Sissy Stepdad

Sissy Stepdad

Chapter XI

 

The rest of the week was fairly uneventful for me, in that nothing really unusual occurred.  The term “unusual,” of course, being relative.  I waited on the girls hand-and-foot and accepted their abusive treatment with a smile, hand-washed their soiled undergarments each evening, wore panties, and sucked Bruno off every time I went to the gym.  Just another week in my life, nothing special.

 

Friday afternoon found me waiting in the girls’ locker room as ordered, kneeling on the floor clad only in a pair of skimpy pink satin shorts.  I’d not had any relief since Wednesday, and although going only two days without an orgasm was unusual for me lately, my dick was rock hard and poking out of the leg opening.  I could literally feel my balls churning as I knelt there, awaiting what I knew would be a sexually-charged, humiliating week.  The girls might arrive at any time – in fact, someone could be hiding in a toilet stall watching me now – so I carefully maintained my prescribed position.  Knees spread as widely as possible with sides of my feet touching each other, leaning back on my ankles.  Hands clasped behind my back, head lowered so that my chin was touching my chest.  I counted silently to one hundred, then began tweaking my nipples for a count of twenty before returning to my original position, doing just what I’d been told to do.  Each repetition took me two minutes, and it wasn’t until midway through the seventh iteration that I heard the door on the far side of the locker room swing open.  My heart skipped a beat as I held my breath, listening carefully to hear if it was the girls, or someone else.  I heard several sets of feet, accompanied by a strange, shuffling sound and an occasional grunt.  I thought it was the cheerleaders, but wasn’t sure until I actually saw Dominique’s legs appear from around the corner of the wall that separated the changing area from the toilets.  I kept my eyes lowered, sensing more than seeing the girls standing around me in a semi-circle.  Then an opening appeared, and the source of the shuffling and grunting noises came into view.

 

It was a girl.  A girl I’d seen around campus before, a girl on the freshman spirit squad.  She was naked, or nearly so, crawling on all fours at the end of a leash held by the statuesque redhead, Roberta, a red leather collar secured around her neck by a little silver padlock.  Her Mistress led her directly in front of me, then had her assume a position mirroring mine.  Keeping my head down, I tried to furtively stare at her young, full breasts.  They were beautiful.  She was breathing heavily, causing them to move erotically.  I could feel pre-cum forming on the tip of my dick.  Someone – I was so preoccupied with the vision in front of me that I didn’t notice until the task was accomplished – slipped a collar around my neck and locked it in place.

 

“Both of you, piss!” I heard someone command.  I watched in amazement as the girl’s tiny red panties began to darken, then the flow of urine that saturated them fell to the floor between her widely spread knees.  So amazed that I didn’t even realize the command had been addressed to both of us, an error which quickly resulted in a painful slap to the side of my head.  “Piss, I said!” Carmen yelled in my ear, and I responded.  Whether out of fear or the fact that I had been commanded to do so, my bladder immediately emptied, splashing urine on my legs and soaking the shorts.  We were both then ordered to get naked, slipping our panties off while remaining kneeling.  I could see the beads of piss glistening on her shaved mound, saw her nether lips peeking out, knowing from my limited experience with Ms. Marilyn that this girl was as sexually aroused as I was.  A pair of hands clad in rubber gloves took the filthy items from us, and  I was lost in thought when I heard the next command.

 

“Open!” 

 

We both immediately opened our mouths, and watched each other as the saturated garments were wadded up and forced past our lips, her panties in my mouth and my shorts in hers.  Strips of duct tape across our faces held them in place.  The acrid taste of her urine permeated my entire being, but the knowledge that those piss-covered panties had been in contact with that beautiful vagina only moments ago made me light-headed.  I stared adoringly into her eyes; she looked back at me with something that could have been disgust, or might have been something else.  Then I felt a harsh jerk on my leash.

