I woke up in a thick mental haze. My temples were throbbing and my eyes were slowly adjusting to the dim light. I immediately felt the cold, hard floor beneath me, and the piercing steal of the metal handcuffs that constricted around my wrists. I blinked a few times and looked around the small, unfamiliar room that I found myself in.
It was a normal dorm room with small, single bed in one corner and a cheap wooden desk in another. The walls were beige and the laminate flooring was a light brown. The decor was fairly feminine and I didn’t recognize any of the family pictures that adorned the walls. The bed was covered in a purple bedspread and faux fur pillows. The sheer pink curtains were drawn and thick blinds covered the window.
There was, however, something familiar in the room. Three things, actually, three women.
Cami sat on the edge of the bed, one leg crossed over the other. She was on the shorter side, but her legs were long and slender. She wore a tight green halter top that showed off her ample bosom and her slim figure. Her skin tight, cream coloured flowered pencil skirt accented her toned legs and she wore a pair of tan peep toe pumps that revealed her perfectly french manicured toes. Her short, onyx pixie cut was impossibly straight, and a green bow sat atop her headband. Her eyes were hazel and her natural makeup didn’t stand out, but made her clear complexion sing. She smiled at me with her full, pink lips and she wagged her forefoot in my direction, her shoe dangling from her toes.
Ciarra stood leaning against the far wall, staring daggers at me from across the room. Her shining black hair flowed down over her shoulders in thick, full curls. Her charcoal tank top read ‘Billions Of Men, Why Animal Test?’ in white, block letters and her right arm was covered in a colourful full tattoo sleeve that ended at her wrist. She wore a torn pair of dark blue jeans and dirty white sneakers. She wore thick black eyeliner and her blue eyes pierced my soul. Her natural pink lips smirked at me with a devilish plan that only she could know. She had one diamond stud monroe piercing and several piercings lining her ears.
Esme sat at the wooden desk in the corner of the room. Her long, jet black hair was pulled into a messy bun atop her head and her eyes were dark and smoky with thick, ink black lashes and a dark, blood red gloss stained her pouty lips. She wore a long sleeved ebony top with a raven embroidered on the left shoulder. Her black cargo pants were loose on her curvy hips and held up by an obsidian colored belt, studded with tiny metal spikes. She wore a pair of grey combat boots laces all the way up her shin and studded with silvery buttons. Her full, voluptuous figure stood out against the other two, slimmer girls, and her pale white skin was almost blinding. Her dark painted fingernails were chipped and her wore a long silver chain around her neck with a large, purple charm hanging down around her chest.
I had seen them around our college campus over the last year or so, a close group of friends that usually kept to themselves and seemed to always be whispering to each other. I has never spoken to any of them, but I had a strange feeling that was about to change. I looked around again at my surroundings, I was handcuffed to the radiator and sat naked on the floor in front of these three women. I had never even so much as kissed a girl, never mind been naked in front of three of them. I started to panic as I realized my situation and began to pull at my restraints.
“What-what in the fuck…what’s going on? What happened, where the hell am I?” I stammered, trying to pull my wrists free to no avail. Ciarra looked up at me with her scowl and I finally heard her elusive voice.
“It doesn’t matter what happened, Bitch. You’re stuck here now and you’re going to be our good little pet for the rest of spring break.” Her voice was low and dominating, a slight growl behind a quiet vocal fry. “Don’t even bother trying to get free. Those handcuffs hold without fail, you’ll never squirm your way out, though, it’s fun to watch you squirm either way.” Her grin sent a shiver down my spine and I pressed my back against the radiator just to create a few extra inches of space between her and I. In all the moments I had crossed paths with Ciarra on campus I had never seen anything close to a smile on her face, and now, I wish I still hadn’t.
“What the hell! Why am I here? Help! Somebody help me!” I cried out, fighting against my cuffs. Ciarra snickered while Cami and Esme just shook their heads.
“There’s no point in screaming, either. It’s spring break, almost the entire campus is gone.” Cami explained. “You’re in my room, and Ciarra and Esme’s rooms are on either side. Nobody is ever going to hear you.”
“Now, now,” Esme chimed in “Don’t discourage him. I love hearing a good puppy scream.” She smiled at me with an evil glare that made my heart thump in my chest.
I looked back and forth at these women, wondering how they got me here and what they planned on doing with me. Why was I naked? Why handcuff me? Were they going to use me as some kind of sex slave? My heart was pounding and I admit for a moment the thought of three women using me to pleasure them for a week didn’t sound as bad as it could have. But, I had no idea what they were truly going to do to me.
