Collared Ch 04 1

Authors note: This story explores the addictive side of being a Femdom slave. How all inhibitions are set aside and the slave is willing to give up his body and his fortune for a life of slavery at the hands of two beautiful Goddesses. The same two women he has masturbated over many times. All characters depicted in this story are to be considered over eighteen years of age.

Collared CH. 4

My two owners led me out of the tattoo parlor and to Kia's car. The lock on my chastity device clanked on the steel cage surrounding my cock. I was changing my stride to try to lessen the noise.

Jo took the wheel of the car and Kia sat in the front passenger seat.

"Where are we heading, Goddess Jo?"

Kia, who I noticed had my laptop open and was looking over my files.

"We are taking you back to your truck at the club," said Kia while not looking up from my computer.

"You really need to be more careful with your personal information," mumbled Kia, still looking over my files.

"First, you do not have password protection on your computer whatsoever, I easily got into it."

"Second, your various account passwords were on your computer in a file named after random characters, you must have thought that if someone did get into your computer they wouldn't bother looking in that file."

"I get a kick out of the passwords you used on your banks accounts, cable TV, Insurance Company and such, they are all Femdom themes. Humbler28, Whipping123, Gaggingme01!"

"We knew you likely had money, but I was amazed at just how much you are worth, you have been building up quite a portfolio!"

"I've changed all your passwords and now those assets belong to us!"

Now, here is where I should have been shocked and tried to get away from them and call the entire thing off, but I couldn't. They had a force over me that I couldn't explain. They just had sex with me and fulfilled my lifelong fantasy, I could still taste them in my mouth and there was no way I was about to resist them. I was putty in their hands.

I almost blurted out that I had other assets, but I didn't. I didn't know how long I'd be their slave so I knew I'd need a nest egg for a rainy day.

So, I just sat in the back and stayed silent.

Jo pulled into the parking lot and drove to where my truck was.

They gave me back my laptop, phone, and a copy of the signed slave contract.

"See you at the club tomorrow pet." said Kia with a mischievous chuckle.

Then they drove off.

I hit the FOB on my Truck and went to get in, "OWWWEEIEE," I screamed as I lifted my leg and the chastity device tore into my balls, clearly I was going to have to re-learn these simple things.

I finally made it into my truck and the first thing I did was check my emails on my phone. It was the start of my weekend and I didn't have to work that night, but I did need to see if any issues have arisen with my business. The first thing I noticed was that Jo and Kia had changed the screens on both of my devices to sexy pictures of themselves. Just looking at the pictures made my cock harden in its confines

I swirled my tongue in my mouth, feeling the piercing and again savoring the juices of my two owners in my mouth. As I thought back on the events of the day, my cock continued to harden in its confined cage.

I couldn't wait to get home and look at my new body in the mirror.

Then it dawned on me, I haven't eaten all day, my stomach was growling. I knew I had to put my bliss on hold and get something to eat.

I was told that I had to adjust my diet as my tongue piercing started to heal, but none of the food I had at home would work. That meant that I needed to stop at the store on my way home.

There were three Grocery stores on my way home, all three were clients of my Janitorial service. Did I stop at those and be recognized, or should I go out of my way and visit one where they didn't know me?

I decided to go across town to a store where they didn't know me and the chances that I'd have to talk were minimal.

I finally found a place across town that didn't look too busy. I gingerly stumbled out of my truck, grimacing against the pain I was sure I'd endure as my bound cock and balls slid across the seat.

It took a lot of adjustments to my stride, but I finally made it into the store.

I stopped at the Pharmaceutical isle and picked out the topical ointments suggested by the parlor staff to aid the healing process of my tattoo and piercings.

Then I went and picked out some soft foods like applesauce, yogurt, and other loose bland foods. I was over by the baby food isle then I felt a tap on my shoulder.

Then I heard a female voice behind me.

"So, how long have you been pierced and collared?"