 

“Slut, heel!” the youngest, Mary, commanded as she pulled me away.  “Cunt, heel!” ordered her older sister Susan, tugging on the girl’s leash.  Those were to be our names for the week, “Slut” and “Cunt.”

 

They led us out the back door to a waiting van, stopping to shackle our wrists behind our backs before loading us up.  Cunt went first, laying on her left side with her head facing the back door; I was positioned exactly the opposite, opposite, on my right side, facing her, my face just inches from her smooth, shaved crotch.  I could easily smell her need now, so strong that it overpowered the stench of urine filling my nose.  Her bald cunt lips seemed to be opening and closing slightly, and I could see the clear vaginal fluids her body was producing.  I doubted, though, that she could possibly be as aroused as I was at the moment. My dick bobbed, touching what I think was the side of her face, or maybe her lips; I couldn’t say for certain.  Even after she squirmed away, I could feel her blonde hair tickling my cock.

 

“You two bitches just lay there and enjoy the ride,” Dominique said.  “If either of you cums, you’ll both be punished.  So I suggest you don’t even think about touching each other, okay?”  I tried to nod, unable to respond vocally due to the piss-soaked panties in my mouth.

 

It was a long, uncomfortable ride.  It was dark when we finally reached our destination, so it had to be at least four hours since we left the school.  The door was opened and we were unceremoniously pulled out of the van.  I fell heavily to the hard dirt, followed by Cunt, who landed on top of me.  Rolled over onto our bellies, the restraints binding our wrists were removed.

 

“Time to start earning your keep, bitches.  Unload the van and bring everything into the cabin.  When you’re done with that, get the beds made.  You’ll find linens and stuff in the closet,” commanded Dominique.   With that, the girls all walked the fifty yards or so to the structure she referred to, not even bothering to see if we were obeying.  They didn’t really need to, of course.  Neither Cunt nor I knew where we were, except that we were probably over 100 miles from home, stark naked.  We weren’t going anywhere.

 

There were a total of ten suitcases and four large boxes to carry.  Cunt – I didn’t know what else to think of her as, and I couldn’t remember her real name  – could only handle the smallest three bags, but had to help me with the boxes.  Two of the boxes were obviously filled with food and cookware; they were both marked “Kitchen.”  The other two were sealed,  both very heavy.  Even in the cool evening air, we were both covered in perspiration by the time everything was inside.  There were five sets of bunk beds, but only eight sets of sheets.  There were two extra, threadbare blankets; we assumed these were for us, but just left them folded in the closet.

 

“You go put the food away, Cunt.  You, Slut, go bring in firewood.  Enough for dinner tonight and breakfast in the morning,” Dominique ordered.  “You’ll probably need to chop some more wood in the morning, too.”  We both scampered out of the room to obey.

 

After the food was put up and the wood-burning stove stoked, the cheerleaders had Cunt fry up hamburgers for them, while they showed me the “uniform” I’d be wearing while serving their meals.  Straight out of a man’s sexual fantasy, it was all pink:  lace apron, fishnet stockings, and a garter belt.  A little pink maid’s cap and the tallest stiletto heels I’d ever imagined finished it up.  The only thing missing was a tall, leggy woman to wear it.  I’m sure it didn’t look nearly as good on me, but the girls certainly got a laugh. I wobbled precariously in the heels, my ankle shaking as I nearly toppled over with each step.  The piece’ de resistance, though, was the first cock cage I’d ever seen.  Made of molded leather, dyed pink, it encapsulated my penis completely.  A much larger padlock than the one on my neck – pulling my dick painfully downward – completed the ensemble.  Well, almost.  There was also the makeup.  The panties were pulled out of my mouth, replaced with a bright red ball gag.  Hot pink nail polish on my fingers and toes, bright red lipstick and a liberal application of mascara and eye shadow made me look like a cheap transvestite whore.  Which, I suppose, in a sense I was.

