked my cock until I was hard. Sucking my dick made John hard again. When I was stiff, Cheryl pulled John off and pushed me over on my back.
"I need a real dick," Cheryl said, enjoying humiliating John. John was still hard; he must have liked the abuse.
Cheryl climbed on my cock again, enjoying her power over us boys. She rode me hard and fast, and we came at the same time. Blanche felt sorry for John, pushed him on his back, and started to suck his tiny wiener. Cheryl climbed up on John's face.
"Get licking cleanup, boy," Cheryl said. John happily licked her out as he shot his load into Blanche's mouth. Blanche looked at Carla, and Carla nodded. Blanche then kissed me and forced John's semen into my mouth. When Blanche finished kissing me, Carla kissed me again. Carla's kissing made me hard once more.
"We need to go shopping for the boy's new panties then," Carla said.
"First, I need to shave off all his pubic hair," Cheryl said,
"You know where the razor is," Carla said. Cheryl took John to the bathroom, cut off all his pubic hair, and then shaved him smooth. Carla sucked my erection and did not stop sucking till I shot a load in her mouth. I had never been this sexually satisfied as she then kissed me and made me swallow all my semen. Carla must enjoy making me eat boy sauce. I was starting to mind it less because at least she was going to have to make me come a lot to do that.
When they finished, the five of us got into Carla's oversize shower. It was fun to wash so many breasts and pussies. Carla enjoyed washing my cock. Then we all dressed. Carla loaned panties to John and me, as they were not going to let us wear any male underwear.
"I am the queen bee, and I own all of you," Carla said. Everyone agreed to that.
We all went to go to the mall. Our new mistresses wanted to buy some new panties, So John and I could wear them under our clothes. Blanche retrieved jeans and a shirt for me. John put his clothes on over the borrowed panties, and I put my jeans over mine.
Blanche had a big Mercedes, so we all got in that. Blanche drove us to the mall, and the five of us got out. Blanche took us to a lingerie shop she was fond of patronizing. Carla looked through the panties looking for ones that would rub me the right way. Some soft material or silk: any material that would keep me aroused. She found a package of three, all in pastel colors. She also found some individual soft lace ones and a solid red silk one. Cheryl followed suit and picked out some for John. When the two mistresses had found what they wanted, they wanted us to try them on.
"Where are the dressing rooms," Carla asked.
"In the back right corner," the salesgirl said. The salesgirl was tall and attractive with milk chocolate-colored skin. Her hair was straightened, cut in a cute and trendy short style. She wore blue eye shadow and brownish-red lipstick. She wore a nice tight-fitting white blouse and a pleated black skirt. She knew how to present herself. Her name tag read Sheri.
Carla went into a dressing room with me, and Cheryl and Blanche took John into another one. Carla closed the curtain and made me strip naked, and then she handed me the transparent red lace panties. I put the panties on. Once they were on, Carla bent down and kissed me and caressed my ass through the panties.
"You are a cute young slut aren't you, Gene," Carla said.
"If you say so," I said. I was happy to be controlled by this gorgeous amazon.
"Why don't we go out to the mirror and you can see how good you look," Carla said.
"I do not want to get in trouble," I said. My cock told a different story. I was worried about other customers turning me into mall security.
"I want Blanche and the cute salesgirl to see you in these. I will go out to see if any customers might report you," Carla said. Blanche left John and Cheryl to see what I looked like in the new panties. Carla went out to the mirror that was on the sales floor. She came back and dragged me out to the mirror.
"Those look quite sexy on him," Blanche said.
I looked at myself in the mirror, and I was embarrassed by how feminine the panties looked. I loved the way they felt on though. The sales lady came up and smiled, her white teeth contrasting her beautiful dark-skinned face.
"Could you check the fit for us," Carla asked?
