I followed them to the bedroom, the sound of her heels a rhythmic reminder of my submission. The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn to allow only slivers of sunlight to peek through. The scent of their perfumes mingled with the faint musk of desire, and my heart pounded in my chest like a drumline heralding the start of a battle.
Pam lay back on the bed, her legs spread wide, a clear invitation for Jason to join her. She looked at me expectantly, a challenge in her eyes. “Take off your clothes,” she said, her voice a silky command. “We don’t want any barriers between us.” My hands trembled as I undressed, revealing my nakedness and the cage that now defined me.
Jason’s eyes roamed over my body, a smirk playing on his. I felt a strange mix of humiliation and arousal as he approached the bed, his cock already hard and thick. “You want to taste me first?” he offered, his voice a low rumble that seemed to echo in the quiet room.
Pam’s eyes gleamed with excitement as she nodded. “Yes,” she purred, her fingers tracing a line from her neck to her navel. “Let him show you what he can do.” The command was clear, and I didn’t dare hesitate. I knelt beside the bed, my eyes never leaving hers as I leaned in, my mouth watering at the thought of what was to come.
Jason’s cock was like a dark, velvet promise, and I took it into my mouth with a sense of reverence. The taste was different from last time and slightly intimidating, but the power dynamics in the room were intoxicating. I could feel the weight of their gazes on me, watching as I serviced him. The cold metal of the cage seemed to pulse with the rhythm of my heartbeat, a reminder of the rules of this new game.
He groaned, his hand reaching down to thread through my hair, guiding me as I sucked him off. The smell of sex filled the air, thick and heady, and I felt myself growing harder, desperate for release. But the cage held firm, a cruel reminder of my place. I glanced up at Pam, her eyes hooded with lust as she watched me, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. “This is so hot” she murmured, her hand stroking my cheek.
When Jason was ready, he stepped back, his cock glistening with my saliva. “Your turn,” he said, gesturing to Pam. She leaned back on the bed, her legs spread wide, and beckoned me closer with a crook of her finger. “Lick me,” she ordered, her voice a sultry whisper. “Make sure I’m nice and wet for him.”
I leaned in, my tongue tentatively touching her clit, and I was shocked at how wet she already was. “You’re already wetter than any time I’ve licked you,” I murmured, surprised by the ease with which the words slipped out. The taste of her arousal was intoxicating, a heady mix of desire and power.
Pam’s eyes never left mine as I lapped at her, her fingers tightening in my hair. “It’s because Jason is so big and strong,” she said, her voice thick with need. “So masculine.” The words sent a jolt through me, a strange mix of jealousy and excitement. “You know how much I love a real man,” she continued, her voice a seductive purr. “But you, my pet, you serve a different purpose.”
With a suddenness that took my breath away, she pushed my head away from her and turned to Jason, spreading her legs wider in invitation. He took the hint without hesitation, his powerful frame moving between her thighs. I watched, my heart racing, as he positioned himself at her entrance. The sight of his thick, dark cock pushing into her was almost too much to bear. The cage around my own cock was a constant, painful reminder that I was not the one pleasuring her, not the one filling her up.
But as I watched, something strange happened. The jealousy I had felt transformed into a new emotion, one that was hot and raw and all-consuming. It was a thrill of submission, a rush of adrenaline knowing that I was not just a participant in this scene but a necessary component of it. Without my presence, without my willingness to submit, this moment would not be as intense, as erotic.
Pam’s moans grew louder, her body rocking back and forth as Jason claimed her with every deep, powerful thrust. I could see the muscles in his thighs tense and relax, the slick sound of his cock sliding in and out of her making me desperate to feel the same. But instead, I was trapped in my cage, forced to watch, to listen, to smell the intoxicating scent of their coupling. And as much as it hurt, it was a pain that I craved, a pain that was somehow beautiful.
Pam turned around, her eyes glazed with lust as she knelt on the bed. “Move,” she ordered, her voice a harsh whisper. “I want you under me.” Without a moment’s hesitation, I slid beneath her, my head now nestled between her legs, my cheek pressed against her wetness. She lowered herself onto my face, her pussy a warm, wet presence that smelled of power and desire.
Jason’s cock looked massive from this angle, a dark, pulsing beast that demanded attention. The sight of him, all hard muscle and masculine power, was a stark contrast to my caged submission. As he pushed into her, the cage around my own cock grew tighter, the metal biting into my skin. The sound of their joining was like music, a symphony of passion that I had no part in creating, but was irrevocably tied to.
