Lying on my side in the cage, i heard light footsteps on the wooden stairs. The wire door was opened, and I felt the leash being attached to the ring in my leather collar.
"Out slave!" Mistress Black Canary commanded.
While on my hands and knees, i was forced like a puppy dog to follow Her. The dark-skinned lady led me to where i'd shot my load onto the tile floor. Pushing my head toward the pool of cum, she ordered me to "Lap it up slave!" The salty taste stuck on my tongue until the floor was dry. "Swallow it slave!" It sure didn't taste like beer.
After that, Mistress led me over to where She sat on a chair. She laughed uproariously. "I told you Dano, that you'd be naked and on your knees in front of me!"
My reddened face was all the satisfaction She needed. Submissively i looked up at her, as i licked the cum from the corners of my mouth.
Slap!..."Keep your eyes down slave!" My faced burned. "Don't look me in the face unless I order you!"
"Yes Mistress," i whispered.
Slap!..."I can't hear you slave!"
"Yes Mistress!"
"Now, let me explain a few things to you." Keeping my eyes down, i remained silent.
"I am a professional night club singer. That's how I got the name, 'Black Canary'. I have sung in clubs in Chicago, New Orleans and Miami. My dream gig is Vegas. My agent is working on that." Having seen ads about her when she'd appear in local shows, i knew what she said was spot on, although i'd never heard her sing.
"Now, about Frank, he is my paid body guard. He comes with me everywhere. One asshole in New Orleans jumped on stage and tried to grab my butt. Frank was on him in a flash and security ejected him in quick fashion. He is also my assistant, as you have discovered first hand."
A sarcastic laugh ensued. "I love it when he manhandles you slave!" The vixen enjoyed humiliating me.
"And slave!...You will address Frank as 'Sir'. Do you understand?"
Keeping my eyes down i answered quickly, "Yes Mistress."
"Now about my close friends, Red Bird, Grey Squirrel and Yellow Swallow." I hadn't met the last lady She mentioned. Reading my mind, Mistress explained. "Yellow Swallow is a petite Korean, who loves to swallow cum. Hence her name. I raised my eyebrows. "She's bi and a switch. She's comfortable with men or women, and she can take a whipping as well as give one."
Hearing this, one of my favorite fantasies is brought mind: to be totally dominated by a group of women.
Mistress informed me the reason all of their names are bird related. It was just a natural progession that began with her own nickname.
"Now!" She said as She pulled the leash up tight. "Let's set a few rules for you slave! You will sleep here, which means you need to move out of your apartment, and put your funiture in storage. You may sell it all off eventually. Occasionally, if you've been a good slave, I may allow you to sleep on the floor beside my bed."
"Yes Mistress."
"Most of the time around the house you will be clothed in only those red panties. I will take you back to Amy's so you can buy more." She laughed out loud." I am sure Carole would love to see you again."
My face reddened. "Yes Mistress."
"Now," She said in a happier tone of voice, "to celebrate your new status as My live-in slaveboy, we should go out to a restaurant for dinner." Since that was a declaration and not a question, i kept silent. "Would you like that slave?"
My ears heard a question. "Ah, yes Mistress!" Then i felt her hands run through my black hair and lift my face upward. Her gleaming brown eyes penetated my own.
"Very well then. You may come upstairs, shower, and we'll give you your clothes to wear."
"Yes Mistress," i said in a gleeful tone.
Promptly, she led me up the stairs by the leash with me on all fours. ( i was told that i'd be led in this fashion anywhere in the house) i had exactly twenty minutes to shower, use the bathroom and be in the living room ready to go. i wouldn't like the consequences if i was late!
Accomplishing that order, Mistress, who was dressed in an off-white gossamer button down blouse and cherry-colored tight-clinging slacks that showed off her well-rounded derriere magnificently, ordered me to bend over so that my forehead was touching the floor, and my butt was pointing toward the ceiling. In short order i felt my butt-cheeks parting. A hard, rounded object was being forced into my anus. Grunting , my ass was soon filled with the ten inch plug. Then ordering me back up, She threw me the same red panties i'd worn earlier. "Put'em on!" They once again felt tight around my genitels, but what really made me uncomfortable was the intruding butt-plug under the frilly undies.
"Ah don't you look cute slave," she mocked as she snapped the waistband of the panties. "But I have something else for you!"
She walked over to the upholstered sofa, and picked up a plaid garment that was resting on one of the arms. She brought it to where i was standing and held it up to my waist. "Ah yes," she exclaimed. "I want to have access to cock and balls at all times."
My eyes widened... A kilt!?
She ordered me to put it on, and stop stalling. Totally embarrassed, i was wondering why i had agreed to all this. Once in place, I was ordered to stand in the middle of the room and model it for us. My tall, lean body must've looked silly with a kilt on. Black Canary and Frank both whistled as I twirled around at Her behest.
Then she told me to put on a buttoned down white shirt with ruffles in front which showed off my chest hair. Frank whistled. "Your slave-slut is looking deliciously inviting. I have a supreme urge to throw him on the floor and fuck him!"
Black Canary laughed out loud. "Down Frank. He can be our dessert later."
Sounded ominous, I thought.
