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Samantha looked at her computer screen and smirked. "Looks like we have a live one here," she quipped. Rachel leaned over her shoulder nuzzling her ear as she did. "Local as well.....perfect......." she crooned. "Quite the wimp, perfect for our new maid," she crooned as she kisses Sam's neck. Rachel's hand snaked around and caresses Sam's pert breasts through her T-shirt making the nipple strain against the material. Rachel noticed this, reaching further forward to tweak it and elicit a croon from Sam. "It gets me hot just thinking about what we're going to do to the wimp," she gasped revelling in Rachel's touch. Samantha and Rachel were hardened man haters having both had abusive fathers. However neither had allowed this to break them in fact it had made them strong in their own ways. They met in a gay bar and both having keen minds and similar upbringings had fallen for each other instantly. Rachel had found out at a young age she was a genius with computers and so once she had reached adolescence had hacked the right accounts to leave home and live quite comfortably. Samantha's father had been a mechanic and despite his heavy drinking had taught Sam everything he knew, she was also a natural which is why they were where they were at the moment because of one of Samantha's ingenious inventions. The idea was an ingenious lock within a lock and just a play project for Samantha until Rachel pointed out a devious use for it. They then pretty much invested all their savings into producing their first chastity cage. The device was similar to most other cages but with two differences. One, the ring that secured the cage in place which was latex covered titanium.....meaning the cage was only coming off with the key or a blow torch, the latter being somewhat painful. The second being the lock designed by Samantha. It had a lock as standard, however when this lock was turned it engages a second lock that could only be unlocked with a specially made key for this second lock. So if you did not have the second key you were in chastity for life! Rachel being the more devious of the two had already lined up their first victim a fat businessman with a reputation for molesting young girls among other things. Rachel had hacked into his accounts and found out that he was into BDSM so it was easy to entice him into buying the chastity device. Once he had it on they had him literally by the balls. He had ranted and raved when he had come to them to be released from the cage but once they threatened him with permanent chastity they soon had him eating out of their hand. He readily gave up all his passwords and therefore all his secrets. Samantha and Rachel soon learnt that he had made his fortune from the wealth of his wife. He was now burning through it at an incredible rate on bad gambling and high class dominatrix prostitutes. Once they had all the damning evidence on him they went to his wife. She immediately threw him out and although he had a prenuptial agreement to get half her estate she still saw it as a win, since he would have spent all their fortune on himself anyway. So he had become their slave. Since he had been pretty much pampered all his life he was not much practical use apart from his money so they turned him into their pain pig. Currently pig was being used as a foot stool for Mistress Samantha. He was completely encased in candy pink latex. The hood having floppy ears and a snout, the tail attached to a huge butt plug was of course curly. Before he was placed into the suit he was liberally sprayed with deep heat head to toe. The butt plug was lathered with deep heat before being rammed inside his piggy ass as was the sound that filled his tiny dicklette. He shuffled under her heels both at the burning sensation in his ass and cocklette and the irritation of his skin from the heat inside the suit. Mistress Samantha lifted her foot and violently jabbed him in the side with her heel causing him to grunt. "BE STILL PIG!" she growled. He would have begged forgiveness but for the large red ball gag filling his mouth, saliva coated it and dripped down his chin. He was still quite fat but since he was now only getting scraps from their table that was going to change. However they had created a new perverted online account for him when he had become their slave and he now had lots of followers. Especially since they posted pictures and videos of the torture and abuse sessions. There was also a constant stream of ideas about what they should do with their pig next! So much so they were now both beginning to realise that he may be useless but he did have his uses.....quite the cash cow.....well pig. Perhaps they could pimp him out to some of the seedy followers and get them to feed him.....keeping him fat and useless...and of course more desirable to the real perverts! They had informed him of his new fate and he had begged them not to do it......of course it fell on deaf ears. So with his wealth they could go on to making more chastity devices and enslaving more pathetic males hence their latest project......ME. I looked at the email in my junk box. It proclaimed an inescapable chastity cage.....really! I had tried a few but most I could either wiggle out of or at least still pleasure myself with it on. I read the specs for it, titanium ring. I looked up titanium, whoa I guess it would not be coming off in a hurry. The lock was a special type never crafted before with a unique key system. The specs had me hooked and although I did not have anyone to be my key holder I still checked out the price expecting it to be high. It was however quite cheap which made me suspect the inescapable