Chloe’s Gift

I had begged and pleaded, but Chloe was firm and insistent, and I sighed and placed my head on her shoulder as she clicked the lock in place. She kissed my forehead and we looked down together, at the shiny metal cage around my manhood. She tugged gently at the lock, making sure it was secure, and then she held my locked dick in her hand. She ran her thumb over the thin metal bars sweetly and caringly. “Good boy,” she said.

She told me to pull up my pants and my underwear, and I felt the new sensation of the cage around my crotch, more than aware of its presence. I remembered Chloe dropping the news on me the day before. “Yeah,” she had said. “They want to do it tomorrow night. But there are a few conditions we agreed on…”

Chloe ordered me down onto my knees in front of her, and she sat back on the couch and held up the key, admiring it as it glinted in the light. I looked up at it too, and at her, and I realized how humbled I was by that tiny piece of metal, how much it symbolized her power over me. She reached down for a moment and attached it to the anklet on her right foot. I watched it hang there against her skin, and she smiled, and then she brought her foot up to my face and pressed it into me.

“I’m so proud of you,” she said, bringing her other foot up and smothering my face with the both of them. “You’re a good boy for Mistress. Okay. Now fetch me my shoes and socks and let’s go shopping!”

I helped put them on her, a pair of white, purple, and peach geometric ankle socks (the dirty ones she had already worn three times that week), and a classic pair of black and white Vans. Her anklet with the key on it dangled into the mix, and as I looked down at them I couldn’t help but sigh with the finality of it all.

“No dresses,” I said in the car as she drove.

“No? Haha.”

“No. If I’m gonna be a girl I wanna be a boi.”

“Haha, well we’ll see. Don’t worry, we’ll make you a rad, pretty lesbian. We’ll find something that suits you.” She held my hand and I watched the world streak by outside the window.

“Heyy!” she said brightly, answering the phone and smiling at the person on the other end, which apparently was Kacey, who was in many ways the mastermind of this whole thing. “What up slut? Are you excited?!”

I heard the enthusiastic cry from the other side of the line, and Chloe continued on. “Yeah, we’re actually just headed to the store now. Do you guys wanna come over about 6? I think that should be… Yeah… Oh! Okay, yeah, that’s great… Yay! Okay betch, see you soon! Mm, byee.”

The car was quiet for a minute, just the road noise, and in my head I played back the voicemail Kacey had left on Chloe’s phone. Danielle is down but he’s gotta be one of the girls…

Chloe turned on the radio and flipped around a bit, settling on the second half of Green Day’s “Minority” as we pulled into the parking lot of one of your standard big box retailers (the good one, naturally). I looked at her again for a moment, watching her head turn and her eyes look around for a parking spot. She was so beautiful.

It was Kacey’s birthday, apparently, or at least it was on Sunday, and she wanted (what else?) a lesbian sex party with Chloe and her girlfriend, Danielle. Chloe had insisted she be able to bring me along, but between the three of them they had decided that they still didn’t want any “boys” around.

“What?” I had said. “You mean like forced feminization?”

Chloe had laughed. “No dahling,” she said in that East Coast sophisticate way that she imitated whenever she said the word. “Not forced. Enforced. You are feminine! You have a beautiful feminine side. We’re just gonna make you show it. I’ve actually been thinking about this a lot lately. I’ve wanted to involve it in our play. If this goes well I might make you be a girl with me more often.”

The way she had grinned as she said this last bit, the way she had winked at me almost imperceptibly was so fucking hot. Chloe was bisexual, of course, and while I was straight she knew it went a little deeper than that. We had all laughed about it the last time we were over at Kacey and Danielle’s apartment, sitting in their living room after dinner and smoking some weed. Kacey had even joked that I was an “honorary lesbian”. We laughed about how Chloe was the only one not on the same page, and with a roll of her eyes she had said, “Hah, you know I always make an exception for the special boys.”

It was true, actually. When we had met I thought that Chloe was gay, because I only ever saw her with women at the parties we’d run into each other at, and it was a surprise when gradually she started flirting with me and before I knew it we were dating, and then living together.

She held my hand as she led me into Women’s section, and we started browsing around. I was nervous, feeling sure that somehow the other shoppers knew what we were up to, but her presence and guidance reassured me. I realized how under cover we were, and I guess it just looked like I was any other guy shopping with his girlfriend.

The truth is, I love shopping, especially with her. Shopping for her, shopping for me, shopping for the apartment or for gifts for other people. I like saying things like, “Ooh, that’s cute,” or “That’s a pretty color,” or “Oh, I like that.” I like the way she tries on shoes, or waiting outside the dressing room for her to show me what she’s picked. I don’t know why, or why I shouldn’t, but I do. It’s special and I feel like it’s something we can share.

This much was a little different though. It felt like somehow the stakes were higher, now that we were shopping for these things with me in mind. It felt like I was bumping up against some unfathomably complex and labyrinthine territory with which I was only partially familiar. I was nervous still, but her voice broke through and she got my attention.

“Oh my god!” she said. “Feel how soft these are!” She was holding a pair of red flannel pajama shorts, the kind that on her would cover about the top third of the thighs. She was right, they were remarkably, incredibly soft. “You’ll want a pair of these for after. Trust me, you’re gonna love ’em!.”

She had said it quietly enough that I was sure no one could hear. She tossed them into the handbasket, and she looked around the racks for a moment before leading me down the next aisle.

