“Hiya cutie. This seat taken?”

I looked up in bemused surprise as a vivacious redhead plopped herself into the seat next to me, confidently raising her legs to settle them in my lap. I sat back, painfully aware of the leather boots she wore, wanting nothing more than to touch them. Instead I did my best to put on an air of exasperation as I met her eyes. Green eyes. Gorgeous eyes. The rapid burn developing in my cheeks made exasperation hard to maintain. Among other things.

I coughed rather than rasp my words out, and managed to not sound like I was being strangled, “Excuse me?”

“I assume you’re not here with anyone?” The girl continued, her booted feet wiggling a little, “It’s just…you’ve been peeking at my friend and I for the past half hour, and I figure I should come over and say hi.” She cocked her head slightly to one side, her grin widening as I blushed, “Did you like looking at my friend and I?”

I had. I really had. Don’t get me wrong, I was normally the last person to ogle women. Not just a respectability thing, I was also painfully shy about the opposite sex, such that it was difficult enough to force myself to go somewhere for socializing. I was mortally afraid of rejection, and had more or less decided that discretion was eternally better than valour when it came to attempting to ask a girl out. So usually, when my friends dragged me out to some bar or club, I found a nook for myself and read. When they made sure I wasn’t bringing a physical book, I discovered the joys of e-reading. Eventually I was left alone in excursions into public, written off as a lost cause I’m sure.

But quarantine had been a surprisingly heavy weight on me. I hadn’t realized just how much I had enjoyed or at least needed to experience such socializing as I had grumpily put up with. Months spent along in my small apartment, hardly daring to stick my head out apart from groceries, had worn away at me. Enough that when the first re-opening was announced I had leapt at the opportunity, forgoing even my usual habit of bringing a novel or some other distraction. I went to people-watch and drink quietly in my normal little corner. And not a half hour in to my badly needed public outing, they had walked in.

I had never seen them around before, and was dead positive I would have remembered them if I had. One, the girl with her booted feet currently resting across my lap, with her vibrant, almost manic energy. The smile she seemed to turn towards anyone she spoke with or looked at, the sparkling, playful green eyes that entranced. And her friend. A taller woman, with an Eastern European air to her. She moved with a calm, sensual grace when she entered the bar, every motion smooth. Her blonde hair flowed easily down to pile about her shoulders, framing a lovely face out of which dark blue eyes flicked about.

I had been entranced almost immediately. I had stared for a good long while until in separate instances both the redhead and her blonde friend had both briefly caught my eye. I had been embarrassed enough that they had seen me staring, but now such feelings raged through me at being so publicly confronted about it.

I managed to splutter out, “Yes! I mean, sorry. I shouldn’t have…I’ll…” I looked away from her, face burning like the sun, “I’ll go. I’m sorry, I…”

She saved me from further embarrassment. As I tried to stand she leaned forwards. A soft hand almost tenderly clamped over my mouth, and she giggled, “Slow your roll there tiger, did I say I was angry?” That cute head cock again. I mutely shook my head, body still trembling a little in a potent combination of shame, shyness, and a shot of lust for good measure.

“I asked if you enjoyed looking. Did you?” I nodded, staring at her as she giggled again, “Then why don’t you come over and introduce yourself properly hmm?” Her hand swept away from my face as she shoved herself back from the table, clambering to her feet, and then came back out to offer itself to me. Hardly daring to believe it I tentatively reached out and put my hand in hers.

Almost immediately she yanked me up and away from my table, leading me confidently back to where her statuesque friend was calmly sipping on her gin and tonic. My eyes lingered for a moment on the dark purple leather of her jacket and boots, stand out pieces of her elegant outfit, and then I was there. Already there, standing in front of her like some penitent. I flushed again at the thought, though the hand holding my own gave me some sliver of confidence that things would be ok.

“Sophia, meet…!” She paused for a moment, her brow briefly furrowing, “what was your name there cutie?”

“A…Adam…uh…” I stammered out, “Peased…damn, uh pleased to meet you.” The words tripped out of my mouth. Peased to meet you? God I was thick.