claim. Still I was hooked so I entered my credit card details and bought it on the spot. The cage arrived a couple of days later and excited I took it upstairs. My wife penny was out at work so I had a little time to play. Excited I rushed upstairs to the bathroom where I proceeded to shave off what little hair I had on my balls and groin. Luckily I was not a particularly hairy man so Penny would not noticed the missing hair. Not that she would notice anything down there since we had not had sex in a year. That aside I hate seeing pictures of hairy men in chastity cages, it just did not seem right. So once I was clean shaven I slipped the device into place marvelling at how comfortable it was. I tried my best to escape but after much pulling and pushing realised it was going to live up to its claim. I also tried to pleasure myself but since the piece covering my cocklette was also steel.....perhaps titanium the best I could do was stroke my bulging balls. I wore the device all day and then decided to go for a couple of days. So with shaking hands I posted the keys to myself second class, even going so far as to drive into the local city to post it. Two days later the letter return and by then I was a gibbering wreck. Since I usually pleasure myself every day, more given the chance! I was certainly ready for release. With shaking hands I slotted the key into the lock......but it would not turn. I pulled it out turn it round but it would not fit this way. I tried for several minutes to no avail.....it was stuck. With pounding heart I looked through the letter I had received with the cage, remembering as I did the claim it was inescapable. Luckily I noticed there was a number to call and that the company was quite local. Assuming normal business hours I went to bed even more frustrated and a little frightened. The next day I called the company but got their answerphone. I left a message but got no reply. I tried all day and left a few messages each more desperate than the last. Samantha listened to my messages a wicked grin on her face. "I think our new play thing is getting a little anxious...." she smirked. "I think we can expect a visit in a few days." Desperate to get out of the chastity device I took the next day off to visit the company. I worried that perhaps they did not exist and it was just there to fool customers into thinking there was support when in actually fact it was a front for a foreign company. To my relief the company existed but when I pulled up in front I had another thought. How humiliating was it going to be to confess I was wearing a chastity cage. Would it be a man or a woman...young or old. All these thoughts went through my head but I knew I had to go inside. Shaking like a leaf I crossed to the door and stepped inside. As if she was waiting for me a blonde woman demanded. "What do you want?" I must admit I was taken aback by her abruptness, had I got the wrong place. "Is this CT limited?" I almost whimpered. A smile......a wicked smile crept across her face. "Yes," was her short reply. I must admit her demeanor and her attire were painfully turning me on. Black patent leather heals, black seemed stockings. Micro short leather skirt and a brilliant white blouse barely containing a pair of ample tits! All fitting a curvaceous figure....my ideal, dominant woman! "I...er....I have a problem with one of your products," I stammered under her dominant gaze. She simply cocked an eyebrow at me. I got the distinct feeling she wanted to make me squirm....humiliate me by saying it. I shivered and my cocklette throbbed painfully! "The UC chastity cage..." I mewled. She smirked at me. "Follow me." She turned on her heels. I was lead into another office were another woman was seated at a desk. "Stand there" demanded the first woman pointing to the centre of the room. "Rachel, this.......man? Has a problem with his chastity cage," she quipped to the other woman. Rachel stood and came around the desk. She was dressed similar to the first woman and had the same figure, my cocklette twitched....god I needed to be out of this device. These two would give we wet dreams for the next month! "Drop your trousers!" she simply demanded. I looked at them shocked. "Well if you want me to fix it." I fumbled with my belt and then burning red with embarrassment dropped my trousers to reveal my locked up cocklette. The looking of amusement that lit both their faces had me wriggling with humiliation turning even brighter red. Rachel stepped closer to examine the device. "Is there something in there?..." she quipped making the other woman laugh and me blush even redder. Having pulled and pushed it making it twitch much to my shame and making her chuckle she stepped back. "Well it seems we have found ourselves in somewhat of a pickle," quipped Samantha. I looked at her confused. "What seems to be the problem?" I almost whimpered. "Well you're little.....and I mean little.......thing...." she snickered. ."