“Enough talk.” Ciarra took a few quick steps toward me and I cowered in my corner in fear. She crouched down and put her hands on the wall on either side of me, leaning in intimidatingly. “You belong to us now! Chained up and at our disposal, just the way men were meant to be kept. Scream and cry and beg all you want, but you better obey every single fucking command we give you or you’ll be sorry.” She hissed. I nodded for fear of repercussions, and she stood and made her way back to her place on the far wall.
“So…what are you going to do to me?” I asked sheepishly. That was when Cami finally stood up and stepped in front of me. She slipped off one of her shoes and pressed her forefoot to my chest. She pushed me back against the wall and I looked down at her perfect feet. Her skin was glittered with a sparkling lotion, making her feet soft and supple. Her toenails were painted with a delicate nude pink and pure white french tips with tiny white flower decals.
“Kiss them.” She said. I looked up at her in confusion. “Kiss!” She demanded again, pushing her silky sole against my face and hammering the back of my head against the wall. I pressed my lips to the bottom of her foot as she demanded and she released me. She took a step back and sat on the desk chair that Esme had dragged over for her. Ciarra produced a basin of warm water, a small box of foot care products and set them down in front of Cami’s feet.
Esme slipped behind me and uncuffed my wrists. I massaged the sore spots on my hands and sighed in relief. Before I could see what was happening, Esme wrapped a spiked dog collar around my neck and attached it to the radiator. I clutched at the collar but Ciarra slapped my hands away with a long, metal ruler. I knew that if I struggled I would be punished, so I sat in silence at Cami’s feet.
“Wash them.” She commanded, sitting before me. I felt so used, so helpless. I couldn’t just sit here in this room with these women and allow myself to be humiliated this way.
“I, please. Just, let me go, I won’t say anything.” I assured them, shaking my head. Cami’s smile turned to a disappointed scowland she leaned forward, her face close to mine.
“Wash. Them.” Her cleavage was so close to my face and her scent was so pleasant, I felt a slight twitch in my groin. But I was determined that this wasn’t the day I would become someone’s slave.
“No. This is humiliating and ridiculous. Take this off of me!” I shouted. Within a single second Esme and Ciarra were holding me by the arms. They were much stronger than I would have imagined. I struggled against their grasp but I couldn’t move. Suddenly, the room went dark and my vision was blocked by Cami’s ample breasts. She grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face into her firm chest. Her breasts were massive and soft and I sunk deep down into her cleavage and soon realized I couldn’t breathe. I tried to pull away but they were all too strong. Her tits suffocated me and I gasped for air with no success. It felt as though she was trying to kill me, cutting off my air supply and making my suffer. Just as I began to lose consciousness, Cami pulled my head away and I sucked in a huge breath of air. I looked up at her malicious grin and trembled in fear.
“Ready to be my good boy now?” Cami asked, stroking my hair. I nodded without hesitation and my camptors released me. “There’s my little bitch. Now. Wash them.” She held her feet out and with a defeated sigh, I slipped the basin of water underneath her feet. She gently placed her feet in the water and Ciarra handed me an exfoliating stone from the box of supplies. I did what was demanded of me. I pumiced her heels, washing and scrubbing her delicate feet, feeling the wet, smooth skin along her soles. I dabbed them dry with the fluffy towel provided to me and then I rummaged through the box to find a tube of glittery moisturizing lotion. I massaged the cream into her feet, kneading her high arch and applying tiny circular kneads into her soles with my thumbs. I rubbed every inch of her perfect feet with the lotion and left them both impossibly soft and sparkling.
When I had finished, Cami lifted one foot into the air, just inches from my face. The look on her face made it clear what she wanted. I bent down and kissed the top of her foot, stroking her calf like a slave tending to his Queen. I kissed each toe, hoping to please her and prevent another smothering session. I kissed all over her smooth sole and pecked at her silky, round heel. Her feet were so clean and fresh, I gently licked all the way up her arch, and took her big toe into my mouth. She was so clean and perfect, deserving of the worship she had forced on me.
“You really are a pretty little slave girl aren’t you?” She taunted, rubbing her toes over my lips. The sparkling of her skin was gorgeous and regal and I couldn’t help but admire her forcefulness. I nodded, continuing to massage and kiss at her angel feet. “Say it.” She demanded. “I want to hear you say it.”
“I, um. I’m your slave.” I attempted to lessen my humiliation. Cami was having none of it.
“You are my pretty slave girl! Say it!” She hollered. I stared at the ground and said nothing, afraid of what might happen if I gave in to her ridiculous fantasy, but just as fearful of what she would do to me for disobeying her. “Fine then. We will just have to turn you into a pretty little girl.”