I spun around, sure my face was turning red. There I was face to face with an old High school Sweetheart of mine named Wendy, who is about about four inches taller than me. The first thing I saw was her long ponytail and the collar around her neck.

Then she spoke again,

"Hi, nice to see you again, you look like you could use some help!"

I just stood there at first, unable to speak, then I finally stammered out,

"I have no idea what you mean," I sheepishly replied, and not too convincingly at that.

Wendy grabbed my collar and read the inscription.

"Oh, lucky boy, you have two owners, I suspected that you were a submissive when we were dating but I never said anything."

"Is that why you broke up with me then," I asked.

"Nope, it's because I'm a submissive as well, and I also happen to be gay!!"

"Again, you look like you could use some help," she said, a calmness in her voice seemed to put me at ease.

"Ahh, y-y-yes, a-a-a-all I can get, I'm new to this, I was just collared this morning."

"Well, welcome to sub-land, I've been collared for about ten years now and my female owner and I couldn't be happier."

Since she was a little taller than me, I could see right into her mouth, her tongue piercing was glistening while she spoke. If I hadn't actually seen the piercing I would have never known it was there, her speech wasn't affected at all by it.

She looked into my cart and then into my mouth,

"So, how many new piercings did you get today?"

I paused, doing a quick inventory,

"Five total," was my reply, thinking to myself if that was right or not.

Then with certainty,

"Five total!"

Then all of a sudden, she grabbed my crotch.

"Ooooo, I see you are in chastity, any more surprises down there?"

I was somewhat taken aback by how casually she grabbed my groin and she spoke.

I instinctively moved forward and spread my legs, grimacing at her touch. I took a quick look around to see if anyone was listening, luckily I didn't see anyone.

I should have jumped back at her assault on my privates, but instead I moved forward, subconsciously encouraging her touch.

"You're a natural submissive, I knew it? And judging by the cage they have you in, still as endowed as I remember!"

"So where are they?"

I looked puzzled at her.

"Where are your piercings?"

I found myself whispering,

"I got a PA piercing, a ring in my balls, my tongue," I said moving it around as if to display.

"Both nipples," then I whispered, "and they also tattooed the side of my cock."

I couldn't believe how I felt at ease with her. Then she grabbed my collar again and read it again.

"This Jo and Kia, did they give you a slave name yet?"

"They are calling me OC, whatever that means!"

"Wendy chuckled, well, that's original!"

Then she laughed some more. I just looked at her puzzled.

"I guess I don't get the joke!"

"You are the fifth slave named OC that I have met, and you are the third male, and I've also met two females."

I must have had a blank look on my face.

"For the guys it means 'owned cock', the gals it's 'owned cunt', not really that original, your owners must be new at this!"

"Do you mind if I have a look at what you are buying?"

I made a hand motion over my cart and if saying, "Be my guest!"

Wendy looked everything over.

"Those artists are good at what they do, but their ideas on healing leave a lot to be desired."

"Would you mind if I made some suggestion?"

"Absolutely," I said.

Wendy took out her phone and pressed a key, undoubtedly whoever she was calling was on speed dial.

"Hello, is Phil working today?"

Then she paused as she waited.

"Phil, this is Wendy, I have another newbie, can you prepare the usual, and I think I still have some refills left on my prescription!"

She paused again, then put her hand over her phone.

"Phil is a Pharmacist and a Sub as well, he understands the healing process better than anyone I know! He's had many, many tattoos and piercings himself."

"What's that?" Wendy was talking on her phone again.

"A half hour will be fine, see you then...."

She put her phone back in her purse.

"I'm hungry, I'll bet you are too."

I just gave her a look and motioned to my cart containing soft food.

"Oh, that's right, I have an idea, right across from the Pharmacy is a restaurant that serves food conducive to the diet required for the healing process of tongue piercings!"

"Yes, it's called Sub-Way!"

It was a voice I didn't recognize, then Wendy and another women about her height and age started chuckling!!