...is locked away in chastity, and we have the key." With that she flaunted the key that was on a chain around her neck. "The question is what are you going to do for us to get it back," quipped Rachel and evil grin on her lips. My heart flipped, were these two beautiful women intending to be my Mistresses.....my key holders. My cocklette twitched at the thought causing them both to chuckle. "Don't get any sick ideas that we want to be your Mistresses," growled Samantha. "Nothing could be further from the truth.....all we want is a slave." Again the term slave made my cock twitch but I got the sinking feeling they were simply going to use and abuse me...which is what I wanted really. My head was in a spin, I wanted to be dominated but they were clearly not going to do that. I had to act fast so I went for the key around Samantha's neck realising too late that my trousers were around my ankles and so falling in a pathetic heap at her feet. "Mmmm quite pathetic.....trust me if you want to fight for the key you're going to get your ass kicked. Shuffling to my knees I realised I was beaten. I know I should have taken her up on the challenge....but I'm a wimp. Besides a big part of me wanted to be under their control even if they did not intend to be my Mistresses. "Okay what do you want from me.....money?" I whimpered. "No my pet.....to escape your chastity you just need to complete three simple tasks.....the first being to clean our house top to bottom," quipped Samantha. "Yes.....okay......do you want me to dress as a maid?" I offered. A cruel smile lit both their faces. "You can wear whatever you want....just be at this address 09:00 Saturday morning." Samantha handed me a slip of paper with their address on. "Now off you go back to you little wife," quipped Rachel. Summarily dismissed I pulled up my trousers and headed for the door. I spent the rest of the week agonising over whether I should have stood my ground....been more of a man, who was I kidding, I wanted this. It did however seem somewhat hollow in that they were not going to dominate me. The chastity cage was not a problem with my sex life since we had not had sex for over a year, however my solo pleasure was completely different and I was in a constant state of arousal. Saturday morning found me cocklette twitching on their doorstep. Samantha opened the door and let me in. "Start where ever you like, we will be in the den." She made to go. "I.......erm...I need to change," I stammered. She looked at me almost in disgust. "Well do it here and leave your things by the door.....next time come dressed" she growled as she stomped off. Quickly I dressed, I had brought the black PVC maids dress, black seamed stockings, black shiny Mary Jane shoes thinking I may be on my feet all day. Dressed I used my small compact mirror to apply simple makeup and donned my black curly wig topped by my maids cap. Normally I would expect to be inspected but I did not think this was going to happen so I headed towards what I assumed was the kitchen. The hall had a set of steps leading upstairs. To my right was a door, I looked inside to find the living room which was extremely untidy. Next door was what I assumed was the den, I could hear music and the tapping of a keyboard. I followed the corridor and did indeed come to the kitchen. There were a few pots and pans waiting to be cleaned but on the whole it was not too untidy. The oven was however a mess so I knew that was going to need some elbow grease. Putting on my white PVC apron I got to work. I looked under the sink for cleaning fluids but there was only washing up liquid. I opened all the cupboards but could not find any. I even looked under the stairs, so with a sinking feeling I entered the den. They were both at computer desks tapping away and chatting to each other completely ignoring my presence. "Excuse me....erm do you have any cleaning things," I whimpered. They both looked at me as if I was an annoyance. "There's washing up liquid under the sink," quipped Samantha. "I.....err...I will need something stronger to clean the oven," I simpered. "Well didn't you bring it with you," demanded Rachel. "No I.....I....I." "There's a mini-market down the street....go and get what you need," grinned Samantha. "Ohhh.....okay I will have to change," I muttered. "No, you decided to wear that ridiculous outfit....you're not wasting more time by changing," stormed Samantha, blushing I stammered. "But....but...I can't go out like this.....everyone will see!" I whimpered. Samantha gave an exasperated sigh and then got up going to the cupboard under the stairs. She thrust a black PVC coat into my hand. "Any more refusals and you're going to fail the task.....which means your little fellow doesn't get out of jail," she smirked. Blushing at this humiliating threat I put on the coat. "You can keep it....neither of us wear it now," she quipped before returning to the den. The coat fit quite well and stopped just above my knees unfortunately just showing the white lace on the hem of my maids dress. Worse still was my made up face, wig and maids hat. A quivering wreck I gathered my credit card and headed out of the house. The street fortunately was reasonably quiet. I did pass an older man walking his dog who gave me a lecherous wink! Inside the shop the shopkeeper looked up and greeted my, his look of initial shock turning to one of contempt. I blushed knowing full well he had guessed I was a transvestite. There was another woman in the shop who also looked me up and down contemptuously. I grabbed a basket and gathered the things I needed. I could not find a mop, just a bucket and scrubbing brush so I guessed I would be doing the floors on my knees. I placed my goods on the counter weathering a lustful look from the shopkeeper. I wondered if he thought I was gay, was he thinking about me pleasuring him in some way....sucking his cock I shivered. "Did you get everything you need....miss," he grinned. "Yes thank you," I murmured. I paid and hurried out of the shop his contemptuous chuckle ringing in my ears. I was bright red as I hurried back to their place but I had to admit exhilarated. My cocklette was rock hard throbbing in its cage painfully....but I could feel the damp spot my excitement had produced. The walk back was uneventful and nothing was said when I once again had to be let in. So I cleaned the kitchen, got the oven sparkling and then cleaned the living room. I was