The blonde woman, Sophia, smiled up at me from where she sat, extending a hand and responding in almost accentless English, “It is good to meet you Adam. Why don’t you have a seat?”

I took her hand. God it felt heavenly. Sophia smiled at what had to be a rather silly expression on my face, and pulled me down to the bench she was sitting on, ensuring I sat right next to her.

“And I’m Lauren!” The girl who had brought me over proudly declared with a grin as she settled into a chair that was drawn up close to my side of the bench. Lauren gave me another confident smile and I found myself actually beginning to relax. With the terrifying prospect of taking the initiative to introduce myself gone, I actually found a degree of comfort (at least temporarily) in talking to two beautiful women. And so our conversation leapt ahead, Lauren and I especially animated, with Sophia maintaining a slightly more dignified, though still involved, reserve.

Quarantine, it seemed, had been equally tough for both of them. Though their living space was evidently a good deal larger than my own, they had also given up a much more active social life. We exchanged stories of isolation, the hobbies begun and given up, and begun again. Lauren regaled me with a baking story that ended with the implosion of a rather large cake in such a way that I found myself wheezing with laughter as she acted out various bits. Sophia for her part had taken to the violin, serenading the neighbourhood each day at the end of work and according to Lauren was much looked forward to by their neighbours.

Both of them seemed interested in my own little hobbies, and I felt oddly confident in my sharing of them. Normally I was rather reticent in sharing my love for building and painting models, having had my share and more of bullying and mockery throughout school for being a geek. But all that seemed to fade away into the background as the two girls took turns asking me about aspects of my little hobby. Lauren it seems had spent a few weeks of quarantine painting on canvas, and so had questions all about that. It was enjoyable. Relaxing even, to speak with them both and I found myself having an honest to goodness good time.

We talked for hours, a steady stream of drinks accompanied by bar food keeping us energized and eager. Perhaps an hour or so in Lauren once again plopped her booted feet into my lap, grinning at me and Sophia. Not to be outdone, and feeling a brash sense of confidence, I dared to lower a hand to one of the boots, massaging along her lower calf. A surprised, but pleased, “Mmmmmmm…” was my reward, and Lauren lidded her eyes for a few moments in enjoyment. I found myself continuing to massage her booted legs as our conversation continued. It seemed perfectly natural and neither of my new friends discouraged me a jot. Sophia actually gave me a few pointers about how to pay proper attention to the massage technique to get it through the leather of the boot. I gamely applied her instructions, and she absently trailed her fingers along my arm.

“Adam,” Sophia purred.

“Yesgghmm?” As I looked up her mouth met mine in a soft, teasing press. She held me there, one hand gently cupping my jaw. I returned her kiss as best I could, shock warring with desire for dominance inside me. She had kissed me. Sophia had kissed me!

“Mmmm,” Sophia hummed a little as she broke away, “Such a shy kisser, Lauren.”

I felt Lauren’s hand take my chin and turn me towards her, “Oh goodie! Come here cutie, let me try you out.”

I flushed a little at that, and then sucked a breath in as Sophia snared my hands behind me with her own. Lauren grinned at my sudden reversal of fortune, and leaned in to delicately plant a trio of kisses to either cheek, before finally giving me a slightly more forceful version of Sophia’s kiss. I couldn’t help but moan. Just a little, nothing loud enough to go beyond our little table. But they both heard it. And both of them gave delighted giggles at the sound.

“Oh yes. Definitely a good choice,” Sophia remarked as she nuzzled the back of my neck. Lauren nodded happily and went in for another kiss. I tried to meet her halfway. Tried to establish some level of kissing autonomy, that I could be an equal partner in that department. But she just bobbed around, dodging my efforts until I would pause in consternation, and then swooped in to kiss me. It was maddening, and hot, and I wanted more.

Sophia and Lauren traded kissing me back and forth, passing my face to each other like a party favour. I had never felt more alive. Actually feeling desired and welcomed into such intimacy by the two girls, I felt like I was walking on clouds. As Lauren bent in to give me a deep kiss, my mind was racing with all sorts of thoughts of what could happen. What might happen.