We found a long, cozy white pajama top (also very soft), and a pair of moccasin-style slippers (tan, with a creamy white, fuzzy lining), and then we doubled back to some hanging racks and started looking for an outfit. I shook my head subtly at a few things, listening to the metallic and plastic scrape of the hangers. “Something not too pretty girl, not too tomboyish,” she was saying. “Ooh! I know! Come here.”

In the end we settled on a trim, but flowy, navy blue romper, with buttons up the front and a drawstring around the waist. The cut covered the shoulders with a little sleeve, and there was a tiny, narrow v in the neckline. As she held it up I felt unsure, but I told her I trusted her judgment.

She grinned again and kissed me, and then she took my hand again and we went over and got a pair of plain canvas Keds that matched the romper, navy blue with white trim and laces, and she steered us through the sock section and grabbed a 3-pack of thin, plain white ankle socks. “I have a necklace that will look so cute with this outfit,” she said. “You’re gonna look amazing.”

She had almost whispered the last part, and I smiled softly and felt a flutter in my stomach. Finally, she led me into the underwear section. “Now,” she said. “Let’s see…”

We stood in the checkout line, Chloe fiddling with her purse and me hoping that the girl ringing things up wouldn’t notice that everything was a size way too big for Chloe’s slender body. I looked down at Chloe’s ankle as she balanced her bag on her knee, and I watched the little key dangle against the top of her sock. As we loaded the bags into the back of her car, she said, “Is there anywhere else we need to stop? It’s about time to get home and get you ready.”

In another 20 minutes we were home again. Chloe laid out everything on the bed, and with another little wink she said, “Alright, let’s get you into the bathroom.”

It was a slow process that seemed to last forever, but a section at a time she carefully helped me spread a depilatory cream on all the hair on my legs, stomach, and chest, and we laughed at the novelty of my smooth skin as the hair disappeared. “Armpits too,” she said. “Unless you wanna go for that hirsute look.”

After that we took a shower together, with her lathering me up with her loofah and me doing the same to her. We’d showered together dozens of times, of course, but somehow this felt different. It was playful, and she sprayed me a couple of times with the showerhead.

I was getting used to the cage, and she let me unlock it to dry off, but then right back on it went. Apparently Kacey had stipulated that I be locked up for hours before they came over, to, as she put it, “let [me] adjust.” And I was adjusting. It was starting to feel more comfortable, more natural.

I wrapped my towel around my hips, and suddenly Chloe stopped. “Um, are you kidding? Haha.” She stepped towards me and undid the towel, and then she lifted it up under my arms and wrapped it around me again, matching hers. She shook her head sardonically and rolled her eyes, and then she smiled and kissed me again.

“Okay,” she said. “Sit down on the toilet and let me do your hair.” Chloe’s own hair was short, but feminine and very stylish, and she had no problem styling mine in a way that was surprisingly flattering. When I looked in the mirror and saw it I was more than surprised, and I began running my fingers through it as she wrapped her arm around me and looked at me through the mirror.

“Okay, pretty girl,” she said, pinching my ass through the towel. “Let’s get you dressed.”

I smiled again and told her I’d be right in and that I just had to pee, to which she replied, “Alright. That’s fine. You can pee through the cage. Just remember that girls sit down to pee.”

As I stepped back into the bedroom and hung my towel on the back of the door, Chloe was halfway into the closet searching through the things on her side. “Did you borrow my black halter top?” she chided playfully.

“Ha ha,” I said, “very funny.”

She winked at me again and pulled on a bra, and I looked down at the bed at what she had picked out for me. I picked up the panties first, which the tag proclaimed to be a “lace-trimmed hipster panty”. They were grey, and plain on the bottom half, but at the top there was a two-inch strip of pink satin with lace trimming. They were beautiful. They were girly and feminine but not sissy, not ostentatious or ornate. I stepped into them and Chloe stopped me.

“Wait,” she said. “Leave them down at your ankles. There’s something else too. We’ve got to get your pussy ready.” I looked over my shoulder and she pulled on her own panties and walked over to the nightstand. “Bend over on the bed, show it to me.”

I looked back at the wall and did as she said, laying my chest down alongside the clothes, and I knew what she was getting from the bottom drawer. She had already trained me to take her strapon, and it always began with me wearing a large, black, silicone plug to warm me up. I felt her step behind me and heard the cap pop on the bottle of lube, and she rubbed at my asshole with her fingers, my whole attention drawn into my ass and my crotch.

She slowly and patiently worked the toy in, pushing it firmly but gently until I swallowed it, happily. A shock bloomed through me and I felt the fullness of my ass as I gripped around it, and I felt the cage on my penis. She patted my ass and pulled my panties up, and then she said, “Okay, slut, now you may get dressed.”

She went back into the bathroom to wash her hands, and I stood back up and felt the thickness and the pressure of the toy inside me. I picked up the sports bra she had chosen, grey to match the panties with black accents and a high, strappy back. It had looked pretty stylish on the mannequin, but as I held it, getting ready to put one on for the first time, I wondered what it would be like and how it would look.

I finally pulled it over my head and slipped my arms through the straps, and then I felt it hug all around my chest as I pulled it down.

“Baby!” I suddenly heard behind me. “You look beautiful!” She grabbed my wrist and led me over to the full-length mirror on the back of the closet door, and she said, “Close your eyes!” She had me take another step in front of it, and then she went around behind me and said, “O-kayy, open!”