just heading upstairs when there was a knock on the door. "Answer the door wimp," called Samantha. With a beating heart I answered the door wondering what they would think when they saw me. "Oh wow a tranny maid," was the exclamation from the mid thirties slightly chubby guy who stood on the doorstep. "I'm here to play with piggy," he continued. There was a chuckle from behind me and I turned to see Rachel at the door to the den. "Sam bring piggy out, his favourite customer is here," she called over her shoulder. Samantha appeared holding a lead which was attached to someone.... something that made my eyes and mouth pop open in surprise. It was someone completely covered head to toe in candy pink rubber. As Samantha lead it into the hall I could see it was a rather plump man. His arms and legs were folded back inside the rubber so that he was effectively walking.......crawling on elbows and knees. The hood was that of a pig complete with floppy ears and a snout. His mouth was filled with a ring gag so large I could see down his throat, saliva dripping from his forced open mouth. I knew it was a man because swaying between his legs was his locked up cock.....in a chastity cage just like mine. I shivered at what they had done to him, and realised that could have been me. Samantha gave me a knowing smile as she handed the lead to the man. "And the tribute?" she demanded. The man handed her a wad of bills and then taking the lead led the rubber pig out of the house. As he passed I noticed he had a curly pig tail sprouting from what must have been a large butt plug by the way his ass cheeks bulged. The man yanked the chain demanding the poor pig move faster, apparently he was eager to give his pig a good stuffing! I closed the door stunned and watched Samantha count the money she had been given before heading back to the den, with a grin and a wink Rachel followed her. Shaking but also excited I headed upstairs......would that be my eventual fate......to my shame I hoped so. It was one of my wildest fantasies! Upstairs I started in what was obviously their bedroom my head still a whirl about what I had seen. They had pimped him out to what was obviously a pervert....I shivered and my cocklette throbbed painfully. But all that pink rubber! My head swam with fantasies and my cocklette throbbed. To distract myself and stop torturing my poor cocklette I got to work. Once again the bedroom was untidy but not a complete mess. Much to my poor cocklettes distress I found a large strap on dildo in the bed. It had obviously been used recently the scent of pussy pricking my nostrils and sending me wild. Severely tempted to lick it clean I hurried to the bathroom to do so. I found a further box of toys under the bed and placed it inside marvelling as I did at the array of sex toys. The house had two more bedrooms which were obviously guest rooms. One was a mess the other just needed a dusting. I was just starting the bathroom when I heard Samantha and Rachel coming upstairs laughing and playing. Oblivious to me they went into the bedroom slamming the door behind them. I got to work on the toilet and pretty soon could hear them fucking.......from the sounds Rachel was making Samantha was doing the fucking. Although a while later it was Samantha's turn to scream. I finished the toilet my cocklette throbbing from the dark imaginings of being tied up in the room whilst they played....sweet torture. I was pretty much finished with the cleaning and was contemplating doing the den when Samantha appeared. "The bedroom needs cleaning," she commanded. They headed downstairs to the kitchen to prepare a post sex snack whilst I stepped into the bedroom. The scent of sex was vivid and my cocklette throbbed painfully. The strap on dildo had been used once again as were a set of anal beads and a some bondage cuffs. I put the cuffs away and carried the dildo and beads to the bathroom. The beads had a much darker scent making my mouth water. This scent called to my darker nature, to be used and abused. So before I could stop myself I sucked the last bead into my mouth reviling in the taste, crooning my pleasure as my cocklette throbbed....punished for my sins. Overcome with the urge I cleaned all the beads with my tongue and then spurred on by my lust lapped at the dildo. A tut behind me brought me to my sense. "Fuck! you men are so pathetic...." growled Rachel. "Get it cleaned properly.....and then get your ass down to the den!" she commanded. Blushing I cleaned both the dildo and the beads returning them to the toy box and scurried downstairs. "Kneel in the centre of the room......" commanded Samantha. "Rachel tells me you have a taste for......... darker things.....and torturing yourself since you are caged," she chuckled. "Well it is duly noted.....now we have a few questions." I blushed at the remark and wondered what duly noted meant for me. The quizzed me on all my kinks, all the websites I surfed, and most disconcertingly they took all my passwords. Once they were happy they had all they need I was dismissed. I was disappointed to be simply dismissed, I expected my work to be inspected....to be punished for any failing. But then of course they were not my Mistresses, I was simply their domestic drudge. This did give me a little spike of pleasure but not much. I was told I should expect a text with my next task, but I was expected to be at their house next week to once again do the cleaning. I guess I was going to have to tell Penny I have a few working weekends coming up. Task two: In town at midnight. The text for my next task came a month later. "Since you enjoyed your little walk in public we thought you might like to do it again. This time however we