And Sophia promptly gave me a massive, massive clue. As Lauren kissed me, both of her hands gripping my head in a gentle hold, I felt my wrists suddenly encircled by cool metal. Lauren broke away from her kiss as the handcuffs clicked securely on to me, a big grin suffusing her face. I opened my mouth, not quite certain what I was going to say, and Sophia yanked my head back firmly and gave me a deep fierce kiss. One hand gripped my hair, the other my bound wrists, and Sophia drove me back into the plush covering of the booth as she kissed me. And kissed me. And kissed me.

Then it was Lauren’s turn again, and as she gripped my head and kissed me, Sophia purred into both our ears, “Why don’t we retire back to our place for the evening, hmm?”

Hardly daring to believe my luck, but not wanting to jinx anything I nodded eagerly. My mouth otherwise occupied with Lauren’s own. Sophia disappeared for a couple minutes, while Lauren continued to make out with me. It was heavenly. Especially when she whispered about what she wanted to do to me.

“You are going to be our little sex pet, Adam. Our very own pleasure slave that we are going to keep to satisfy all our sexual desires.” She grinned and kissed me again, “I dare say you’ll have more sexual pleasure with the two of us than anyone else. Ever.”

My ears went bright crimson and she gave a throaty chuckle before continuing to kiss me, “I think someone needs a blindfold then.”

No sooner had the words left her mouth than a band of silk dropped over my eyes, and was wound around my head before being tied off, “I think that’s a wonderful idea Lauren.” Sophia had returned. She griped one of my arms and helped me to my feet, “I think Adam needs to be a little more in the moment, hmm?”

I managed a squeak of affirmation and, flanked by two women who only hours ago I had considered far, far out of my league, I was escorted briskly out of the pub and onto the street. I was breathing raggedly as Sophia and Lauren both kept a hand on my shoulder and the small of my back respectively. As we exited into the cool evening air Sophia drew me into another powerful kiss. I heard some passer-by give a whistle and felt a flush deepen across my face.

“Don’t worry about that Adam,” Lauren said softly, running her hand up my cuffed arms, “Nothing need concern you now but tonight. And us. We are your world now.”

I moaned into Sophia’s mouth, and she gave a hungry, playful little growl as her kiss grew more forceful. Lauren giggled as she pressed her friend gently aside to have her turn, and I met her lips eagerly. My hands strained against the unyielding steel of the cuffs, and my eyes were wide behind my blindfold. This was every one of my dreams being fulfilled. This was a normal evening made wonderous. My brain, terrified at spoiling it by saying something, elected to surrender rational thought and focus on the sensuality of the women who were intent on taking me home.

This just never happened to me. And I didn’t want to miss it.

A car pulled up in front of us. I heard Sophia speaking briefly with the driver, but whatever she said didn’t register with me as Lauren’s hand gripped my crotch and gave a gentle squeeze. I moaned into her kiss, and she giggled into my mouth, massaging my hardening cock with one hand while the other kept a hold of my cuffed wrists. God, I was in heaven.

The car ride back to their place was intense. I sat in the back, sandwiched between these two amazing women, and had my senses positively overloaded with sensation. Sophia and Lauren both did their best to tease me to the brink of sanity and, in Lauren’s case, did so while carrying on a bright conversation with our driver. Who seemed pretty laid back about having a bound man in the back of her vehicle, accompanied by two women whose intentions were pretty darn clear it seemed. My mouth was never free enough to take part in the conversation, but I did let out a loud moan when the woman driving us remarked that if the girls ever got tired of kissing me, she had a spare roll of duct tape in her glovebox.

Lauren laughed and told her she was getting a tip and five stars for that comment alone.

Sophia chuckled huskily and told me I was going to get that gag unless I kept kissing her all the way back to their place. I lunged forward as best I could to meet her lips, and soon enough the backseat was awash in our mutual moans. Lauren darted in for a few lip locking moments of her own, but seemed content enough to chat with our driver while groping me.