I really couldn’t believe what I saw. My body isn’t a feminine one, but through her efforts I could see I had been transformed. I shifted my weight onto my back leg and let my other knee bend, and she reached forward and put her hands on my hips, cocking them to the side. She kissed me on the neck and brought her hands up over my bra, groping me and pressing her crotch into my ass. “That’s fuckin’ hot.”

I turned around and kissed her, and she kissed me back deeply and pulled on the hair on the back of my head. She pulled herself away and grabbed her phone off the bed.

“Shit!” she said. “We’ve got to get ready!”

She stepped into the closet and started pulling things off the rack, and I turned back around and picked up my romper from the bed. I couldn’t believe what it felt like to step into it and push my arms through the sleeves, my bra showing through the unbuttoned front, and I looked down and started buttoning it up.

When I sat down to put on my socks and shoes I saw that Chloe was wearing a pair of tight blue jeans and a black tank top that showed off her beautiful frame, and she pulled a necklace or two out of a box on the dresser.

“What do you think?” she said, holding up one with a crescent moon pendant to her chest. “This one?”

“Yeah,” I said. “Definitely.”

“Right on. I was thinking of this one for you.” She put it in my hand. It was an oval-shaped ceramic on a gold chain, ivory colored with a small hand painted hummingbird and some floral embellishments.

“It’s beautiful,” I said. “Thank you.”

“Ooh!” she replied. “And this bracelet.”

Finally we were ready, her having pulled a very chic 3/4 sleeve blazer over her tank top, and as she sat down on the corner of the bed she said, “Would you be a dear and fetch me my boots?” She pulled on the same dirty socks from before.

“Your ankle boots?”

“No, the tall lacy ones I like.” I knew the ones and went to the closet to get them. They were black leather, and they were made in that Renaissance Faire style with laces that crisscrossed in big Xs up to her knees. I helped her put them on, being ordered to kiss her feet before they disappeared into the boots. She looked down at me and reached down a hand to cradle my face.

“Alright,” she said. “Let’s stand you up and have a look at you.” We got up and stood at the edge of the bed, and I adjusted her blazer while she adjusted my clothes. She looked into my eyes, and I felt like a whole new part of me was looking at her. “Beautiful,” she said, and she put her arms around my waist and kissed me.

“You make a pretty girl,” she said, reaching up and stroking my cheek, and then she grinned. “Selfie time!”

My stomach tumbled as she pulled out her phone, but it was such an intimate moment I felt like I wanted it captured too. She turned around next to me and put one arm around me while the other held out her phone.

She snapped one and looked down at her screen, flipping to the picture and I watched her face as she smiled at it.

“Bitchin’. Hashtag lezlife.”

It hit me the way she said it, and it really did begin to feel like we were a lesbian couple. My heart swelled already, and I indulged myself in the idea that I felt glad to be her girlfriend.

“I’m totally making this pic my wallpaper. Wanna go in the living room?”

I watched as she went through the door, the sleeves of her blazer rising as she reached behind her to stick her phone in her pocket. I took a second to pick up and admire my pajama set, pulling off the tags and folding the clothes for later, and to smooth the bedspread, and then I turned on the lamp at the bedside and switched off the overhead light.

She volunteered to make us some drinks in the kitchen, and I went and sat down on the couch. I felt the buttplug adjust itself as I sat, and I closed my eyes and clenched a few times before I opened them. I looked around at the potted plants, and then gradually down at my body. I smoothed the short legs of the romper, the metal drawstring aglets slipping through my fingers, and looked down my bare, hairless legs to my Keds.

I felt cute, and I was actually kind of excited to have the other girls see me. I hoped I wouldn’t look too muscular or too out of place, but Chloe had been right and the outfit did look good on me.

She came into the room with some sangria, her famous sangria with the fruit in it, but she stopped a few feet from the couch and raised her eyebrows. “Is that how a lady sits?”

I looked down at my legs, my feet apart, and I felt my ass on the edge of the cushion. “Tsk, tsk,” she said. “You won’t get away with that. Put your ankles and your knees together and slant your legs to the side. Sit back on the cushion and sit up straight.”

I did as she commanded, negotiating my cock up onto my thighs in its cage as I pressed my thighs together and shifted my ass. The buttplug made its presence clear again. “Good girl,” she said, and she held out the glass and handed me my girly drink.

“In fact,” she said, wiping her lips with the back of her wrist. “Get up, I wanna see you walk.” We traded places and I stood awkwardly by the couch, and then she told me to walk back and forth across the room.

“Nope!” she said. “Uh unh. Knees together! Walk like a slut. Eyes down.”

My bare thighs swished together gently as I walked, and the new geometry of my legs wrapped my ass even tighter around the buttplug, and I could feel my hole rubbing against it on alternate sides as I stepped.

“Good girl. How does that make your pussy feel?”

“It feels good ma’am. It’s getting ready for you.”

“Hah! Not so fast my little slut. Our guests are almost here. That sweet little pussy is gonna have to wait to get fucked. Come sit and have your drink with me.”

I swished back over to her, trying out putting my hands in the front pockets of my romper. I was just sitting down again when the bleep from the intercom box sounded and we knew they had arrived. My stomach tumbled again, and I think I actually felt my lip tremble, but Chloe just nudged me with her thigh and said, “Well go get it.”

The long, sustained buzz of the automated lock went off as I calmly pushed the button, and we heard the heavy front door open and close. I shifted my weight from side to side, trying to flush away the jitters, and then finally they knocked.