want you dressed blatantly as a slut. No hiding under a coat, and we want plenty of pictures as evidence!...Should you be propositioned you will offer your service, we'll let you decide how much you charge!....Oh and use the present we sent you." The present arrived the next day and turned out to be a remote butt plug. It was activated by an app I had to install on my phone......it was quite big! I blushed at the thought of what they wanted me to do, but I made my plans. I checked my makeup for the umpteenth time, really just delaying the fact I would have to get out of the car. The makeup was very slutty as per my instructions. Glossy red lipstick lined around the edges with a lip liner to make them look bigger than they were. I had of course applied plenty of "mother pucker," so they were slightly plumper than normal. The foundation was thick and I had applied blusher to my cheek bones to emphasis them. The eye shadow was deep purple and my eyes lined to make them look more sultry.....all in all very slutty....and still perfect from when I looked five minutes ago. I took the long black curly wig and settled it into place. Once again checking my makeup. Steeling myself I got out of the car and put on my long black PVC coat. It was the one thing they had allowed him to wear to cover his slutty out fit, however it had to remain open. I shivered at the touch of the cold night air. I wiggled my hips pulling the short purple PVC mini dress down because it had ridden up whilst I was driving. I knew I looked just like a prostitute since I had spent a while admiring myself before I left the house.Glossy black PVC thigh high boots, black fishnet stocking held up by the garters from my purple and black PVC corset that hugged my figure like a second skin. The zip down the front sufficiently low enough to display my almost life like fake tits. Oh I had spent plenty of time admiring, loving the feeling of the cool PVC against my skin and sending myself wild with frustration. So all I had to do was get this over with and they would give me the key to my frustration I mused. Looking around I started to walk towards the main street. It was just after one in the morning so I was pretty sure there would be no one around. Since the town I live in was pretty small there were no night clubs, most people went home when the pubs closed. My main worry was bumping into some kids. On the high street it looked dauntingly long, mostly the shops were dark but some still had there lights on to show their ware to the somnambulists. This meant there were pools of light and dark. I stepped carefully along the street not wanting to trip and turn an ankle which meant I was effectively mincing. A quarter of the way along I gained a little more confidence. My one worry was there were no sides streets to escape to except right at the other end, should someone come along I would simply have to pass them. As per my instructions I stopped outside a couple of the shops and took a selfie to prove I had done as I had been told by my tormentors. I really wanted to call them my mistresses but they had shown no inclination to be my Mistresses, still I lived in hope! I was midway along when a man appeared at the other end of the street and started walking towards me. I upped my pace noting one of the side streets was close. At that very moment the put plug in my ass sprang to life at full tilt eliciting a groan of pleasure from me. He looked up and our eyes met. I tried to look down and head for the side street but he spoke. "How much do you charge," he growled......I could hear the lust in his voice. My heart hammered in my chest as I obeyed my tormentors special order. They had instructed me that since I was going to be dressed like a prostitute should anyone proposition me I was to answer them. The butt plug thrummed away incessantly causing my locked up cock to leak into my PVC panties. I licked my lips my throat dry. "Ten quid for a blow job......twenty for a fuck.....anything kinky is extra," I simpered meekly. That's what I thought he opened is jacket to reveal a flak jacket with the word "Police," emblazoned upon it, just above it was a mini cam which must have been recording everything I did and said. My heart stopped beating and I knew my life was ended, destroyed! How was I going to explain to Penny that I had been arrested for soliciting, for that matter what were they going to say at the police station when they found out I was a man! Whilst this was whirling through my head he had produced a pair of handcuffs and was securing my hands behind my back. At the same time he intone my rights. ".......do you understand?" he finished. "Yes Officer," I murmured meekly. Taking me by the arm he led me down the side street where it was very dark, mid way down he stopped and then pushed me face first into the wall between two dumpsters. It was not hard but enough to frighten me and take the air out of my lungs. He held me in place with one hand whilst the other lifted my PVC dress and began to grope my ass. "Mmmm tight little ass.......can't wait to fuck it!" he grunted into my ear. "Wait...I'm..." I pleaded. "Shut the fuck up sissy.....I know what you are.....and a very pretty one," he growled lust filling his voice. So he knew I was a man......well a sissy, the thought had my cock instantly hard. This REAL man was going to use me because I was not a real man.....my heart thrilled. I felt his hand grope for the waistband of my knickers and with a sharp tug ripped them off. Fortunately they were G-string knickers and the string broke before it squeezed my sissy cherries. Then his fingers were probing at my sissy pussy. "What do we have here?....." he chuckled. "Keeping