We arrived some time later. I hadn’t the faintest idea how much time had passed. My world had closed down to the feeling of hands and lips on me, the sound of heated, passionate whispers, and the happy laughter that filled the car. Time was immaterial to all that. I wasn’t missing this, not one moment of this, to worry about how long I had been in the car. Sophia pulled me from the car, drawing me into another deep kiss as Lauren paid our driver. The driver said something that sent Lauren into a fit of giggles again, and then we three were suddenly moving. Down a walk, up some stairs. The jingle of keys, and then the sound of a door swinging wide before me.

“Welcome home Adam,” Lauren breathed into my ear. I gave a faint moan of desire as Sophia pulled me forward, both of them gently reminding me to watch my step as I came over the threshold. Entering their home. I shuddered as I planted my feet, the door clicking shut behind me.

I couldn’t believe it. I had actually done it. I had gotten taken home by a girl. Two girls. The enormity of that fact was still alien to my mind. Despite standing there, despite their presence, I could still hardly believe that I had actually gotten here.

Sophia was standing behind me now, one arm across my chest, the other agitating my nipples through my shirt. Lauren had danced around to be in front of me, continuing to kiss me while massaging my rapidly growing cock. Sophia rested her chin on my shoulder, her breath in my ear, “Last chance to back out stud. If you want the pair of us to take you to heights of pleasure you’ve never seen before, then get on your knees. On your knees and say that you submit to both of us. That you will be our pleasure toy. Our slave.”

I shuddered and moaned as I heard the words, as Lauren and Sophia both retreated from me at the same time. Leaving me swaying like a punch drunk fighter, or a sapling in a gale. There was hardly any consideration of an alternative. How could there be? I was here. I wasn’t going to chicken out. My cock throbbed. I sank slowly to my knees, eyes staring blindly out in front of me, hands writhing in my cuffs. God I was turned on.

I stammered out the phrase. Babbled it really. My mouth going a mile a minute. The minute the word slave exited my mouth though, Lauren rammed a ballgag into it, cutting off any further talking, “Mmmffgghhh!?”

“You’re ours now Adam. Slaves don’t get to talk unless they’ve behaved themselves.” Lauren’s teasing tone came from somewhere in front of me, “And I think you’ve been a rather naughty boy, hmmm?”

“Mmmfh?”

“Spying on two pretty women like that,” Sophia’s gentle, hungry voice came from behind me, “Tsk, tsk. I think we need to get you properly restrained. And then we’ll really give you a show, naughty boy.”

Lauren grabbed me by my shirt, leading me over to a new room where I was thrust into a chair. Then I felt her retreat and Sophia settled in front of me, the rasp and patter of rope being drawn forth making me moan into my gag. She chuckled and a few strands of rope were deliberately trailed over my straining form, getting a more plaintive moan.

“Oh yes. Cuffs are all well and fine for the capture, but a first seduction? It must be rope, my pet.”

I squirmed where I sat, my eyes trying to follow her blindly from behind the blindfold. Sophia was an incredible rigger. Not just the rope skills in themselves, where each knot and every line snugly secured me with a minimum of pinching and hardly a hint of discomfort. But she also made a bit of a game of it. Trailing touches, the silken swish of rope over my body, teasing kisses to restrained limbs, to my lolling head. It was one of the most sensual experiences I’d ever had, and by the end of it I was lashed securely to the chair. My legs were bound apart at the ankle and knee, with a further few lines securing my lap to the wooden seat. She had removed my cuffs and bound my arms at the wrists, crossing them in an x, before reefing two separate bands of rope across my torso and upper body. I was stuck.

It was glorious.

I moaned as she leaned on my shoulders from behind, nibbling at my ear while a hand played about around my neck, “You’re going to be a good boy for your owners, aren’t you slave?”

“Mmmmmmmm!” I nodded as best I could, a soft chuckle from her next to my ear ending goosebumps radiating down my arms. She brushed a kiss over my ear.

“Good boy.”

Moments later I heard the click of heels returning to the room, and Sophia let out an approving noise from behind me. The heels halted in front of me, and I felt the blindfold loosened, and then whipped away. I blinked in the dim, warm light of a living room type space, before moaning in a combination of surprise and lust.