Windy then turned to me,

"OC, this is my Sub-sister Francine, we both are owned by the same mistress."

"Francine, this is OC, he was just collared today!"

"Pleased to meet you said Francine holding back laughter!"

"Yes, another OC, some owners have no imagination," said Wendy.

"I know him, we used to date, get a load of what he's packing!!"

Wend took Francine's hand and led it to my crotch.

Francine instantly started fondling me through my pants.

"You had this and you still turned gay," Francine said while handling my manhood, not paying any attention to the grimace on my face.

"Oh, what's this," said Francine feeling the ring through my balls.

That touch made me yelp and attracted the attention of the others in the store. Francine let go and tried to act like nothing was happening.

"Now that you have had your fun, we need to get going."

We walked a short distance to a small diner and took a booth. Wendy and Francine sat across from me. Soon the waitress came to take our order. There we were, the three of us, all wearing collars. The waitress acted like she didn't notice.

"Francine and I will have the Burger Special," said Wendy.

"And for your friend?"

"He'll have a soft food platter."

"Show her," said Wendy motioning to me.

"Show her your tongue!!"

I sheepishly stuck out my tongue and moved the tip around to show off the jewel I had in my mouth.

"I'll put these in for you," said the waitress as she walked away.

"So, how did you two become sister slaves," I asked, feeling now like I've known both of them for years.

They told me how they met at a BDSM crunch and were approached by an older rich women who took both of them as slaves. It was quite a story and as they talked I could feel my cock hardening in my cage.

Then they asked how I met my two owners, the two looked at each other and smiled as I told them the whole story about being caught ogling over beautiful women while working out and how they got someone to make videos of me jacking off in the club shower afterwards.

Then we started talking about Femdom contracts and that mine included provisions of Findom or Financial domination.

"Just a word to the wise," said Francine.

"I know a few guys that had a provision like that and they were left penny-less when their Mistress kicked them to the street afterward."

"We won't tell you what to do," added Wendy, but the smart thing to do is to let the Mistress, or in this case, Mistresses, think they have control of everything, but keep some assets hidden for that possible rainy day!"

That got the wheels rolling in my head, they were right. A lot of ideas started popping in my head. I had an accountant for the business and he was my only real friend. I had confessed to him that I was a submissive, I know he can help me hide assets.

Our food arrived, as Wendy and Francine gored themselves on Burgers and fries, I had Luke-warm clear soup, tempered applesauce and bland mashed potatoes.

As we ate, the two of them volunteered to help answer any questions I might have and help me understand my training, being kind of like my submissive sponsors. We shared contact information and the two of them told me many stories about their mutual servitude to their older rich widowed Mistress.

Wendy's phone chimed and she looked at it,

Wendy started gathering up her things. "Phil has the stuff ready, let's go!"

The next half hour was very strange, we walked into the Pharmacy, Wendy had me pay for the medicines then she and Francine led me into the rest room.

Before I knew it, my pants were at my ankles and the two submissive women started studying my "new" body. Eventually they focused on my bound cock.

"We'll need him slightly hard so we can get access to the tattooed area," Wendy said to Francine.

Wendy opened a few of the packages and Francine went to her knees and sucked my balls into her mouth. She started working her tongue on the ring. The whole action started my cock to swell.

"There," said Wendy, "that should be enough."

Francine went back to her feet and Wendy started administering some suave past the wires of the cage and she started swabbing the tip and sides of my penis. She finished things off by spraying my genitals with an antiseptic spray.

Francine was impressed by the size of my penis while Wendy gave her a pleasing look of 'I told you so' with a mischievous smile.

Then they focused on the ring through my balls, then the two of them gasped.

"Have you really looked at your cock cage," asked Wendy.

"No, I was going to do that when I got home."

"Have your owners let on that anything was different about it?"

"No, not really," I responded, "Why?"

They held up my balls enough for me to see the base of my cock in the mirror.

"Do you see this black rectangular thing, right here," said Francine pointing to a small black box.