your sissy cunt hot and wet for me are you." I had forgotten about the butt plug thumbing away in my.......sissy cunt. The realisation that it was still there and still fucking me made me groan, eliciting a chuckle from him. Without ceremony he pulled it out and tossed it onto the floor. Then some fumbling and I heard the tell- tale sound of his zipper going down. Moments later he pressed his hot turgid cock into the crease of my arse. "Fucking big, isn't it sissy......twelve inches of manhood," he growled. "Yes Officer.....its very big!" I mewled. "Want it inside you?" he chuckled knowing full well that I did. "..............yes please Officer," I simpered. I felt the tension go out of the arm holding me down, he must have known I was not going to put up any resistance. I felt him pull back and then the bulbous tip of his cock was demanding entry into my sissy cunt. I relaxed allowing it to pop inside painfully, I yelped at the sting of pain. "I'm just getting started slut," he growled. I shuddered at the name.....and what I was allowing him to do. I had never had a real cock in my ass and to be honest I loved it from the start. It was so much better than a dildo. It was so hot and alive! I shuddered again gasping with pleasure as he sank the whole length into me. To my surprise he was quite gentle but I knew he was lusting to fuck me. Balls deep he held it there and I crooned with pleasure. "Like that sissy?" "Ohhhhyessss Officer." "I thought you would," he growled. Slowly he pulled out and then slowly he pushed back in again. I felt every ridge and bump and shuddered, precum streaming from my locked up clit. Sensing I was effectively his to use and abuse he gripped my hips and raised the tempo. Then the strangest thing happened, I felt the twinge of a climax building. His cock was fucking me at just the right angle to massage my prostate. So as his climax built so did mine! Pretty soon I was humping his cock almost as much as he was fucking me! I had not been in chastity for long but it seemed like sheer bliss that swelling feeling. I heard him grunt and knew he was close as he picked up the pace literally slamming me into the wall with his thrusts. I was oh so close but realised he was closer as he grunted even louder and then thrust deeper and longer flooding my sissy pussy with his sticky spunk. This thought had the desired effect and I spurted my pitiful sissy juices onto the wall mewling pitifully. He chuckled as I convulsed under his last few thrusts. "Like that did you sissy?" he quipped. "Yes Officer.....thank you." His shrinking cock slipped from my well fucked sissy cunt and a wave of shame washed over me. I had just let a man fuck me.......and I had enjoyed it.....enjoyed it enough to come. I tried to tell myself it was because of the chastity but deep down I knew better. Pulling me out of my self pity he turned me around and pushed me to my knees before him. "Well.....looks like my cock needs cleaning," he demanded. Post climax the shame of what I was about to do was even more extreme but to my surprise my cock started to stiffen painfully in its tight confines. With no hands I had to lean in and use my tongue to guide him into my mouth. He did not help by swaying his hips which had the effect of wiping our sex juices all over my face. Finally I got his semi hard cock into my mouth and was overcome with salty sticky taste of his spunk, mixed with my cunt juices. I reeled at the humiliating act......but deep down loved it as my throbbing cock attested. As I sucked he began to harden until I could only take half of his cock in my mouth. He was having none of this and taking hold of my head rammed his cock down my throat causing me to gag and splutter. Fortunately he pulled out before I chocked. "Yeah, I love it when I make a bitch gag on my cock," he growled thrusting his cock back down my throat. He then literally face fucked me brutally and I chocked my way through my first blow job. By the time he came shooting half down my throat and half on my face I was a slobbering wreck. To my shame my cock was hard and dripping. He made me suck the last few drops from his cock and then put it away. He then made me thank him for fucking me which I did with a blush and a hard cock! Hauling me to my feet and pushed me up against the wall again. I thought he was going to fuck me again but I felt him unfastening the handcuffs. "Consider this a warning sissy.....don't let me catch you exposing yourself again....." "No Officer.....I wont do it again." "Good, because next time its the cells....with all the other male prisoners......or perhaps you would like that," he snickered. He swaggered off commanding me to pick up my litter. I picked up my torn panties and the butt plug slipping inside with ease back inside my sissy cunt. Cringing as it squelched from the spunk he had deposited inside me. A few seconds later it sprang to life massaging my prostate blissfully and overwhelming my guilt with pleasure. I stumbled back to the car and drove home. Samantha and Rachel laughed uproariously at the footage. "Look at the wimps face! I bet he thought his life was over!" quipped Samantha gleefully. "And look how much he liked getting fucked.....perhaps we should call him Davina," laughed Rachel. They were watching the complete debasement of their latest victim with glee knowing full well they had made him do it. "Should we show him his sex tape," giggled Samantha. "No.......we can use it later for blackmail......or perhaps to show his poor wife what he really is," chuckled Rachel. Task Three: Trip to a gay bar. The third task was presented to me when I arrived Saturday morning. "Better send you wife a text to let her know you're working