Chloe joined me at the door, stepping in front of me, and opened it. “Hello!” she sang as they entered, Kacey first and then Danielle.

“Hello-o!” Kacey sang back, and she air-kissed Chloe’s cheeks as she stepped past her and set her eyes on me. “Hello darling, don’t you look beautiful?” She air-kissed me as well, and Danielle grinned and waved at both of us.

Kacey had bangs in her dark brown hair, and she wore a pair of cutoff jean shorts, a an airy peach floral blouse, and a cream colored pair of slip-on sneakers. Danielle, a little shorter, was a tomboyish redhead with bright, arresting eyes, who had on some rolled up jeans and a stylish button-up shirt that was open to show a t-shirt underneath.

Chloe invited them in and they sat down on the couch, and after a moment or two of chitchat she went into the kitchen to make them drinks. I sat in the chair next to the couch, by the wall, and I remembered to sit the way Chloe told me to, and Kacey sat down her purse on the coffee table and turned enthusiastically to me. “Well!” she said. “Look at you!”

I smiled back and looked at Danielle, who was also grinning. I tried to think of something to say but I just blushed, and thankfully Chloe called in from the kitchen. “Isn’t she pretty?!”

Kacey and Danielle laughed a little, and agreed that I was.

“She’s lovely!” Kacey beamed. “And what is her name? You didn’t introduce us.”

“Haha,” Chloe returned, holding two fresh glasses of sangria. “She’s just my subgirl. You can call her ‘slave’.”

“Well, ‘slave’, I think you look adorable!”

“Why don’t you tell Kacey ‘thank you’ for saying how pretty you are?”

“Yes ma’am, thank you ma’am.” I didn’t make any effort to change or disguise my voice, but it was softer somehow, and just a few shades lighter than usual.

“Oh!” Kacey squealed. “And polite too!”

“Yup,” Chloe said, her eyes fixed on me as she sat with her girls on the couch. “We’ve been learning how to sit and we were just practicing walking. She’s got a pretty good sized buttplug in her ass though, so that must be quite a trick, haha.”

They all laughed at this, but then Kacey raised her glass and said, “Well, cheers! To girls’ night!”

“Cheers!” Chloe and Danielle said together, and we all clinked our glasses.

At first we just chatted for a while. Girl talk. An hour or so went by and we just talked about what was going on in our lives, about their work and what they were getting up to otherwise. The sangria was replenished twice and we all were getting pretty loose, and I realized I was actually having fun. I felt safe and accepted, and I knew that the girls weren’t worried about me being there. They laughed at my jokes on the rare occasion when I spoke, and for the most part I just watched them talk.

There were a few times I got lost in staring at each of them, each of them so uniquely beautiful, watching their mouths and their eyes move as they spoke. I looked closer at what they were wearing, but also how they wore it, trying subtly to imitate them as I shifted in my seat.

When it was my turn to speak it was because Kacey had inquired about my necklace, saying that she thought it was gorgeous and asking where I got it. I told her it was Chloe’s.

“Yeah,” Chloe piped up. “We share everything! Haha.”

We chatted for a while longer, and as the conversation finally lulled, and Chloe stood up and said, “Well ladies, shall we all retire to the bedroom?” She put her hand on the back of Kacey’s thigh as we all stood up too. “I have been thinking about this sweet lady’s ass all day and I think it’s about time we all started celebrating!”

Kacey grinned and let out a whoop, and Danielle smiled too, and we all filed into the bedroom down the hall.

Kacey jumped onto the bed and sprawled out, and Chloe and Danielle laughed at her, and then Chloe said, “Hey! No shoes on the bed!” She turned to me, nodding at me to shut the door. “In fact,” she plopped down heavily beside her friend, “why don’t we all sit down and have our pretty slavegirl take off our shoes?”

Kacey rolled over and dangled her legs off the edge of the bed, and Danielle took a seat on Chloe’s other side.

“Start with the birthday girl.” I knelt down in front of the three of them, with my body facing Kacey, and they all looked down at me expectantly. I reached for her legs and pulled her feet into my lap, and Chloe’s boot prodded me sweetly in the side as I slipped off her shoes.

Her socks were faded white, with tiny little blue pinstripes that wrapped around the curves of her feet, and I sat her shoes aside and looked down at them, and then back up at the ladies. “Well?” Kacey said, grinning. “Aren’t you going to kiss the birthday girl’s feet?”

She held up her right foot and held it in front of my face. “Kiss!”

“Go on, slave,” Chloe echoed, prodding me again gently. “Kiss Kacey’s feet.”

I worked up the nerve, knowing I would have to do it for all three of them, but finally I puckered up and kissed. “Hah!” Kacey let out and she snapped her knee out straight and pushed back my face with her foot.

“Mmm,” Chloe cooed, “A little foot worship for the birthday girl? Hm? I bet you like having a pretty slavegirl at your feet.”

“I do,” she said, bringing her other socked foot onto my face. They weren’t grimy the way I knew Chloe’s were, but they were a little sweaty, and even without sniffing I could tell that they stank. “Slavegirls make good footrests.” She stretched her legs and pressed her soles even harder into my face and when she relaxed them I gasped into her feet, and yes, I was right, they stank. They stank powerfully and beautifully, and I whined softly as she rubbed them all over my cheeks, nose, and forehead.