Sheri put her hand in the waistband of the red lace panties to check how tight they were. She then grabbed my package to check how the fit was there. I shuddered a little in excitement. My penis head was now protruding over the top of the waistband. Sheri rubbed my penis head, and I began to squirm around. I would not mind her riding me, I thought, as Cheryl pulled John out to the mirror, and Sheri checked his fit. When she checked the front of his panties, she laughed. John was wearing black panties.
"Is there anything in here? Sheri said. She pulled the front of the panties out and looked in them, pretending to see if he had a penis.
"I see the E-ticket ride," She said, pointing to my cock. "This one is the C ticket," Sheri said, laughing. She must be referring to early Disneyland; only the best and biggest rides were E-ticket. That isn't kind, I thought.
"Yeah, John's is like a real penis, only smaller," Carla said. John turned beet red.
"His tongue makes up for it," Cheryl said. "Plus, he will lick cum out of a pussy anytime," Cheryl said.
"I would love to see that," Sheri said. Sheri's nipples were hard and could be seen even through her clothing.
John looked like he felt a lot better after Cheryl stuck up for him. Carla took me back to the changing room and tried several other pairs. Cheryl took John into the other changing booth, and soon I could hear the sound of John's bare ass spanking. Cheryl then pulled John out to the mirror in a transparent pair of black lace panties with little red bows.
"That looks good on him. His red ass goes well with the red bowed panties," Sheri said. Blanche giggled.
"I need to go to another store; I will be back in fifteen minutes," Blanche said. She left the shop.
Carla thought it would be fun to do the same to me, so she sat on the bench inside the changing room and pulled me over her lap. She then pulled down my panties and spanked my pale bottom till it was red. Then Carla put a pink thong on me and dragged me out to the mirror. When we got to the mirror, Cheryl had already taken John back to the changing area.
"Eugene, what are you wearing?" Professor March said. My freshman biology professor was in the store and was staring at my red bottom and thong; how humiliating. She was one of my favorite professors. I had recently applied to be her teacher's assistant. What rotten luck her being here. Professor March was a 50 something year old with brown hair and brown eyes and slender. She was attractive and was very young looking for her age.
"Sorry, professor," I said. I was embarrassed. Professor March took a picture of me with her cell phone.
"No, I like you in those; I will add this picture to your résumé file," Professor March said.
"Why don't you help us put on the next pair Professor March," Carla said.
"Can I please?" Professor March asked.
"Sure, come on back with us," Carla said. When we got back to the changing area, Cheryl opened the curtain, revealing John in some frilly white panties. John was embarrassed to see our biology professor.
"John, what are you doing wearing panties," Professor March said.
"He wears what I tell him to," Cheryl said.
"I will have to take a rain check Eugene. If you want the position make sure to wear some nice panties to the interview," Professor March said.
"Hello, Cheryl, can you put him in a thong?" Professor March asked. We all had taken the professor's course, so Cheryl answered by pulling John's frilly panties down. Professor March went in and grabbed John's tiny wiener.
"It is so cute, like a little toy," Professor March said. Cheryl closed the curtain. Carla pulled me into the other changing booth. I could only hear what was going on next door. Carla was turned on and started kissing me on the mouth.
"Make him come in your hand and make him lick it all up, Professor March," Cheryl said. John moaned, and Cheryl laughed. Professor March's hand was making jerking noises, and soon John grunted.
"Lick it off," Professor March said.
"Sheri, could you find a thong for John to try on?" Cheryl asked.
"Sure can," Sheri said. Sheri quickly came back with a thong, and I heard the curtain open.
"Sheri, do not bother closing the curtain; John is not shy," Cheryl said. I knew John was shy, but he was not going to complain. Soon there were several flashes from a cell phone. Carla was kissing me even more ardently as I stood there in a pink thong. Carla was groping my bare ass cheeks.
"You will make me such a good wife," Carla said to me. I was not sure if that was a joke, so I did not reply. Carla slapped my ass.
"He looks cute in the thong," Professor March said.
"He sure does look good in it," Cheryl said, and there were more flashes of light.