late tonight...." quipped Samantha as I was cleaning the kitchen. "Tonight is your last task.....get it right little man goes free," she snickered. I blushed at the humiliating remark but thrilled at the thought of freedom. It had been months since I had last cum and I truly knew the meaning of blue balls, they ached they were so full. I spent the day wondering what the last task would be but soon found myself making dinner for Samantha and Rachel before serving as their maid. I had never cooked for them but I am a good cook and the menu was simple. Dinner completed I was ordered to wash up and tidy the kitchen before joining them upstairs. When I got there they were dolled up obviously ready to go out. Samantha was a dream in red leather, Rachel black shiny PVC. Both showing lots of cleavage skirts short enough to barely cover their pussies. My mouth watered at the sight of the two of them. "Strip!" demanded Samantha. Quickly I was down to my cage, blushing as they snickered at my pathetic body and musing what my wife saw in me! ".....I means he's not much of a man.....and has nothing between his legs to make up for it," quipped Rachel. They both laughed uproariously as I blushed bright red, my cocklette twitching with pleasure. Samantha handed me a pair of candy pink hold up stockings and I put them on. Next came a candy pink PVC bustier. Samantha wrapped it around my middle and then laced it so tight I had to pant to breath! With a wicked grin she handed me a pair of.....you guessed it candy pink PVC hot pants. When I pulled them on I was shocked to see they were open crotch. So my caged cocklette dangled between my legs for all to see and my bottom was on display.....I was now dreading what they were going to make me do. It was obvious I was going out with them, but where and to do what! Dressed as I was I suspected they were going to pimp me out! The bustier and the hot pants did not meet so my belly was exposed, Samantha produced a fake belly button ring (magnetic) and clipped it into place. I wriggled at the pinch and she slapped my backside. "Stand still bitch," she growled. To turn the screw they position me in front of a full length mirror to see the slutty apparition they had created. I must admit it screamed whore but for my caged cocklette.....still they could be presenting me as a faggot whore. The belly button ring added to this, declaring I was an "Owned Bitch." I was pulled out of my daydream by Rachel dragging me to the makeup table before lathering on the makeup. I watched myself transformed from pathetic man to sissy slut, the final touch being a blonde curly shoulder length wig. "Well they say blondes have more fun," she quipped. Samantha handed me a pair of candy pink glossy go-go boots and I slipped into them noticing they were lockable, without being told I snapped the padlocks shut wondering where the keys were. The final touch a collar and lead, pink....the collar had the name "Sissy Slut," on it. Samantha locked it into place and then I was dragged outside to their car where she opened the boot and ordered me to get inside before she slammed it closed. I then spent the journey cramped up, jostled at every pothole in the road. Finally the car stopped the boot opened and I was let out. I was then dragged by the lead into what could only be a night club. Once I had become accustomed to the lights and music I realised it was obviously a gay night club because most of the couples were same sex. Samantha spotted a table and was soon seated with Rachel beside her. I was handed a pink PVC purse by Rachel with a wicked grin. "Go get us some drinks....Vodka and orange.....and Vodka and Coke," she demanded. On looking inside the purse I found my own credit card so guessed I was going to pay for the drinks. At the bar I was ogled by several men to my discomfort.....and a tiny bit of pleasure much to my shame! As the bar person was making my drinks a tall man dressed only in leather straps rubbed up against me. "Hey sweet cheeks you're new.....fancy riding my pole?" he growled in my ear. Whilst he was talking he was grinding his quite large cock into the crease of my ass. I felt vulnerable and weak at his touch. I blushed as he kissed my neck and licked my ear. "I....I..." was all I could stammer. Luckily my drinks were ready so I snatched them from the bar extricated myself from his grip and headed back to Samantha and Rachel, not before he swatted me on the ass almost making me spill the drinks. "I WILL see you later sweet cheeks," he growled. When I got back to the table flustered and bright red with embarrassment Samantha and Rachel were laughing uproariously at my expense. "I see you met max," chuckled Samantha. "Yeah, he'll fuck anything with two legs........and four," quipped Rachel. "Better watch yourself when you go to the toilet," snickered Samantha. After that I had no intention of going anywhere near the toilet. I was made to kneel beside the table and fetch drinks when needed. A short while into the night they were joined by two plump women, Patricia and Joe who also had me buying them drinks. They both eyed me up, a look of avarice on their faces and I blushed. It was however nice to be wanted even if it meant I was going to be used and abused. Samantha and Rachel barely seemed to know I existed. I wondered if I was going to get some pleasure from whatever situation they wanted me for.....I hoped so but was not sure how I was going to get it with the cage on! "So I see she has no dick to speak of, what are her pussy licking skills like," quipped Joe looking at me lustfully. "Don't know, not tried her," was Samantha's nonplus reply. "Mind if I do," she winked. "Knock yourself out.....our special guest