"Tummy in, foofoo, don't slouch!" Nikki chided. Her scolding for show, and more than a little ironic, given her austere feed regime for her house-pet and his ensuing leanness. "Whatever will Mistress Verity think of the pet's deportment and the standards I keep. Head up, tummy in, back arched, bottie and toes high, showing off his pretty new toenail art and display the cocklet for merriment; it really isn't difficult!"
Observing the interchange intently, Verity giggled at the extra tinkling coming from foofoo's many shaming-bells, seeking further unwanted attention for their source, just as was intended; for seen, and most definitely heard, were Nikki's wishes for her shy bashful house-pet.
For those of keen hearing, the bells were momentarily joined by a barely audible snivel of indignation at the gratuitous reprimand. Nonetheless, knowing any sign of petulance would do him no good, foofoo continued his slow revolving on the small coffee table in tight circles before his audience, gradually recovering after the prolonged cold shower Nikki had made him take to intentionally shrink his cock as much as possible for supreme humiliation in front of Verity.
Head raised and eyes front, masking his chattering teeth, foofoo presented his best attempt at a Vegas showgirl-type smile, catching glimpses of shared mirth between Nikki and Verity as he rotated. At his rear his freshly waxed and painted toes complete with white daisies were pointed skyward, meaning his revolutions were propelled by already sore knees and his palms. Every ten rotations, as instructed, he switched from pointing his toes to splaying his toes and then back to pointed toes after the next ten turns, which at least helped with preventing cramps, if not his dignity.
"I must apologise for the distraction Verity, I rarely have to raise my voice with him but foofoo is somewhat coltish today, I can't think why!" Nikki flashed a smirk at her friend, who rolled her eyes in response.
"Now where was I, oh yeah, I was telling you, as you can clearly see, I think foofoo's little penis must have stopped growing after day one of his becoming a teenager. But despite its inadequacy, it's for the best, the little thing is his greatest weakness, especially when he gets all worked up, all dumb and horny, and I just say no, not today or even this month to him. It's quite hilarious, he doesn't know what to do with himself, gets quite emotionally fraught over it but ultimately it leaves him in greater awe of my severity." Nikki shrugged, beaming. "Besides, look how adorably harmless his junk looks out of his cage, bared to us, limp, tiny, and rouged. I can't be one hundred percent certain, but I'd say in the years since I've had him caged, what started small has gotten even smaller. His ever-smaller cages attest to shrinkage, atrophy, or something along those lines, right foofoo?"
"WHMPR!" answered shrilly, dismayed; his big smile faltered through nearly a full rotation. By the time he came round face to face with his onlookers again, he managed only a wavering grimace.
"Poor pet," Nikki smirked without the slightest hint of sincerity.
"Love it, love it!" Verity exclaimed gleefully, looking alternating back and forth between Nikki and the comical sight of the rotating, naked foofoo and his ever-changing toes, wondering what kind of guy would submit to doing such a thing.
Struggling to turn his grimace back to a big cheesy smile, foofoo continued to rotate and tinkle, warmer but now discombobulated by the idea of suffering atrophy to the family jewels. His biggest concern during the thrill of the early days serving Nikki had been over how she restricted his access to his own cock; so, the loss of his favourite toy had been his concern, rather than fears of shrinkage. Chastity, tease, denial, and even his virginity, were all wrapped up in the exhilarating complexities of his coming to terms with his beta-sexuality and thus being a service-orientated submissive towards women.
To be utterly chaste, however, was a whole other ball game and not something he'd anticipated nor welcomed at all. It had been well over a year now since Nikki had permitted him an orgasm due to his infringement of her beta-line directive when he'd nearly bumped into Verity accidentally and as a result been caught inadvertently looking up at her, his gaze trapped by her beauty and his feelings for her. He knew as a male sub not to pin his hopes too high on the frequency of his orgasms, but he couldn't help but think the nickname that Brad, Nikki's boyfriend, used for him of 'The Monk', had become all too accurate!
"You know what guys are like Verity, when they get lucky, and start going regular with someone, wanking takes a back seat for something way better." Nikki opined. "That switching from burgers to fillet steak never happened with foofoo, he kept wanking himself silly, raising women up on a pedestal, fascinated by them, desiring them from afar, getting infatuated crushes, and so on but never getting anywhere. Much like he has with you!"
"Nikki!" Verity giggled, her cheeks reddening a little.
"Soz, couldn't resist!" Nikki flashed a grin. "You see when we met, when foofoo, his little nub leading the way no doubt, came to the rescue of my broken heel and out of the blue he discovered a shot of courage for once, disclosing his fascinating proposal of further service to me; well, it at first surprised me, then intrigued and ultimately inspired me. Obvs, never having to lift a finger about the house ever again appealed but it grew into more than that, his virginity amused me, his bashfulness around me too. Something dormant within me had been awakened."
Pausing, looking over at the rotating naked man on her coffee table Nikki smiled, recalling fondly the circumstances that had led to her present lifestyle of ruling the roost. Continuing, she turned away from foofoo, back to Verity and shared, "I've probably told you some of this previously but for completeness, I researched things, using terms foofoo had expressed like 'femdom' and abbreviations I'd never heard of before but had noted down on my phone as he talked, terms such as 'cfnm', 'cbt' and 'sph'; making discoveries I liked and others that I did not. I quizzed him at length too, discovering he is the sort that would rather be told what to do, especially by women, finding obedience easier, and a turn-on. That's how and when my Mistress Nikki persona developed and as it did, I realised I would take him up on his proposal; but my way, using my own rules and ideas; zero input from him once we got going; and certainly no 'topping from below' as it's called. I had next to no interest in catering to his wank-bank fantasies beyond things that made life either easier or enjoyable for me. It led to a series of frank conversations between us before I ultimately set him his circumcision challenge with the final warning that there would be no safe words, no consideration to his thoughts on matters once started; and lo and behold, here we are. Needless to say, he passed with flying colours, turning up at my door a few weeks later, having done the deed of getting himself tided up down there and thereby earning himself a new life, a new name; and his happy ever after, living as my take on a modern-day Cinderella."
"He does look a very smiley boy," Verity joked.
"Doesn't he just!" Nikki laughed. "Looking back, I think his brain must have gone into autopilot, the brain in his pants taking over as he lapped up what I was telling him. I've been working on his subjugation ever since. His is a life without decisions now, he has only to provide obedient, pleasing service without hesitation to earn his keep. I've even removed the burden of his cock thinking for him, along with the wearing of any pants. I decide what's good for him, what he needs, and he blindly complies."