A few minutes later, John and I were allowed to get dressed. Both of us were wearing female thongs hidden under our clothes. Professor March confirmed that my interview was on Thursday. Professor March left to continue her shopping.
The girls had enjoyed their fun at our expense and were now ready to go. Sheri bagged up all the panties in two bags. One with John's in it and one with mine in it. Carla paid for it all. Sheri had made a large sale; I wondered if she received a commission. Blanche was back, and we all drove back to the apartment building. When we got there, Blanche gave a collar to Cheryl and a collar to Carla. Carla put a collar on me, and Cheryl put a collar on John.
"See everyone tomorrow," Carla said. Carla pulled me into her apartment and closed the door. I took off all my clothes, and Carla kissed me. I was pretty sure Cheryl had gone home with John.
"Blanche's husband is probably home," Carla said.
Carla kissed me some more, and my staff was nine inches again. Carla picked me up and carried me into the bedroom, and placed me on my back on the bed.
"Maybe we should get you a wedding gown," Carla said while she was carrying me. I hoped she was joking as she climbed on my erection and rode me hard. This time she made sure I came first. My cock shrunk fast; It had worn out.
"What about me? I suppose you will have to finish me with your tongue," Carla said.
Carla climbed on my face, and I licked her pussy. I was starting to appreciate the combined semen and pussy flavor. I licked her clitoris forcefully, and she wracked with an orgasm.
We fell asleep in each other's arms again. We were both so tired that we slept till noon on Sunday. When we got out of bed, we took a shower together. She washed me and took care to clean my privates and rectum. I knew she liked to violate men, so I was nervous. Carla shoved a finger up my bottom, and it felt better than I expected. She washed my ass out thoroughly. She stopped playing with me, and I washed her off.
We left the shower, and she bent me over the end of the bed; she reached into her nightstand drawer and took out a vibrator. It looked like an eight-inch penis. She lubed it up and penetrated my rectum with it slowly entering me more and more. It was all the way in against my prostate, and she turned it on. She rolled me over and started sucking my member as the vibrator lodged against my prostate. I was enjoying the vibrator and oral sex. She kept sucking until I shot semen in her mouth. She then did her usual kissing me. She forced the come into my mouth, and now an undeniable slut, I didn't resist. She pulled the vibrator out of my ass. She told me to wash it. I was thankful she did not make me lick it clean, but I would have. I would do anything for my new mistress. Carla then gave me another pussy licking lesson. I got her off, so I must have received a passing grade. Carla told me to make her breakfast.
"We need to go shopping; there is nothing here to cook with," I said. So I poured a bowl of cereal and put an orange by her bowl.
"I hate shopping for groceries," she said. "It will be much more fun shopping with you in your panties, though," Carla added.
The doorbell rang. I looked at Carla, and she did not move.
"Answer the door, Gene," Carla said. She was in her robe, but I was utterly naked. I went to the door and opened it, and It was Blanche and a man. The man was in a collar and on a leash. He was about the same height as me, around five feet six. He was light, maybe 150 pounds at most. He wore only panties.
"Hello, this is my husband Nigel," Blanche said. Nigel was looking a bit uncomfortable out in the hall in his wife's panties.
"Come in," Carla said. Blanch led Nigel into Carla's apartment.
"I did not know Nigel was into submitting to you," Carla said.
"I just found out about it last night. When I went into the apartment last night, I caught Nigel in my silkiest knickers, and I asked him how long he had been sneaking around in them. He said he had always done it. I told him about my day and how you now owned Gene," Blanche said.
"He was turned on by the story?" Carla asked.
"He was excited by that idea. I figured that he would want this, so when I bought the collars for Gene and John, I bought one for Nigel just in case. I rode him cowgirl and then made him lick me out," Blanche said. Nigel's build was small as mine. He had a good size tent in the panties.
"Just coming over to show off your new slave then?" Carla asked.
"Yes, but I also want two more favors," Blanche said.
"What are the two favors?" Carla asked.
"One would you help us with the contract, and two help me take a blackmail video?" Blanche asked.