 

By the time I was “dressed,” dinner was ready.  Cunt knelt on the floor, working her way around the table to lick the girls’ feet while fucking herself with her own slime-covered hands.  She made a loud, wet, slurping sound every time she removed her hand from her cunt so she could crawl to the next girl.  I teetered around the room awkwardly on the uncomfortable spiked heel shoes, serving food, dishing out seconds and rushing back to the kitchen to get drink refills.  Neither of us were permitted to share in the meal, though we were allowed to lick what we could off the dirty plates. I hadn’t eaten since breakfast, and my stomach growled as I lapped up the little bits of greasy meat left behind.  While Cunt washed the dishes, Dominique led me back into the living room and explained some of what was going on.

 

“You’re both being tested this week,” she said, looking down at my kneeling form. “You, to see if you’re worth of being our slave, and Cunt to see if she’s ready to be a cheerleader.  We’re a demanding group, but she’ll become one of us if she makes it through the week.  If that happens, you’ll obey her just as you do us.  However, if you can manage to survive the week, you’ll get to fuck her.  Would you like that, Slut?  The chance to stick that pathetic pecker of yours up that tight little teenage twat?”

 

I nodded my head eagerly.

 

“Good.  So be obedient, do what you’re told when you’re told to do it, and just maybe you’ll get the chance.”  I tried to say, “Thank you, Ma’am,” but because of the ball gag imbedded in my mouth, it came out nothing more than a mumble.  Dominique must have understood, though, because she patted me on the head and called me a good boy.

 

“Now, let’s discuss the rules for the week,” she said.  “First, you’re our maid for now.  As such, you’ll be wearing your maid’s uniform whenever you’re cleaning or serving meals.  At all other times you’ll be naked, except for your stockings and heels.  Your collar will remain on at all times, and the ball gag may or may not be used, depending on how we feel.  Understand?”

 

I nodded, looking back up to see her glaring at me.  I wasn’t sure what she wanted at first; I couldn’t verbally answer, because I was still gagged.  She looked down at my clothes, and then I understood.  I was neither cleaning nor serving meals at the moment, so I was supposed to be naked.  I quickly shimmied out of the skimpy uniform, laying it neatly on the floor next to me.

 

“Second, whenever you are naked, you will crawl.  You will not get up off your knees unless one of us tells you to.”  Again, I nodded.

 

“Third, you will not eat, drink, piss or shit without permission.  You may beg for permission to use the toilet and for water; I’ll show you where you can find your toilet and water bowl a bit later.  You will be fed when we feel like feeding you, and you will not ask for food.  Speaking of food, I am now going to give you a choice.  This will be your only choice this week, so think it over carefully.”  I looked up at her, expectantly.

 

“Your first option is this:  You’ll be fed twice a day, and get to sleep on a mattress on the floor, with your collar chained to a bedpost.  Except for the outside work – chopping wood and the like – and serving meals, you won’t have many other chores.  However, in return for these privileges, you won’t be permitted to cum until next Saturday night – eight days from now – when you’ll lose your cherry inside Cunt’s cunt.

 

“Your second option is that, within certain restrictions, you’ll be permitted to cum as often as you want.  The restrictions are that we can still order you not to cum, you will masturbate to orgasm whenever we tell you to, at least one of us must be present whenever you cum, and you will lick up any semen you happen to blow, no matter where it lands.  Even within these restrictions, you will have a minimum of three orgasms per day.  In return for this, you’ll be fed once a day, though we might also give you a snack or two as a special reward.  You’ll sleep outside in your cage, and you’ll do all Cunt’s chores – that’s all the cooking and kitchen cleaning – in addition to your own.”

 

Oh, Hell, it was a no-brainer for me.  I nodded emphatically when she was finished, indicating my preference for the second option.  Just about then,  Susan appeared from the kitchen, leading the crawling Cunt by her leash.

 

“You give her the choices?” Dominique asked, adding, “And?…” when Susan nodded.