"This sucker is electric!!"

"W-w-what does that mean," I stammered recognizing that these women seemed slightly alarmed.

"It means that they can remotely zap your balls whenever they want, did you feel any of that after they put it on you?"

"Well no, maybe they don't know what it is," I said as wishful thinking.

"I doubt it," said Wendy, "my bet is that they are saving it for the right time."

Now, I have experimented with electricity on my genitals, but I always had control of it. My thoughts were interrupted by Francine.

"Looky here Wendy, the thought of getting zapped at his owners discretion has his cock swelling in the cage again!!"

The ache in my crotch told me they were right, I instinctively pulled at my pants in shame but Wendy stopped me.

"No need to be embarrassed, beside you better get used to it. The way your owners have decorated you, they certainly intend to show you off!"

"You may find that you enjoy it," interjected Francine.

I had experimented with electro torture with a few toy I'd bought, but I always had full control over when the pulses would come, I often fantasized about would it would feel like if I wasn't expecting it.

A knock on the door told us it was time to leave. The two women kissed me on the cheek and we went our separate ways.

Luckily I didn't have to work that night so I drove home to try and get some sleep. I just tossed and turned, excited about what my life was going to be, the cage around my cock was uncomfortable, but not anything I couldn't get used to in time.

I did finally dose off for a while, but was awaken when my morning wood painfully strained against its confines.

I got up, gargled with the special mouthwash the Pharmacist gave me and treated my piercings with a topical suave.

As is my normal morning routine, I went to my laptop and checked the activity on my debit and credit cards. That's when I noticed that my two new owners have been busy. The timeline of purchases started right after I was dropped off at the salon and continued through the evening. There were on-line purchases at sex shops and local purchases at several clothing stores.

Most people would have been angry, but for me it was a huge turn-on. I couldn't wait to see these two beautiful women in what they just acquired, and the sex toys, the thought of what they were and what they were going to go with them had my cock swelling even more.

I drove to the club and parked in the lot. Then I felt a strange tingling sensation in my balls and my phone made a strange sound I hadn't heard before. The message on the screen said, 'Remote device activated.' Then electrical pulses surged through my bound genitals. My phone message said, 'self-test activated.'

Then five powerful electrical pulses surged through my groin at two second intervals, each stronger than the one before. I had to put my hand in front of my mouth to keep from screaming out. The surges stopped and my phone message read, 'Self-test complete.'

I sat there for a minute collecting my thoughts, then I decided to walk in and get my hour workout started. I checked in and headed to the locker room, I was stopped in my tracks by a powerful surge of electricity through my balls that had me bound over in pain.

Then I heard some laughing off to the side of me, there were my two new owners each with a remote control in their hands. Then one at a time they pointed their remotes at my groin and pushed the button again. As I was bent over in pain they walked over to me and Kia whispered in my ear,

"Eyes to yourself on the floor today pervert, got it," she pushed the button as a way of punctuating what she just said.

"Yes Goddess Kia," was my bent over grunted reply.

I went into the locker room and found a secluded area where I could change without anyone noticing my locked genitals or my piercings.

I walked up to the floor and got on my usual elliptical machine.

I put on my headphones and entered my own little world as I started the machine. I kept my eyes to myself and was obvious to the others working out.

That is, until Kia took the stair stepper in front of me and facing away, then Jo took a bike facing me.

Kia leaned forward her shapely ass pointing right at me. Her shorts caught in her crack, exposing her cheeks. I must have been staring because I suddenly felt a stinging in my balls, buckling my knees. I had all to do to keep my balance.

Then I looked over to Jo, who held up the remote and mouthed the words, 'keep your eyes to yourself!'

In the hour of my workout I was zapped at least ten times, Jo seemed to really be enjoying herself. Then she got off her bike and walked past me, whispering,

"Now that was fun, I need to get more toys like this," she said holding up the remote.

"Meet us in the Coffee Shop when you are done, we've got another full day planned!"

To be continued....