"We can quickly modify the contract I have over Gene, but why do you want a blackmail photo?" Carla asked.
"I never want Nigel to back out of this; I know him he is fickle," Blanche said.
Carla and Blanche went to Carla's computer and drew up a contract for Nigel to sign; Nigel signed it willingly.
"Do you have any clothespins?" Blanche asked.
"Yes, they are in the hall bathroom," Carla said.
"Could you send Gene for them, please?" Blanche asked.
"Gene, go get the clothespins. They are in the cabinet in the corner," Carla ordered me. I went to the cabinet and found the clothespins. It took a few minutes to find them. Once I had, I quickly brought them back. They had discussed something I could not hear while I was gone.
"Will you spank Nigel for me, Carla?" Blanche asked.
"Certainly, I would love to," Carla said.
Carla sat on a cherry wood chair, and Nigel lay across her lap. Nigel had a tight firm ass like mine. Carla spanked Nigel through the panties.
"Now the blackmail piece, can I have Gene put his cock in Nigel's mouth," Blanche said.
"Sure thing, Gene put your cock in Nigel's mouth," Carla said.
I put my cock in Nigel's mouth. Nigel sucked hungrily; he was not put off by it at all. I just wanted to please Carla, but Nigel was a little too willing.
"When he makes you squirt, do it all over his face," Carla ordered. Blanche was videotaping the whole thing on her phone, as Blanche had one hand on her phone and the other hand down her panties. I was surprised what a good cocksucker Nigel was. I had never enjoyed having my dick sucked by a man before, but this felt good. This fellatio cannot be the first time he has done this. It was only a few minutes, and I blew my seed all over Nigel's face.
"You cannot back out now, Nigel; I own you unless you want your friends to know what a pouf you are," Blanche said. Carla let Nigel up, and Blanche kissed him, and then she licked the come off his face and fed it to Niles with her tongue. Carla kissed me.
"Next time we do this, we will have that prick John suck Nigel and Gene off," Carla said.
"Fantastic idea, that will make a great video," Blanche said. Blanche put a clothespin on each of Nigel's nipples. Niles moaned and gasped as Blanche fixed them to his sensitive nipples. She then sucked Nile's cock. It was about eight inches in length. She stopped right before he came.
"His porn history was full of female domination scenes like this. With mistresses edging their submissive men, they were keeping them on the brink of orgasm. Mistresses were tormenting them by not allowing release for days, according to the storylines. I wish I had found it sooner; our sex life had gotten pretty dull. He is a computer programmer, so he must have wanted me to find it," Blanche said.
"I wonder what is in Gene's porn history. Gene, go get your laptop," Carla said. Please, I hope Carla does not make me show her in front of Blanche, I thought. I went and retrieved my laptop.
"Unlock it," She ordered.
She opened my history and started to click on the links, and men were being dominated and wearing panties. One had a man with a butt plug pushed in him. Another showed a man pegging by his mistress. They all featured women in sexy leather. There was one with cock torture. I never really wanted to experience all that. It was a voyeuristic pleasure, I thought. Niles was hard watching the man get pegged.
"I knew you wanted to be my panty boy Gene," Carla said.
I just looked down at the floor. Carla lifted my face and kissed me.
"I really could not have asked for a perfect slave," She said as she kissed me again. "We will get you some toys later," Carla whispered in my ear. My dick was aching; it was now so hard.
"Blanche, Gene, and I need to go to the market for groceries," Carla said.
"Niles and I do too," Blanche said.
"Why don't we go together?" Carla said. Blanche took Niles home to dress him.
Carla made a phone call in the other room. I could not make out the conversation. Carla went and picked out the panties she wanted me to wear. They were lavender, and they complimented my skin color.