“Don’t forget our other guest!” Chloe called. Kacey brought her feet back down to the floor, and I sat down on my shins and shifted to face Danielle. Danielle held up her sneaker, one of a pair of Vans much like the ones Chloe had been wearing earlier only they were high tops, and immaculately clean. She undid her laces and held her heel out to me, and I pulled it off to reveal her thick, athletic tube sock, stained and dirtied on the bottom but otherwise pure white.

She pulled up the cuffs of her jeans and then the top of her sock, the black rings around her calf, and then she wiggled and flexed her foot, looked at the girls, and they all busted out laughing. She sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed, and then she curled her finger at me and said, “Hey! Come here! Smell my foot!” I started leaning forward and she grabbed my hair and pulled my face into her sole. “Hey! Seriously! Smell it now!”

I shuddered and gave it a little sniff, and her sour, sweaty scent made me reel.”Sniff it!” she said. “Harder than that.” I braced myself, screwed up my face, and sniffed as hard as I could, my nostrils filling up with her footstink.

“Good girl,” Chloe said, and Danielle released my hair. “Don’t forget her other one.”

I huffed, beginning to feel the humiliation of having their feet shoved in my face, but feeling glad and honored at the same time to be included in this. I took off Danielle’s other shoe and she pulled up her pantleg and sock again and covered my face with the both of them, demanding kisses. She shuffled her soles back and forth, and then faster as she and the other girls laughed, and then slower again while making me sniff.

“Okay,” said Chloe. “Now both. Turn to the middle.”

Danielle pulled her feet back but held them in the air as I readjusted to sit cross legged. I looked up at Chloe as Danielle returned her feet to one side of my face, and I glanced in Kacey’s direction to see her stretching her own out towards me. She covered the other half of my face, and together they simultaneously pushed gently, mashing my head between them.

The texture of their socks, Danielle’s thick and new, Kacey’s worn and soft, completely engulfed my senses as they pushed and rubbed, competing only with the intensity of their scent. It kept hitting me and hitting me, harder and harder, and soon I was beginning to whimper.

“Alright,” Chloe said. “My turn.” The other girls put their legs down and rested their feet in my lap on top of my hands, and I looked up with misty eyes at Chloe. She lifted her leg to unlace her tall boot, and then used the top of my head to pop her heel out. As she slid it off and presented her sole she grinned a proud, devious grin, and I could see that the imprint of her foot had begun to show in her worn sock, discoloring the clashing triangles.

Now I was no stranger, of course, to Chloe’s feet, but they never cease to astonish me with how stinky she gets them. A single day is enough for them to be really ripe, but frequently she wears the same socks for much longer than that. I knew, as she repositioned and took off her other boot, that they would be worse than either Kacey’s or Danielle’s.

And they were. She stuck them right in my face and pushed my head back, and immediately I let out a brief, sharp cry. They stank. They stank so bad. I could feel how grimy they were, both from the days of sweat and from the contact with her leather boots.

“Mmm-mm,” she said. “Smell those feet bitch.”

She pulled them off of me and sat one down with the other girls’ in my lap, while she crossed her legs at the knee and began bobbing and flexing the other one in front of me.

“Now,” she said, putting a hand on each of the other girls’ legs, and they all looked down at me together. “This is our pretty little subgirl’s first lesbian experience, which of course is pretty special, and I think we’re gonna have to initiate her properly. See I don’t know if she realizes this, but some women were just born to serve others, and she is definitely one of them.”

She leaned back and started taking off her blazer, turning briefly to Kacey. “Did you bring yours?”

“Yeah,” she said. “I got a new one! You’re gonna love it. Danielle has hers too.”

“Well it’s your birthday party, how do you want to start?”

Kacey grinned and crossed her legs like Chloe, and she bobbed and flexed her foot in front of me too. “Ooh,” she said, putting her hands behind her and leaning back. “That is a very good question. Well I think the best way for her to learn is to see how it’s done for herself.” She looked down at me. “I think I want a daisy chain with the three of us and I want her to watch.”

“Mmm! Yes!” Chloe said. “That’s brilliant. Okay, slave, get up and stand at the foot of the bed.”

They all shifted around and started taking off articles of clothing. Pants and panties for Chloe, leaving her in just her tank top and socks, her skinny but powerful body looking languid and lean as she pulled down the bedspread. Danielle got down to her underwear, pulling her socks up tight against her knees, her thick and toned but petite thighs leading to a perfectly round ass and her short torso. Kacey, who was positioning herself at the head of the bed pulled off everything, and she tossed her wadded up socks playfully down at me.

“I’m gonna get these bare toes in that mouth, slave, just you wait.”

“Now slave,” Chloe said, getting up on her knees and looking over her shoulder at me as she scooted towards Kacey. “You’re going to stand there and watch like a good girl and you’re going to wait for my instructions. Do you understand?”

“Yes ma’am,” I said quietly.

“Good. Fold your hands in front of you and stand up straight.”

I clenched around the buttplug as I put my knees together and stood up in as prim and proper a manner as I could imagine, and I felt the cage between my legs. Danielle sat down at the foot of the bed, and together we watched as Chloe and Kacey got in close.

“Where do you want me birthday girl?”

Kacey kissed her and they both grinned brightly as their lips smacked delicately together. “Mm,” she replied, running her hands down Chloe’s body. “I want that mouth on my pussy.”

