Man is the Slave of Two Women
She confronted him. The street was dark and vacant.
Esme was so impressive: athletic, intelligent, forceful. She intimidated him. Every girl and woman who spoke to him made him nervous. He blushed, fumbled and muttered.
She was direct.
His tongue betrayed him. His question came out as a grunt.
“Kiss them! Kiss my boots! You know you want to!”
Alistair trembled. How did she know? He wanted to run away. Now his feet betrayed him.
She grabbed his head and pushed him down. Forcing his face against a boot, she told him to start licking or she would kick him down the street.
As his tongue ran across dirty leather, he exploded inside. He had dreamed of such a moment.
She yanked his hair and pulled him up.
Disobedience was impossible. Alistair would do whatever Esme commanded.
She took him to an empty. When he entered, she made him strip. He blushed and cringed, ashamed to be naked. Nudity made him feel vulnerable, helpless.
He led him into another room. His heart froze. Another woman was there. Alistair recognized Thea, Esme’s best friend.
Esme said, “I told you. Look at my naked slave boy.”
Alistair tried to will himself into invisibility. His discomfort made him look foolish. Thea laughed, Esme joined in.
He started to leave. Esme grabbed his arm. He did not resist as she pulled him back.
“Get on your hands and knees.” Stunned, afraid, Alistair obeyed.
“Alistair, you really are my slave. Don’t fight it. You know you want this. I saw it every time you looked at me.”
The truth. Alistair thought it his secret. Did anyone else know?
“You will do whatever I – and Thea – order you to do. If you defy me, I will make you the laughingstock of the university.”
Esme told him much more that night. As she talked, Thea took photographs of the naked young man being used as a stool.
Alistair would have many chores. He would clean the house, do their laundry. His assignment list would be long.
He would wear a chastity device. If he were a perfect slave, she might occasionally free him for a night.
She took the belt from his jeans. She, then Thea, spanked him. She told him that bondage and corporal punishment were part of his new life. She and Thea liked to make men whimper.
Esme ordered him to dress. He was to come to their home at 7:00 a.m. tomorrow. He would cook breakfast. The first of many tasks.
Alistair now lives with Esme and Thea. His status is somewhere between houseboy and house pet.
He obeys his young Mistresses. A spare room is now a dungeon. The women do like to hear him whimper and beg.