Lauren stood in front of me, her red hair drawn back into a ponytail that swished as she cocked her head at me. Her green eyes sparkled in delight as she saw the look I was giving her, and she cocked an eyebrow as she struck a pose, hands on hips. Because she was dressed in a gorgeous, slick looking black latex catsuit. Knee high boots clicked on the floor, and after a few moments in front of me in her pose, she slowly approached.

“Well, my daring little captive. I think it’s about time you start seeing what we have in store for you, hmm?” Lauren crouched down in front of me and began to run her hands over my bound legs. My helpless body. I moaned and began to squirm in earnest as she felt me up, that playful grin only widening on her face, “Soph, why don’t you go get changed. I’ll entertain our little pet until you get back.”

Sophia planted another kiss on the top of my head, “Alright then. Have fuuuuun…” The two of them giggled. I grunted and made the smallest of hip thrusts as Lauren’s hand found my still clothed groin and gave a delicate squeeze. I felt Sophia leave from behind me as Lauren slowly drew herself up, and then began to move. Swaying rom side to side in a slow, sensual dance. I watched her with rapt attention, my little movements and shifting against my bonds only serving to encourage her as she danced. Lauren began to move around me in that gloriously sensual swaying of hers, always ensuring that she kept in contact with me. Her body, a hand, a whispered kiss, or her booted foot. Anything could do, and did, as she did a circuit. And then another. And another.

By the time she paused, as the click of further heels announced Sophia’s return, I was even more turned on than before, and panting with desire. It occupied the same level as the rope binding. A different sort of sensuality, of aching desire, but one that I was equally enthralled with. Lauren settled into my lap, artfully ensuring that she ground against my throbbing erection in just the right way, and grinned at me, “Having fun pet?”

I nodded frantically, trying to thrust my hips again. I was burning with need. And she knew it too from the way she giggled and giggled her butt on my lap, “Well, I think we are about ready to get started then.” She leaned in and gave my ballgagged mouth a deep, deep kiss, “You’re gonna love it. All of it. Our silly little slave boy.”

I moaned as she jumped back up, one hand lightly touching me as she swaggered out of my vision. A moment of silence passed before Sophia stalked in. My eyes went wide, “Mmmmrrffgghh!?”

Sophia was dressed in a fantasy version of what a police uniform should look like. Her blonde hair was drawn back behind her, and nestled under a peaked cap. Her top was some sort of leather and latex combo, blues and blacks predominating to make a passable attempt at a police uniform top. Her legs were covered in wetlook leather, and she wore a pair of high heeled boots that came up to mid calf. A baton and handcuffs hung from her belt, and she turned a hungry smile my way as I moaned once more.

“Well well, what do we have here? A naughty boy who’s keeping secrets? We’ll have to fix that, won’t we?” She leaned down while standing in front of me, giving me a generous view of her cleavage before my eyesight was totally taken up with her face, “A little stalker boy like you needs to be taught some manners I think.”

“Mmmffggh?”

Sophia grinned down at me, and then in an over the top accent purred, “Ve ‘ave vays of making you talk…”

She traced her fingers over my heaving chest, the faintest of touches across my chin, “We want you to stay here for some time, stalker boy.” She grinned at my expression, “Not objectionable, mmm? There is no roommate we need to worry about interrupting our playtime is there?”

I shook my head, trying to thrust my hips against my bonds and against her as she settled into my lap. Her arms wrapped around me and she planted a hungry kiss against my gag, “Such a good boy. You are sorry for stalking us aren’t you?” I nodded like a little puppet, my eyes lost in hers. Gorgeous eyes.

“Good boy.” Sophia leaned in closer, tracing her lips across my jawline, “Now lets discuss how you’re going to make it up to us, yes?”

What followed was perhaps the sexiest interrogation I had ever encountered. I was constantly being stroked, touched, kissed, and cooed at. Half growled or whispered questions would swirl around me and, at eth appropriate moment my gag was removed so that I could answer, and immediately replaced when they were satisfied. Sophia’s hands tended to hover around my thighs and groin, stimulating and teasing, while Lauren delighted in pulling my head around gently by the hair, and teasing my nipples. Both girls were sent into pleased giggles at the moans and groans they drew forth from my mouth, my battered mind not much able to offer anything besides that. Not when I had to concentrate just to recall the information they asked after.