Chloe kissed her again and obliged, lowering herself down slowly as Kacey scooted forward and got into position. Chloe kissed down Kacey’s chest and torso, pinching lightly at her nipples, and Kacey closed her eyes and tilted her head back as she put her hand on the top of Chloe’s head and guided her down.

She opened them again and looked right at me, and then she sighed in a way that made me sure Chloe had started. She brought a hand up to her breast and began groping it while she held eye contact.

“Unh!” she grunted and finally looked down at Danielle. She licked her lips and bit her bottom one, and she grabbed Chloe’s hair with one hand and a fistful of the sheets with the other. “Mm!” she grunted again, and she breathed deeply and her eyes flitted around for a moment before rolling softly up into her head.

Danielle turned to me, a devious smirk on her face, and she said, “Unh! How do you like that. You wanna see?”

She stood up and reached up to grab the back of my neck, and she bent me down and walked me over to the side of the bed. “You like that?” she said loudly. She pushed my face down so I could clearly see Chloe’s tongue flickering against Kacey’s clit. “I asked you a question slave! Do you like seeing your Mistress eat a beautiful woman’s pussy?”

“Yes ma’am! Yes Danielle, I do.”

“Good!” she shot back. “And you see this?” She shoved me face up under Chloe’s ass, just far enough away that I could see her beautiful cunt clearly. “That’s where I’m going. I’m gonna get my tongue in there and lick her like she’s never been licked before.” She gave the back of my neck another little jerk, and then she pulled back and walked me back to the foot of the bed.

She turned around in front of me, and I watched her take down and step out of her black brief-style panties, and then run her hands up to her black and white sports bra, standing with her feet apart as she got ready to climb into bed.

She crawled up alongside Chloe, and she kissed at Kacey’s mouth hungrily. Kacey put her arm around her while her hand worked Chloe’s head, and the two of them made out for a minute before all three began to shift around. Kacey went onto her side and Chloe rolled over, her head disappearing as Kacey swung her leg over, and then with a big, cocky smile Danielle laid down on her side and scooted her crotch towards Kacey.

Kacey grabbed for Danielle’s ass and pulled her closer, and I watched Danielle’s face as she too started getting her pussy eaten. She laid her head on the bed by Chloe’s knee, and as soon as Kacey started licking her eyes pulled into a tight squint and she gasped sharply. Her face relaxed and I could feel her settle in, and then she opened her eyes and looked hungrily at Chloe’s pussy. She reached up with a finger and rubbed Chloe’s folds for a second or two, and then she licked her lips and dove right in.

I looked now at all three of them, a beautiful, continuous loop of pure, unadulterated sexual congress, and I listened as Chloe groaned into Kacey, Kacey squeaked into Danielle, and Danielle grunted back into Chloe. I heard the clicking of their lapping tongues and the sucking of their lips, the little moans and squeals as one of them or another changed their technique.

By now I was completely at loose ends. My imprisoned cock was swollen against the cage, my heart was pounding, and I was flushed all through my body as I shifted my weight and bent my knees. It was the most amazing and unbelievable sight, and I felt such an inexplicable feeling in my chest as I heaved and ached. I let myself feel the fullness of my ass again, but I had finally reached the point where it was no longer enough, and I was hungry. I wanted Chloe’s cock, or Danielle’s for that matter, or even Kacey’s. I wanted one of them to bend me over and fuck me hard, and this desire grew and grew as I watched them, it filled me and drove me to distraction.

All of the sudden, Kacey sat up and directed Chloe and Danielle to make out, and she hopped out of bed and came down to where I was. She grabbed the little upholstered stool that sat under the shallow vanity desk where Chloe kept all of her jewelry, and she pulled it up next to me before turning me around and pushing me down to the floor.

“Aw, fuck yeah,” she muttered as she sat down and spread her legs wide. I could hear Chloe and Danielle kissing above me, and Chloe laughing, and Kacey glanced down at me and shoved her right foot in my mouth as she watched.

Her toes were salty and cold, and instinctively I began sucking them as she stuck two of her fingers inside her. Her eyes were big and fixed on the other girls, and I looked down at her fingering her pussy. She was thrusting her fingers hard and curling them up, and as she glanced down at me a couple of times I suddenly realized what she was going to do.

Chloe moaned loudly, and Kacey again grunted, “Fuck yeah!” She planted her one foot on the ground and jammed her other harder into my mouth as she adjusted her hips, and then she sighed several times and suddenly pulled back her foot. “Oh! F–! Fuck! Y-!”

She sprang to her feet and grabbed for my head, and then suddenly she squirted all over my face. She started heaving and groaning deeply, and she wiggled her finger across her clit as the spray spurted and drenched me.

The scene on the bed got quiet, and then suddenly everyone was laughing, and Chloe and Danielle scrambled to the edge of the bed to look down at me. “Hah!” Chloe blurted out as Danielle stared down, with an astonished grin. “Hahaha! Oh my gosh, look how pretty Kay!”

“Mm-m!” Kacey squealed, sitting back down on the stool but leaning forward. “Soo pretty, covered in another girl’s squirt! She looks good like that. Maybe that’s what her pretty face is for!” She pinched my cheek and then slapped it gently, and then said, “Here! Why not wipe it all off with your socks?”

“Ooh, good idea!” Danielle said, her eyes getting big as she and Chloe repositioned, and Kacey turned me around to face them. “That’s the other thing her face is good for, taking stinky feet!”