Pam’s legs trembled as she positioned herself over my face, her wetness coating my cheeks and chin. The smell of her arousal was intoxicating, a heady perfume that clouded my thoughts. Her pussy was slick with desire, and I could feel the heat of her body as she lowered herself onto me. “Look at him,” she breathed, her voice a mix of pleasure and demand. “Watch him take what was once yours.”
My eyes were drawn to the sight of Jason’s powerful body, his muscular thighs flexing as he drove into her with a ferocity that was almost animalistic. His cock was like a sword, plunging into the warmth of her depths with a rhythm that spoke of dominance. The sight of his cock disappearing into her, only to emerge again, glistening with her wetness, was a visual feast that I couldn’t tear my eyes away from. The cage around my own cock was a cruel reminder of my place, but the thrill of watching them was undeniable.
Pam’s hand reached down to my caged member, her nails tracing the outline of the metal, sending shivers of pleasure through my body. “Use your tongue,” she instructed, her voice tight with desire. “Lick him, lick me, make us both feel good.”
My tongue darted out, tentatively at first, tasting the musky salt of Jason’s cock mingled with the sweetness of her arousal. The sensation was overwhelming, the taste of them together a potent aphrodisiac that made me want to devour them both. I licked the length of him, feeling the pulse of his veins beneath the velvet skin, the precum pooling at the tip. Then, as instructed, I turned my attention to her, my tongue tracing her folds, savoring the sweetness of her juices.
Her spasms grew stronger, her moans more intense, and I could feel her approaching climax. The cage around my cock seemed to tighten, the metal a cold, unforgiving reminder of the control they wielded over me. And then, with a final, powerful thrust, she came, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. She collapsed onto the bed beside me, panting, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.
Jason’s cock was still hard and slick with their combined fluids, resting on my face like a prize. The weight of it was surprisingly heavy, a tangible symbol of his dominance and the power that Pam wielded over both of us. I could feel the pulse of his need as his hips twitched slightly, and I knew that despite her release, he wasn’t quite done yet.
In an act of pity and subservience, I opened my mouth and craned my neck to let him slip inside, the tip of his cock teasing my tongue as it sought refuge in the warmth of my mouth. He began to thrust gently at first, his eyes locked on mine, watching for any sign of resistance.
I took a deep breath and focused on the sensation of his shaft pushing against the back of my throat. It was a tight fit, but the desire to prove my worth to them overrode any discomfort. With a silent nod, I encouraged him to go further, to claim me fully in this act of dominance. He took the invitation, his hips moving with more confidence, his cock sliding deeper into my throat until I could feel his balls resting against my chin. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that only served to heighten my arousal.
And then I noticed Lin at my side, her hands stroking my face with a gentle yet firm touch. Her eyes gleamed with a mix of pride and fascination as she watched the scene unfold. She traced the contours of Jason’s cock on the outside of my throat, her fingers moving in time with his rhythm. It was as if she was mapping the path he was taking, claiming him as much as he was claiming me.
Her hand moved down to cup my caged cock, her thumb flicking the ring at the front of the cage in time with his thrusts. The cold metal against my sensitive skin sent shivers down my spine, the frustration of not being able to touch myself, to seek my own release, a sweet agony. “Good pet,” she murmured, her voice a gentle caress in the sea of raw desire. “You’re doing so well.”
The tension grew, Jason’s breathing becoming more ragged as he approached his climax. I could feel his cock swell in my mouth, and I braced myself for what was to come. His pumps grew thorough and deep, and I had to fight for air, my chest heaving against the cage that encased my own desperate arousal. I flexed my throat muscles, eager to show my worth, to be the perfect receptacle for his seed.
With a guttural grunt, he came, the first hot spurt of his release hitting the back of my throat, the taste salty and bitter. I swallowed reflexively, the sensation surprisingly satisfying. He pulled out slightly, and the next few spurts painted the inside of my mouth, coating my tongue with his essence. I closed my eyes and savored the feeling, the power of his release a testament to my submission.
When it was over, I pulled away, my eyes watering slightly from the intensity. He stepped back, a look of smug satisfaction on his face. “Thank you, pet,” Lin said, her voice filled with pride. “You did well.” She held out her hand and helped me to my feet, the cage still a stark reminder of my position.
We all moved to the en suite bathroom, the sound of our footsteps echoing in the quiet of the house. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the pendant lights, the marble tiles cool underfoot. The three women looked at me expectantly, their eyes gleaming with a mix of satisfaction and excitement. “We’ll need to clean up,” Lin said, her voice firm. “You first.”