"When we get you a butt plug, we will get you one with a jewel this color," Carla said. She then found some jeans to put over them. Carla went to her closet and brought out a pink shirt, and It buttoned the wrong way. She put it on me. It was apparent that it was a woman's garment. Blanche returned with Nigel, and we walked to the market. The market was only a block and a half away. The women walked behind us to ogle our asses. To any onlooker, it would seem like we were enjoying just another lazy Sunday afternoon. The two women were whispering about something. Carla texted someone with her cell phone.
When we went into the store, Blanche and Carla made us push the shopping carts. When we were moving them, Blanch used Velcro straps to secure hands to the buggies. We moved the shopping buggies around, not able to pull our hands from the cart. The women put things in the metal baskets and directed us where to go in the store. Blanche and Carla pulled our pants down when we were in a back corner, revealing our panties. They then went to another aisle, leaving us like that. I was shocked and embarrassed after being stuck like that for a few minutes. A cute female manager came out of the storeroom.
"Get in the back here quickly," She said. We shuffled through the swinging door with pants bunched up around our ankles.
"I saw what they did to you, but you are likely to get arrested out there," She said. Then she pulled us by our carts around a corner to the loading bay. Thankfully the rollup door was closed. She positioned our baskets side by side. She pulled down our panties and spanked me, and then Nigel alternating blows until our bottoms were red. Carla and Blanche came around the corner.
"Hello, Michelle, did you get the presents we left you?" Blanche asked.
"Oh yes, I have a present for them in my desk drawer. Can I get it?" Michelle asked.
"Please do," Carla said. Michelle left to get it.
Another eighteen-year-old female employee walked around the corner when she saw what was going on, she giggled.
"Want to spank them too?" Carla asked.
"Yes, can I?" the employee asked. She was a cute Latina with her eye make-up exaggerated to a cat-like point. She was short and thick with a pretty round face, and her eye shadow was light green.
"Sure you can," Blanche said. The young employee spanked me five times, and Nigel five times. She kept doing this for several circuits.
"This is fun," she said.
The coworker came back with a paper bag. Inside the bag were two black butt plugs and some lube. She handed one to her coworker, and as the coworker held it, she lubed it up. The coworker shoved it up Nigel's ass. She just callously forced it in. Nigel let out a squeal as the unknown woman violated his ass. His cock never wavered in hardness, though. He took it like a professional. Michelle then handed the lube to the coworker, and the coworker lubed up the one Michelle was holding. Michelle slowly forced it up to my rectum. She was slowly enjoying my discomfort. I did not take it as well as Nigel, but I had no choice but to take it. It finally got to the narrow part, to my relief. Carla had videotaped this whole thing. Carla paid Michelle for the price of the toys, and they kissed each other on the cheek.
"Bye, sis," Michelle said. Was Michelle Carla's sister?
Eventually, Blanche pulled up Nigel's panties and pants, and Carla pulled up my panties and pants. Laughing cruelly, they released us from the Velcro ties before we returned to the sales floor to finish shopping. I felt delightfully ashamed while we paid for our groceries and left the store, and the cashier and the two women exchanged knowing smiles. We all carried two bags home. We were walking felt strange with a plug up my bottom. I looked at Nigel, and he was walking funny. When we got back to the apartments, Carla and I went home, and Blanche and Nigel went home.
Once inside the apartment, I took off all my clothes. Carla locked them in the trunk, and I started to put the groceries away. Carla came back and kissed me. Humiliating me had turned her on. As soon as the groceries were stored, she picked me up and carried me to the bedroom.
"If you come before me, you will have to lick me out for sure," Carla said.
She threw me on the bed on my back and started to climb on again. It was weird having the butt plugin as she slammed up and down on my member. I knew she wanted me to come first. She lowered herself on me and rode me like she was trying to break a bronco. I was too inexperienced to withstand Carla's blitzkrieg on my swollen nine inches, so I could not hold out. I came with the knowledge that I would be licking her clean.
"I knew you wanted to lick up your mess. You don't you?" Carla said.
"Anything for you," I said.
She climbed on my mouth, and I licked her clean. She was very horny as well, and she climaxed right away. She was pleased, and so was I.