Cami smirked, and as if she had anticipated Cami’s desires, Esme produced a tote bag which she placed next to the chair on the floor. Cami pulled out a bubblegum pink chemise, sheer and clingy with white feathers along the bottom. She stepped toward me with a devilish smile and pulled it over my head. I struggled to get away, hiding in the corner and shielding myself with my arms. Esme and Ciarra grabbed me once again, holding my arms out and taunting me.
“You asked for it, dirty little cunt.”
“You’d think you would learn your lesson.”
Cami pulled the chemise over my head and even against my struggling, managed to pull it down over my torso. She then pulled a handful of makeup from the bag and knelt in front of me. I sat there, still and humiliated as she painted my face like a doll. She coloured my lips in a bright pink gloss and covered my cheeks in a generous amount of rosy rouge. My face was already pink with shame but the blush covered my flushed cheeks. I pulled away only to be held by her two accomplices, held in place as I struggled being covered in makeup and tears. She smeared a violet purple eyeshadow over my eyelids, blending and swiping as if I were to be put on display. She then gently applied a thick layer of black mascara to my lashes and outlined my eyes with a charcoal eyeliner. Esme pulled a pink feather boa from the bag and Cami wrapped it playfully around my neck, covering my collar. I fought against the grasp that held me, pulling my face away from Cami’s coloured brush, but it was no use. They held me down, makeup smeared across my face as I trembled and shifted in their clutches. Then, the last touch, a pair of white ruffled panties. Cami pulled them from the bag and looked at me with malice. She handed them to me and to complete my degradation, made me slip them on myself.
“Do it. Put them on and be my perfect, pretty little slut.” I shook my head, tears rolling down my pink cheeks, black streaming down my face. Cami looked displeased, and with a snap of her fingers, her accomplices were holding me back against the wall again. I screamed and fought but soon my painted face was buried once more in Cami’s ample cleavage.
I gasped and tried to back away, but she held my head close and compressed my face as hard as she could. I lost myself in her chest, struggling for breath. I saw nothing but darkness, tiny glittering stars twinkling against a black backdrop. It felt like minutes were passing, though seconds was more probable. I choked and heaved, fearing I would soon be unconscious. It was in that moment that I realized, there was no use fighting back, I belonged to them. My arms went limp in their hands, my body drooped forward against Cami and soon, she released me from her mammary prison.
“Ready to be my pretty little girl now, sweety?” Cami asked with a sweet smile, stroking my hair with care.
“Yes.” I whispered, swallowing hard.
“Yes, what?” Cami prompted.
“Y-yes, Miss. I’m your pretty little slave girl.” I whimpered.
There I knelt, made up and dressed as the sissy girl that they wanted. I was utterly disgraced and felt tears well behind my eyes. I fought them back and looked up to see Cami sitting in front of me once more. I finally complied. I sat on the hard ground and took the frilly panties. I pulled them around my feet and dragged them all the way up my legs. I crawled to my knees and pulled them up until I was the perfect, obedient sissy slave that Cami had wanted me to be.
“Now, tell me what a worthless little princess you are. And don’t stop until I’m satisfied.” She snickered, waving her clean, soft feet in front of me. I took a deep breath, gritted my teeth, and submitted.
“I-I am your pretty, worthless princess. I am a dirty girl, a pretty slave. I will do whatever my Mistress asks and I will be completely obedient.” I looked at her, hoping that this was enough to satisfy her sadistic lust. She said nothing. “I am helpless to you, I will forever worship your Goddess feet and kneel in front of you and be your footstool. I am nothing, my Queen.” As the words flowed from my lips, I realized that I truly believed them.
“Continue.” She smirked.
“I am a worthless little sissy bitch!” I cried out, bowing down at her feet and kissing her toes. “I will be your filthy slave girl and worship and serve you until the day I die, my Queen! I am yours to use and abuse and torture and suffocate. I will bow down to you and be yours. Forever.”
My heart was beating fast and I felt my cock twitch as I heard her titter. I looked up into her eyes as she looked down at me with a devilish grin.
“Mmmm. Now that’s a good puppy.” She giggled. She was finally satisfied with her control over me. Perhaps I was finished, perhaps they would let me go.
“Are…are you satisfied, my Queen?” I kissed the top of her foot again and when I looked up I saw Esme standing to Cami’s right side. She had removed her clothing and was now wearing a black leather bra and had a large, black strap-on dildo tied around her hips. She stared down at me with a look of lust and desire that made me shiver. She grasped her girthy toy that stood straight out at her pelvis, stroking it lightly and playfully as I watched in horror. Her smile was menacing yet frightfully sweet. I crawled backwards until I was once again pressed against the corner in which I was leashed. I looked up at Cami, and the words that she spoke next still haunt my mind.
“Well, I am…you’re turn Esme.”
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