Chloe and Danielle both wiped hard at my face, their socks soaking up all of Kacey’s squirt, and when Chloe took the chance to slap at my cheeks and forehead with her soles, Danielle followed suit. After a minute they pulled their legs back and I looked up at all three of them, shuddering gently with wonder as Danielle said, “So what now?”

“Well,” said Chloe, looking at Kacey for a moment before turning her face towards Danielle. “I don’t know about you but I think it’s time for us to fuck our girlfriends.”

“Mm, yup. Agreed.” They both got up and so did Kacey, a peaceful sense of joy beaming from her face, and Kacey grabbed the collar of my romper and helped me get up on the bed.

“Get up on your hands and knees, slave,” she barked. I did, and she crawled onto the bed behind me and pushed her crotch against my ass while her hand reached around me to undo the buttons on my chest. Chloe and Danielle watched as she groped me and simulated thrusting inside of me while she exposed my bra.Finally she sat up, thrusted again, and then reached up for my shoulders and pulled my arms out of the sleeves. She pulled the whole thing down around my waist and smacked me on the ass before caressing my sides and pulling my hips back against her. “Oh yeah,” she said. “This little bitch is ready to get fucked.”

I looked back over my shoulder and saw Chloe and Danielle suiting up, adjusting the straps and velcro of their harnesses. Danielle’s dick was a beautiful fire engine red, sleek and with a glossy finish, and Chloe’s of course I recognized as the shimmery, sparkly blue one. “Not yet,” Chloe said, coming around behind me and yanking the romper down to my knees. “She’s got something in the way.”

She made me pull my knees out of the romper and she tossed it aside, and then she yanked down my panties and left them hugging against my thighs. I felt so exposed on the bed in front of them, even more so when Kacey grabbed the cage and said, “Ooh! She’s got a big little clitty, doesn’t she!” I buried my face in the bed. Chloe spread my cheeks and rubbed my bottom a little bit, and then she took the plug by its base and pulled gently.

“Give it to me,” she said. “Let me have it. You’re about to get some hard lesbian dick, and I know how hungry your slut pussy is. Come on.” I let it go and for a moment my ass was unbearably empty, and then I heard her slather herself with lube and I suddenly felt her press the head of her dick inside. The shaft followed, and before I knew it a few thrusts had gotten her all the way inside.

I lifted my head and took a long, slow breath, and she held it still inside me. I was desperate to be fucked, but she was waiting. Kacey crawled into bed next to me and assumed the same doggy style position, and when I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye she smiled and winked at me. Danielle crawled in behind her and Kacey hummed sharply as she was mounted, and then Chloe and Danielle looked at each other.”Everybody ready?” Danielle said brightly. She and Chloe high-fived each other and Chloe let out a laugh, and then wordlessly they started fucking us.

Kacey was the first to moan, but I wasn’t far behind. I turned my head and dropped my shoulder, and when I looked back I could see that Chloe and Danielle were holding hands sweetly. Danielle smacked Kacey’s ass and Chloe copied her. Our sounds got louder and they fucked us harder and deeper, and Chloe leaned over and kissed Danielle in the midst of it.

“You had better believe, slave,” Chloe said as she pulled back from Danielle’s embrace and slapped my ass again, “that you’re gonna get fucked like this a lot more often. You’re even gonna learn to cum like this.”

I moaned helplessly, feeling her fuck my ass so deep, and I looked at Kacey’s face and saw how much she relished the same treatment from Danielle.

A few long, incredible minutes went by, and then, as if of a single mind, Chloe and Danielle both slowed down and pulled their dicks out of our holes. “Time to ride, ladies!” Chloe announced, and we all traded places.

“Switch!” Kacey cried, throwing her leg over Chloe and straddling her, and I looked down at Danielle and she beckoned me closer. I swung my leg over her too, feeling her tiny but significant frame beneath me, and I looked down at her dick, shiny with Kacey’s pussy juice. She helped me guide it in and suddenly I was filled up again. I sat on it and let it penetrate as deep as it would go, and then I leaned forward and started riding.

Danielle and Chloe kissed again while we rode them, their tongues dancing and each one sucking on the other’s lips. I looked to my left and saw Kacey reaching down to grab Chloe’s tits, steadying herself so she could thrust harder.

The chastity cage was bouncing now as I fell into a rhythm, and I simply took it as Danielle began thrusting upward. The sensation was overwhelming, but without being able to touch my penis I had no idea how I would cum. I knew I was just getting fucked for the sake of it, and Danielle and Chloe seemed to love that.I heard Kacey begin to shriek, and Chloe smacked her ass and pinched her nipples, and with that she was cumming. She gasped harder and harder, filling up her lungs, and then finally she let out a long wail and slammed her hips down on Chloe.

We all slowed to a stop as Kacey rode out her orgasm. We all looked into each other’s eyes, with Kacey (and I’m sure myself) looking delirious. Chloe sat up, put her arm around Kacey and expertly rolled them both over on their sides, and I looked down at Danielle and nodded, and she and I did the same.We, all four of us, laid mirroring each other, and we all lovingly looked into each other’s eyes as we spooned. Kacey raised her hand to my cheek. “Did you cum sweetie?”

I raised my hand to her wrist, Danielle put one on my hip, and Chloe played with my hair. “No ma’am,” I confessed, “I didn’t.”

“Aw,” she said. “That’s okay. A lot of girls don’t cum vaginally, especially their first time.” Everyone rubbed and patted me and agreed, and I smiled, disappointed but also somehow contented.