As I stepped into the bathroom, Lin took the opportunity to assert her newfound dominance. With a swift smack on my bottom, she told me to lie down on the cold tiles. The slap stung, but the thrill of the command washed over me like a warm wave. Pets do not stand, she had said, and I was now acutely aware of my new role. My knees hit the floor first, sending a jolt through my body as I felt the coolness of the tiles against my bare skin. Then, I laid down, my back pressed against the hard, unforgiving surface.
The women circled me, their eyes hungry and gleaming. They were like lionesses surveying their prey, and I was more than willing to be theirs. Lin stepped closer, her naked body a vision of power and beauty. With a wicked smile, she stood above my chest, her legs spread just enough to allow for the perfect aim. “Hold on, pet,” she murmured, her voice a sweet symphony of dominance. “This is something I’ve wanted to do for a very long time.”
Before I could process her words, a stream of hot liquid hit me, splashing across my chest and neck. I gasped, my eyes flying open as I realized it was her pee. The shock of it was almost overwhelming, but I remained still, my eyes locked on hers. The warmth spread across my skin, and I felt a strange thrill as I was bathed in her essence. It was a symbol of my submission, a declaration of her dominance, and I found myself craving more.
Pam must have seen the excitement in my eyes because she quickly stepped forward, her own need to dominate me evident in her posture. She positioned herself over my caged cock, and with a similar smile, she released her bladder, the hot stream hitting my sensitive skin and making me squirm. The cage was no barrier to the humiliating sensation, the metal growing slick as her urine coated me. I could feel the warmth spreading over my stomach, the scent of it strong in the air.
Jason chuckled, watching the scene unfold with a knowing smile. He took his place next to her, his cock still semi-erect from his recent release. “Let’s not be greedy, ladies,” he said, stroking himself back to full hardness. “Our little pet deserves a taste of everyone.”
With a wink at Lin, he aimed his cock at my face, and with a few quick pumps, a warm, thick stream of piss hit my cheek, mixing with the salty remnants of his cum. I squeezed my eyes shut, the sensation strange yet oddly comforting in its degradation. It was a stark contrast to the gentle stroking I had grown accustomed to from Lin’s hand, a reminder that this was not an act of love but one of power and submission.
The sound of running water filled the room, and moments later, a warm spray washed over me, cleansing me of their combined essences. The narrative had shifted, the dynamics of the household now starkly apparent. I was theirs, to use and enjoy, to cleanse and maintain. The water stung my eyes, but I didn’t dare move as the women laughed and chatted, discussing how I would fare in my new role.
When the shower stopped, Gloria handed me a soft, fluffy towel, her eyes filled with a mix of pity and amusement. “Dry off, pet,” she said, her voice a gentle command. “Miss Lin has plans for you tonight.” I took the towel and began to wipe the water from my body, my mind racing with what the evening might hold.
As the sun set and the house grew quiet, I was instructed to follow Lin to her bedroom. The cage was still in place, a stark reminder of my status. The room was dimly lit, the scent of her perfume heavy in the air. She sat on the edge of the bed, her legs crossed, watching me with a predatory gaze. “You’ve done well today,” she said, her voice a low purr. “But tonight is for us.”
Her words sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt the cage tighten around my cock in response. She patted the mattress beside her, and I eagerly crawled over, feeling the softness of the sheets under my knees. She leaned into me, her body warm and inviting. For a moment, she allowed herself to be soft, her hand caressing my cheek as she guided my head down to her pussy.
The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, and I couldn’t help but lick my lips in anticipation. She was wet, so wet for me, and the thought made me feel a strange mix of pride and humiliation. I parted her folds with my tongue, tracing a delicate pattern of love and obedience. She moaned, the sound a sweet symphony of pleasure that filled my ears.
Her thighs tightened around my head as I worked, the cage around my own cock a constant reminder of my submission. I licked her slowly, savoring every taste, every quiver of her flesh beneath my touch. Her hips began to move in time with my rhythm, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she grew closer to the edge.
When she finally came, it was like a sweet release, her muscles spasming around my tongue, her juices flooding my mouth. She sighed with contentment and gently pushed my head away, allowing me to catch my breath. I felt a strange mix of pride and defeat, knowing that I had brought her pleasure without any reciprocation for myself.
As we lay there, the cage around my cock a constant, painful reminder of my submission, I found myself craving her touch. I wanted to creep up her body, to kiss her, to feel the softness of her skin against mine. But she was already ahead of me, her movements swift and precise as she positioned her delicate feet against my chest. With a laugh that was both teasing and commanding, she pushed me back down. “Your place is at my feet now,” she said, her voice a melodious blend of amusement and dominance.
My eyes searched hers for any sign of regret or pity, but all I found was a spark of excitement. She was reveling in her new…