 

“Just what we thought.  She’s such a slut!” Susan giggled.

 

“Him, too.  So, why don’t you start off showing Cunt new duties, while I explain things to this slut?”

 

I watched as Cunt’s entire body turned bright red in embarrassment, Susan leading her down the hall to the bathroom.

 

“Cunt was given choices as well.  Since nobody bothered to bring toilet paper, she’s offered to serve as its replacement.  It was either that or lose her virginity to a dog.  You should thank her when you get the chance, because if her decision had gone the other way, we would have been using your face, lips and tongue as toilet paper.”  She let her words settle in my brain for a moment, giving me a chance to understand what she was saying.  When the look of comprehension came across my face, she continued.  “Her  goal is becoming a cheerleader, so it was a matter of her choosing which option was the least disgusting for her.  Not like you, with your brain between your legs.  We always knew what your decision would be.  Now, come here so I can get that ball out of your mouth.”

 

I crawled closer to Dominique, tilting my head forward so she could unstrap the gag.  I moved my jaws back and forth, trying to alleviate the ache from having them forced so widely open for so long, wondering at the same time why she was suddenly being almost nice to me.  I didn’t have to wait long to find out.  Cunt came crawling back out, a look of disgust on her face.  She stopped in the middle of the room, the leash dragging behind her.

 

“Kneel upright, both of you,” Dominique ordered.  “Crawl towards each other on your knees, hands behind your back.  Cunt, spread your legs wider so Slut can get real close.”  We both shuffled closer, until my knees were touching the insides of her thighs and her nipples were brushing against my chest.

 

“Now, both of you lean forward and give each other a big kiss.  Come on, we want to see lots of tongue action there.”

 

As our mouths intertwined, I could taste Susan’s ass, but I still kissed hungrily, my lips taking hers inside them as our tongues wrestled.  I gently bit her lower lip, causing her to emit a low moan of lust, and her whole body to shudder slightly.  The girls noticed too, and began giggling.

 

“I think Cunt just had another cum.  What a slut!” someone laughed.  “Keep kissing, more tongue.  Let’s see if Slut can get off, too!  Get in closer, Slut, rub that weenie against Cunt and see if you can cum!”

 

The cock cage prevented any significant friction, but that didn’t prevent me from becoming even more aroused or us from giving the girls quite a show.  My hands were all over Cunt’s hot, sexy body, as I rubbed myself against her.  We kissed like fervent lovers, our tongues delving deeply into each other’s mouths, moaning passionately.  I licked at her neck and squeezed her perfect breasts, feeling her shudder through at least two more orgasms, while she nibbled, sucked and licked at my nipples.  My movements became more and more frenzied as I wrapped my legs around her torso, thrusting forward with my encased cock, simulating the sort of sex I’d never had, when finally, my body responded in the only way it knew how.  With virtually no direct stimulation to my cock, I felt my balls welling up and knew it was going to happen.  I exploded inside my leather prison, my entire body shaking as beads of perspiration covered my body from every pore, and I let out a loud groan, finally falling limply to the floor, feeling the semen slowly ooze out over my belly and thighs.  I lay there, exhausted, panting.

 

“Bravo!” the girls cheered, clapping.  I barely noticed the flashes as photos were taken of us, arms and legs askew, covered in the sweat from our faux love-making.

 

“Okay, enough for tonight.  Bedtime, you two lovers.  One last kiss, now.”

 

I rolled over towards Cunt and hungrily kissed her, both of us whispering an exhausted “Thank you” to each other, before we were led by our leashes to our respective sleeping areas.  Mine was a simple steel dog crate out by the smelly garbage pile at the back of the lot, but at least I was able to fall into a semblance of sleep.  I found out later that Cunt got nothing more than a few quick naps, as she was passed from cheerleader to cheerleader that night, forced to perform oral sex on them until they, too, fell asleep.