In keeping with Sophia’s police officer costume, the interrogation took the form of a kinkified version of what you might encounter there. A firm grip from Sophia gave them my address. Lauren got my contact information by email and social media while nibbling at my ear and flicking my nipples. My clothes were sliced off piece by piece, leaving me naked and utterly vulnerable. Sophia in particular took great interest in making me beg to have the next bit snipped away, rewarding me with her touches, her whispered compliments. I confessed over and over my apologies for my rudeness in not approaching them. Begging their forgiveness for my crime and agreeing, after a prolonged bout of tickle torture that forced Lauren to clamp her hands over my mouth while Sophia attacked my sides, to endure their punishments.

“You surrender to our punishment then?” Sophia asked, grinning at me as I gasped and nodded spastically, desperate to avoid her skilled fingers that still touched my sides.

“MMmmm!!” I squealed as she gave one last perfunctory dig, before I felt them shift over to begin picking apart the knots that held my bonds in place. In about ten minutes I had been largely freed from the chair where I had been utterly debased and made helpless by the two women. My hands remained bound and I still sported my ballgag, but I was otherwise free as Lauren and Sophia frogmarched me from the room into a well appointed bedroom dominated by the large, robust looking bed in the centre of it. I had hardly a moment to look around as I was forced down onto the bed, and Lauren brought out a cardboard box from underneath the bed. With a giggle she dumped it onto my as I squirmed, and I felt the heavy sensation of leather and rubber hitting my back and legs. I moaned, and felt hands kneading my rear as Sophia chuckled,

“Let’s get you set up for the main event, slave.”

They set to with a will. My hands were untied and then individually stretched to opposing corners of the top of the bed, and secured with heavy duty wrist cuffs. My ankles were similarly locked and secured to the bottom, leaving me stretched and wriggling. Lauren and Sophia settled to either side of me, looking down with satisfied smirks.

“What a sexy sight, hmm?” Sophia trailed a hand down my naked torso.

Lauren grinned and flicked at my erection, giggling as I moaned and thrust my hips forward, “Oh most definitely. How should we settle this?”

“Rock, paper, scissors?”

“I suppose that works. Better than a coin flip.”

I raised my head to watch, bemused, as the two of them played over my naked body.

“Ha!” Lauren crowed triumphantly. Her hand gripped me, and soon I was standing firmly at attention, ready to go. Sophia shifted back so that she could make out with my gagged mouth once more, and I soon felt warmth over my hips as Lauren settled over me. I was pressed up and in, and soon was moaning as she began to ride me, her hips undulating in a most pleasing way. The hours of teasing had taken their toll, and not just for me. It was wasn’t long before Lauren stiffened on top of me, her hands suddenly clutching tightly at my body. Moments later I joined her gasping with my own as I felt myself explode inside her, bucking my hips wildly against her and my restraints.

But I wasn’t done yet. Or rather, they weren’t done with me yet.

Even as I lay there, trying to catch my breath and centre my mind amidst the sheer pleasure of what had just happened, the two of them were ramping me back up for round two. My nipples were agitated. My flagging erection was coaxed gently back to life. My gagged lips and face were festooned with kisses. Then, as I slowly rose back to the occasion, Sophia swung herself atop me, and began her own ride.

It took longer the second time, but eventually the both of us were screaming in pleasure as another glorious orgasm was ripped from me. Even as I shuddered and bucked in my bonds, wailing with need into my gag, Lauren bent down and wrapped a thick band of leather around my throat. Collaring me. Making me theirs. My gag was replaced, gently eased out of my mouth and then switched for a more comfortable plug gag. Sophia and Lauren both took their turns giving me long lingering kisses before it went back in, cooing at me for being such a good slave. Bidding me a good night. Promising me further pleasure, further play time, later in the evening, and tomorrow as well. Then a thick leather blindfold was secured, cutting off all light and sight. I moaned as I felt thick headphones emplaced over each ear, deafening me to the wider room. My powers of speech, sight, and hearing. All gone. All taken from me by my two wonderful friends. My sexy captors.

I moaned again into my gag, and squirmed around in my bonds. How could this night get any better?