“Well I know what,” Chloe said. “Danielle and I still need to cum. Why don’t we break out the wands? We’ll share one and you can work on her.” Kacey looked back at me sweetly and excitedly, and I gave a demure smile and braced myself for Danielle to pull out.

Chloe and Danielle got up to take off their strapons, Chloe stopping to kiss me on the head, then the cheek, then the lips. Danielle rubbed my shoulder as she left the bed, and Kacey scooted closer to me, embracing me in her arms. She cradled my head and kissed me deeply.”Don’t worry sweetie,” she said softly and reassuringly. “We’ll get you to cum, and if we don’t it’s no big deal. I’ve loved having sex with you whether you cum or not.” I smiled back and we kissed again, and then Chloe and Danielle returned from the bathroom.

I felt something tap on the backside of my shoulder and it was Chloe, holding one of the two heavy duty vibrators she had just plugged into the wall. Kacey reached past me and took it, and Chloe kissed my cheek again as Kacey invited me onto my back.

Danielle, meanwhile, had the other one and was starting in on herself, having sat on the floor, and as I laid down and got situated I saw Chloe step over and straddle her, embracing her as she lowered her crotch onto the toy.

Kacey kissed my stomach as she put one hand on my hip and held up the vibrator with the other. “Just relax,” she said, switching it on. “See how much they like it? You’re going to like it too.”

I adjusted my shoulders and laid my head on the pillow, feeling hugged by the mattress in just the right way. Kacey reached for my cage and took my penis in her hand, and then she gently brought the vibrator to the tip.

Immediately I began to squirm. The intense vibrations would have been something on their own, but the way they reverberated through the entire cage was too much. I was embarrassed that it didn’t take longer, but almost as soon as I perceived the sensation, maybe ten or fifteen seconds, I surrendered to it, and came.

Kacey pulled the vibrator away and switched it off as she looked down at the ooze dribbling from the end of the cage. She snickered. “See, I told you?”

I caught my breath, trying desperately to make some sense out of what I had just experienced, still overwhelmed by the sensation and the situation, and Kacey snuggled up alongside me and pulled the covers up over us. A moment passed, and we listened to the sound of Chloe and Danielle still making their way to their orgasms, and then she crawled up and whispered in my ear.

“Do you wanna know what this is? Why I let you come along tonight?” I was silent, unable to speak, but she didn’t wait for an answer. “This isn’t just a sex party, that wasn’t Chloe’s gift… No, for my birthday I wanted to turn out a new girl, a fresh little lezzie to play with.” I opened my eyes, and in my peripheral vision I could see her on one side and Chloe’s back bobbing up and down on the other. “Your girlfriend gave me that, and believe me, there is no going back from here. You’ll want more little parties like this, and you will beg to be put in chastity and dresses so we can play.”

She kissed me on the cheek, and I listened to Chloe and Danielle cum as the full weight of the moment fell in on me.

When they were done we all laid there in silence for a minute or two, and my lip quivered softly a couple of times. Chloe sat up, and when she did so did Kacey, and they held each other’s gaze for a minute before they both said together, “…Cake?”

They all burst out laughing and I cracked a smile too, and we all got up and started cleaning up. Chloe wrapped her arms around me and kissed me, and then handed me my little stack of new pajamas. “Wash our toys, please, when you’re done in the bathroom.”

“Yes ma’am,” I said. They all agreed, as an afterthought that I would be released from the cage for cuddle time and sleep, provided I still wore my girl pajamas and agreed to put it back on in the morning if they wanted me to. They also told me that any erections I might get would be ignored, but if I really had to I could go into the bathroom and have a wank while I smelled their socks.

In fact, as generous and tolerant as this last part was, there was no need. By the time I was done in the bathroom and in my new pjs I was more than ready for bed.

When I got back to the bedroom they were all laid up in their own comfy clothes, three across the bed with their slices of cake, looking happy and contented, and in Kacey’s case, completely and utterly delighted. They more than filled the bed, but Chloe sat up as I walked in and handed me a colorful paper plate and a plastic fork.

“There’s room at the bottom,” she said sweetly, and I looked down and realized what she meant. I crawled in down by their feet and kissed Chloe’s, which were bare now, unable to resist how happy they all were. They laughed and chatted, and I laid my head down and looked up at them all, Chloe on the left, Kacey in the middle, and Danielle on the right.

When it was finally time to switch off the light and go to sleep, a moment indicated by Danielle’s blissful drift into unconsciousness, Kacey suddenly sprang up and said, “I know!”

The girls both grudgingly smacked her ass for her outburst as she scampered out of bed. She went over against the wall and then said, “A-ha!” When she reached the bed again she was holding one of the socks she had thrown at me earlier.

“Here,” she said, pulling my blanket off of me and unceremoniously yanking down my shorts. “This will be your night cage, or your cage for whenever we’re feeling lenient; one of our dirty ankle socks!” Danielle and Chloe laughed and Kacey made faces as she tucked my balls and penis inside, but then she actually kissed it once it was all put away, just to show she didn’t mean anything by it.

She pulled my shorts back up, covered me up with the blanket again, and tucked me in. She kissed me on the cheek as I curled into the fetal position and then she climbed back into bed. We all settled and became peaceful, and Danielle switched off the light and we all felt comforted by the darkness. One by one each of us sighed, myself lastly, and then we drifted off to sleep.


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