Looks Like A Long But Beautiful Weekend For Her.... Party Time

Pro tip for mean doms: Allow your sub to touch themself but set a time limit so you can watch them rubbing their parts desperately fast and rough, trying to get off in time.

And afterwards you can either enjoy the pathetically releaved look on their face with cum dripping down their filthy hands or hear them whine and beg for just one more minute.

Family Matters - Part 3

You stood in the corner of the room as you watched Father locked into his new leather gimp suit. Stepmother sat on the bed with him and rubbed her new lace up boots over his body. She felt guilty about neglecting him and decided the poor wretch would have some special attention. His muted moans were barely audible behind the heavy hood and muzzle, but you knew what was tormenting him. The invasive butt plug was stretching his ass and the pulsing was pushing him to a prostate orgasm, his shifting wouldn’t allow true stimulation, that would be too easy. To further taunt him, Stepmother was playing with his metal cock cage, occasionally holding her wand vibe to it. You were helpless as your own bondage hooked the collar to the ceiling. The latex straitjacket was hot and tight, your body was clad in stockings, red satin briefs and your feet were stuffed into stripper heels as your plug was buzzing away too. A pair of Aunt Katja’s panties were taped into your mouth and she was ripe with the juices of her perversions. Since the arrival of the Aunts, you and Father were usually locked together by your cages. The sadistic bitches permitted you to cum in your chastity, with the discomfort and humiliation that brought. Watching as the other was tormented into being a leaking and desperate slave.

“You see, Thomas. Father is having to win my trust and affection again. He hasn’t coped very well with your rise to being my favourite boy. Luckily, Silvana and Katja have plans for him…..perhaps he will enjoy them….or not.”

She gave a wistful look as Father grunted and strained as he finally became able to cum….his cock thrusting and leaking in the cage as his ass was fucked from the deep plug. His convulsions went on for what seemed like an age…but he finally slumped in his bonds. Resistance broken as he moaned and twitched in the aftershock of orgasm.

“Now, Stephen….that is my little gift to you. Let’s see how Thomas is doing.” She got up off the bed and walked toward me, her cold blue eyes twinkling as I squirmed under her touch. The front of the panties were stained with precum and she tutted. “Control is your problem, boy. But you will get there……we have an event to attend this afternoon. Katja has some friends who organised it and we are all invited along. As you will expect, there is a dress code……Father will be most suitable in his outfit….but you will need to change.”

Once you were changed, you headed outside while Aunt Katja’s friend arrived to pick you all up. Stepmother, Silvana and Katja were waiting. All three in full leather and boots. Silvana wore red, while Stepmother wore thigh boots, for the first time you recalled. They were breathtaking and in your new party outfit, your cock strained even harder. Father wasn’t there, but as you looked back to the house, a large trunk was sitting on the driveway. The additions of some extra touches to your outfit would be required, but that would be attended to on the journey. It was your coming out party……a proud sissy slave for your equally proud Stepmother. She strutted over to run her hands all over you….the tight latex felt amazing, even the flat panel chastity cup belonged. Your silver cuffs were loosely binding your wrists and you saw the jet black van appear around the corner. The men up front got out and greeted the ladies, all the time giving you a predatory look……they headed into the house with the trunk and your heart sank. You knew that Father was going to be loaded into it….transported with you to your destination.

The arrival at the club was discreet as you all departed the vehicle. Your wardrobe changes were complete as you were now led into the building by Katja’s associate. The unveiling of your latex drone attire was met with great enthusiasm and you tottered in those awkward ankle boots. The wide steel collar was attached to the leash and the huge fake tits pushed the waist corset tightly into you. The red lips were slutty as could be, but the ladies and the men in attendance were very interested in you. As for Father, he was indeed being taken to Bucharest the next day. His training would need to be much harsher and that would be handled by the Aunts. Stepmother and you would be just fine it would seem, your future was in her very safe, gloved hands…..

No Mercy

The females who had captured me walked me into the presence of the Queen, and I knew the moment she looked at me, there would be no mercy for me. Her beautiful face was a mask of stern coldness, directed at me, the man who'd tried to organize a coup against her.

"I see the ladies caught you," the Queen said to me. "So you're pathetic male-led society will not come to pass here, will it? You stand there held by two women, tied up with your hands behind your back, no longer the silver-tongued orator who tried to turn my people against me."

My heart sank. All of that was true - males in this country were second-class citizens and I'd tried to change that. Hundreds of men had rallied to the cause, but as far as I now knew, they were all captives as well after the Queen's all-female army had raided one of our camps and scattered us.

"You led those men astray," she told me. "So I'll give you a chance to save them. Each of your men is tied up outside, lined up nicely and awaiting execution. I am going outside to address them, and my ladies will bring you along. If you fall to your knees before me in front of them, kiss my feet and pledge to be my slave forever, and urge them to do the same to the closest woman to them, I will spare their lives, and yours."

She paused. "Don't think for one second this is mercy for you. Your life as my personal slave will be the most humiliating thing you can imagine, and it will never end. So, enslavement, or will you cost all those men their lives?"

I trembled, bowing my head. "I am your slave, my Queen."

She smiled. "Let's go make your surrender and enslavement official then, pet."

“I see you decided to take the day off…..that’s just bad luck, honey. Lie down, and put your hands behind your back.”