Sophia was sitting on the bed, watching Lauren make little circles with her fingers on the boy’s naked flesh. She for her part was fiddling with the control panel for the noise cancelling headphones, setting up a little slave training mantra. For their boy’s enjoyment, and education. A grin threatened to explode onto her face as she finally got it loaded up and hit play.

Lauren looked up at her, spotted the grin, and smirked, “I wonder how long it’ll take him to realize this is all for real?”

Sophia shrugged and began to run her hands up and down Adam’s torso, delighting in the little twitches and shivers such touching brought out, “We can probably keep up pretenses through the weekend. After that…well, he’s a smart boy. He’ll figure out that he’s staying here. As long as we keep up our games with him, and he gets sexed often enough, I doubt he’ll be able to muster the energy to complain for a while.”

They had thought long and hard about this after all. Both of them had. Quarantine had been maddening for each of them. Long used o taking boys home to play with fairly regularly, and the odd girl as well, neither had been ready for the lockdown. Their playmates were always released after all…eventually. Which meant when the lockdown went into effect, neither had a playmate on hand. It had not been ideal, and as the months wore on, Sophia and Lauren had set to planning. Such a long drought could not be allowed to happen again.

So as soon as the bars reopened the both of them decided to go cruising for a fellow to bring home and enslave. It had simply been a happy coincidence that both of them had agreed on Adam about thirty minutes after bringing him over to the table. Cute, shy, and an enjoyable person to be around and talk with. That was important. After all, they weren’t aiming to domesticate some brute beast for pleasure only. Eventually, at some point down the line, Lauren and Sophia wanted someone who would be enjoyable to have around, and wouldn’t ruin that enjoyment every time he was allowed to speak by saying something stupid.

Not that Adam would have many opportunities to speak in the near future.

Months Later

“Mmmmmmmmmm.” Lauren gave a long satisfied moan as she slowly slid onto the rubber dildo jutting up from her slave’s waist. Adam lay beneath her on the bed, bound spread-eagled in his rubber catsuit, a heavy hood and involved gag ensuring that only the tiniest fraction of sound made its way to his ears. Which wouldn’t matter anyway since those were taken up with the headphones mounted into the hood, ensuring his slave training tapes were continuing to instruct him even as she used him. His own cock, alas, was caged and locked away. Lauren had lost the unfair, blatantly rigged, coin toss that morning. Sophia had managed to win the last two, and Lauren had had to content herself with either riding a rubber dildo herself, or using it on Adam’s pert little bottom.

She grinned. He did make the most adorable noises when she opted for the latter. Perhaps…

“Restrictions are going back in place.”

Lauren turned to the bedroom door without halting her hips as Sophia paced into the room. The tall beauty had grown her hair out even more, and it now hung in a thick braid to her mid-back.

“Since when?”

“Noon today. I just finished putting away our latest grocery run, so we’re set for a few weeks at least.”

Lauren nodded, then moaned and stiffened a little, clamping around Adam’s bound form. She sighed happily after a moment, a wide grin on her face as she returned to rocking back and forth, “You know, this is probably the best thing to come out of this whole rotten year.” She flicked at Adam’s collar, his tag jingling merrily.

Sophia settled next to her friend on the bed, one hand idly tracing up Adam’s rubberized leg. The boy moaned into his gag, aware now that both of his mistresses were present. There was a renewed struggle against his bonds, but the fire that had driven his first panicked attempts, at the end of that first weekend when they had told him they were keeping him was absent. That fire was long gone. They had been careful, wanting a properly submissive toy, not a broken thing. They had undertaken his training with skill and rather tender care. The first month had been difficult, and more than once Sophia and Lauren had spent long whiles simply holding Adam in his rubber and his bonds while the boy shuddered, wailed, and whimpered, muffled cries for release. There had been rarer occasions of frothing rage, when they had simply had to bind him tightly and let him exhaust himself in his struggles and screams. And times when they’d had to punish, though to their relief he’d proven a quick learner on that front. But mostly it had been his vulnerable moments that they had cultivated. Nurtured with soothing words and caresses even as they kept him in strict bondage, the only sounds he ever heard were their voices for long weeks at a time.