wont be arriving for a while." My heart sank, who was the special guest and would it mean further humiliation for me? In the meantime Joe took the proffered lead from Samantha and used it to pull me under the table. Once there I knew exactly what she wanted and with a racing heart and throbbing cocklette I moved between her thighs. She was quite plump so by the time I got to her knicker covered pussy I was encased in hot sweaty flesh. She had been dancing so her feminine musk was all embracing. I sucked it in wallowing in the heavenly scent. Reaching out my tongue I lathed it against the moist crotch of her panties,immediately I tasted her, hot and musky and delicious. Soon my ministration had the crotch of her panties sopping wet and her wriggling in her seat. Obviously she wanted more as she pushed her panties down, I helped,taking hold of them and drawing them down her legs. Now when I returned to her naked pussy the scent was overpowering.....the scent of a horny woman. Maddened with my own lust my cocklette throbbing fit to burst I buried my face in her pussy lapping at the sticky juices I found there. She writhed on my tongue and when I found the hot hard nub of her clit went into overdrive. There was no slow build she was ready to climax so I lapped at her clit taking her there. Her climax when it came took me by surprise because she was what they call a spurter. Her pussy juices gushing from her pussy and down my throat, but not only down my throat.....down my chin soaking the front of my dress. Her thighs crushing my head as I rode the wave of her orgasm. As she came down I switched to licking her pussy lapping up the copious juices and revelling in the pleasure I was giving. I took her to a second orgasm and was once again showered in pussy juice. Dishevelled and no doubt stinking of pussy I crawled from beneath the table only to be pulled back under by Patricia, she had seen her friends pleasure and wanted some herself. I did get a little spike of pleasure when I saw that Samantha and Rachel also seemed to be impressed at my talent. Patricia was plump just like Joe so I once again sank into the warm cocoon of flesh. She already had her knickers off so I got to lapping her syrupy pussy juices straight away. Unlike joe she was a slow build, I nibbled at her clit bring her closer and closer to climax them switched to lasciviously lapping her pussy before going back to her clit. She signalled her need to cum by finally grabbing my head and mashing my face into her pussy. I sucked on her clit sending her over the edge to a screaming climax. Exhausted I crawled from beneath the table a sweaty stinking mess and bumped into the legs of a women standing there. "Oh perfect timing slave.....say hello to our special guest." I looked up, locking eyes with Penny....my wife. She looked down at me a look of disgust on her face that made me shiver with humiliation. "P....Penny....I can explain!" I stammered. "There is no need to.....I know everything," she quipped sitting down at the table. It did not escape my notice that she sat between Samantha and Rachel. Without a chance to explain I was sent to the bar to get them all drinks. I looked back at the table to see them chatting happily and wondered what they were talking about....me no doubt. Back at the table Patricia and Joe had gone so I served the drinks and took my position kneeling beside them. They chatted between themselves and I listened in and began to realise that they had seduced my wife. They were indeed reliving their last sex session in graphic detail. I was surprised at what Penny had got up to with them and my poor cocklette throbbed and dripped. Finally Penny turned her attention to me a wicked grin on her lips. "So the girls showed me exactly what you are. Though I have to admit I was not surprised, I've seen you 'hidden' porn stash......some quite homo erotic fantasies......and a taste for shemales!" she winked. "Though not fantasy any more are they wimp.....you sure knew how to make that policeman happy....." I blushed at being called a wimp by my wife and the fact she had seen me with the policeman, although I did wonder how?....a light bulb moment had me realising it had been a set up by the girls! "So from now on you will be doing all the domestic work around the house.....in your maids outfit if you want," she winked. "But no more playing with yourself every night...." with that she brandished the key to my cage. "I will of course be expecting lots of pussy worship.....and I will be going round to the girls place to.....play when ever I want," she commanded. "Yes Mistress," I replied meekly. "Mmmm yes I like being called Mistress," she giggled. My heart soared knowing my wife was going to be my Mistress, the very thing I had dreamed of. It was however tempered with the thought that she now controlled my orgasms. Would she ever release me, what would I have to do to gain release? "Now the girls have invited us back to their place......oh and Max too....." she nodded her head to the leather clad man a few tables away. He locked eyes with me and I blushed bright red knowing what was intended. "It makes me sooooo horny thinking about you giving him a blow job........and who knows when he fucks your ass, you may get your first sissygasm," she giggled. "WHO IS THIS WOMAN!" I wondered as she took my lead and led me from the bar beckoning for him to join us. ***********************************************************************. NOTE TO READERS. This story is a labour of love but it is a labour so if you enjoyed it please leave a comment. Critiques, no thank you this is not Pulitzer material. ***********************************************************************.