And it had paid off in spades.

Their boy was really theirs now. Had been for almost a month. Almost a month since they had completed the process of shutting down his old life. Moving all his things and knick knacks into a small storage room in their home. They had bound him to a chair, and left him without his otherwise always present hood, while they set about drawing down and restricting his online life. He had watched and moaned, being teased at the same time, as the entirety of his online life was whittled down to a single remaining email address. His job was gone, his bank account a subordinate entity to Sophia’s, everyone informed that he had become self-employed. Some vague contracting work was posted up briefly, with all links drawing eventually back to the email address which Lauren would control. Every new reduction had been accompanied by an orgasm for him, and cooing congratulations on what a good boy he was for his mistresses. They had wheeled him into the side room, shown him all that they had saved from selling off his apartment, all carefully stacked and ordered in shelves and boxes along a wall. He would be able to earn access to his old things. Eventually.

If he was a good pet for Lauren and Sophia.

But so far as the outside world was concerned, he had faded away. And so far as Sophia and Lauren were concerned, he was a permanent addition to their lives. Their own quarantine sex pet. Neither of them had even an ounce of doubt about that. His life outside of their home, outside of their collar, was over. As far as Adam was concerned…well, he didn’t get a say anymore.

“Mmm,” Sophia agreed, shifting up on the bed to run her fingers softly along Adam’s hooded head, “Definitely a good investment.” She raised her other hand to run along Lauren’s naked body, openly admiring her, “You about done sweetheart? Because I’ve been looking forward to this all day…”

I couldn’t hear any of this of course. All I knew was that the pressure on my hips lessened, and then left. And then, I felt my chastised cock being handled. Then, the constant pressure of the cage lessened, and was removed. I let out a deep moan of longing as I almost immediately sported a semi-erection, soon helped along by cool, slicked hands. I was kept almost out of my mind with lust, with a revolving selection of recordings. Most were training recordings, some were audio from play sessions of ours, all of them kept me deeply mired in a haze of submission and pleasure. Subsumed in submission. In my slavery to the two women who had taken me, long, long ago.

Then I felt myself being inserted, and I moaned again as one of my owners settled into her accustomed rhythm. After a few moments I could tell that it was Sophia, just from the way she moved and clenched and rocked around me.

I still thought about escape. Now and then. More an academic practice than anything else at this point. In that first week I had been so scared and angry, it was all I thought about. The pain of trust betrayed, the fury that I had been taken advantage of. But, with the benefit of the intervening weeks and months, and the patient explanations of Lauren and Sophia, either in person or by tape, I found my perspective shifting. They hadn’t betrayed my trust. They told me what they were doing. And they wanted to take care of me too. Why else would they have brought my stuff to their place? If they wanted some mindless beast they could have dispensed with all my worldly possessions and simply broken my mind until I was nothing but a rutting animal, to be used and then packed away.

Lauren had patiently explained this to me after one of my ‘episodes’ as they insisted on calling them. After I had been given a punishment spanking for screaming bloody murder at them and trying to thrash my way away. While I was trying not to cry in the hogtie they had bound me in, while Lauren gently rubbed my back. My head in her lap, as she reassured me in that maddeningly reasonable way she had. They weren’t my fault, my resistance episodes, just a natural if unwelcome response to a life changing event. More than anything else that was why I was kept bound, beyond the pleasing aesthetic of it. I couldn’t be allowed to hurt myself or them just because I didn’t yet fully understand the wonderful nature of my new place in life. Lauren promised me that she and Sophia were patient. That they understood it would take time.

And time was something they had plenty of. My life before their collar was already becoming a little hazy. A little distant. Being their bound pet was so vibrantly sensual, so vividly alivethat it was becoming difficult to remember what life was like without being a slave. Without a collar locked on my neck, and my body held in tight bondage. Without recordings of their voices whispering into my mind. Molding me to be receptive to them. To submit to their ownership of me.

And I had asked for all this. Begged for it, that first night, on my knees. A fact that Lauren and Sophia took no small amount of delight in. I was theirs because I had pleaded to be theirs.

I had done this to myself.