"Ding!"
A new email hit Adam's phone midway through the Friday morning status meeting. He furtively glanced down. "The Collective?" he thought to himself. "Who's that? Probably some more spam. DELETE." His attention turned back to the next office drone reporting on his go-dos. He had become grumpy and jaded. His cock had been locked in a steel cage for two weeks come tomorrow.
"Adam!" The sharp call of the project leader's voice cut through the air and snapped his attention back to his work. Carol. Until the Mistresses Kristen and Katie came into his life, he swore she was the most evil bitch he had met.
Adam updated the status of his tasks, slightly embarrassed at being caught without paying attention. He endured the rest of the meeting and started mentally running out the clock on the work week. His phone went off again, and again "The Collective" was demanding his attention. Skeptically, he opened it.
"Adam, We don't like being ignored."
"What the fuck?!" Adam came close to saying aloud.
"You have been serving your wife well. She will be requiring your presence at an event of ours tonight. You will be there. You will be on time. You will represent your Mistress well. Who knows? Your cock may even get let out. And don't ever ignore our emails again. We don't like it."
Adam stood up and glanced around the room over top of his cube. Was he being watched? He slammed his laptop shut, scurried out of the office and sped home.. He bolted up the stairs in time and saw his wife. He started to speak, but was cut off.
"So you finally checked your email? Clothes off. Then you're helping me get ready. We've got a big night tonight."
"What's go-?"
Again he was cut off. "You'll see. And hurry up, you don't want to be late."
As Adam quickly stripped down to his cage, his wife lay face down on the bed. "I need lotion," Mistress Kristen stated matter of factly. Adam correctly interpreted this as an order and knelt on the bed and massaged lotion into his wife's back. Once done, she flipped over and elegantly presented her right leg toward Her slave.
Adam pressed her leg against to the side of his face. He loved Mistress legs. He took his time rubbing the lotion into her gorgeous legs. She purred as he loving and firmly stroked her foot. He repeated this labor of love on her other leg, enjoying her long, smooth, sexy legs. Once finished, he moved on to her stomach and her full, perky breasts.
"Enough fun for now," Kristen quipped as she stood up.
She walked toward the dresser as Adam noticed his cock filling his cage. Mistress Kristen opened her drawer, pulling out a black lace garter belt and accompanying stockings. She fastened the garter belt and handed Adam the stockings. She again raised her foot to him. Without needing a command, Adam encased one leg, then the other in a smooth nylon stocking. Kristen stood staring at him until he dropped to his knees and fastened the garters. Mistress Kristen donned a black lace bra, then commanded Adam to fetch her new dress from the closet.
Adam retrieved red dress he had never seen on her. She stepped into it and he zipped it for her. She fetched his favorite 4" heels and allowed Adam to put them on her. Adam was blown away. The dress looked amazing on her. She showed ample cleavage and the skirt was about average length, but loose fitting. Very easy to pull up and show her stockings. She was ready to go, but he stood nearly naked. "What shall I wear Mistress?"
"Your outfit is in your nightstand drawer."
Adam skeptically opened the drawer to see just a ball gag, leather wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs, and a collar. A question popped into his head, but his brain pulled it back before it left his lips. That brought a smile to Mistress's lips. Adam put on the cuffs and stood before Mistress Kristen.
"OK, time to go." Mistress stated "Come on, we'll be late," as she strode out of the room.
He blushed and hesitated before following her into the hall. Did she expect him to leave the house like this? He followed her into the garage where somehow a Lincoln Town Car with limo tints replaced his car. Kristen stared at the door expectantly. Adam's blushed that he was too slow to open the door for her. She got in the back seat, dragging him with her.
As the unseen driver started off, Mistress Kristen began to silently tease Adam. Her right hand took a firm grip of Adam's balls. She trailed her nails over his chest, up his neck with the other. She leaned down and licked his cage. Adam strained against the cage and leaned back into the seat. She drew his swollen balls into her mouth. He breathed heavily into the gag as the car made its way across town. He barely noticed as the unknown driver had pulled into the garage of what he thought was Mistress Katie's house.
Mistress Kristen attached a leash to Adam's collar and was led out of the car and into the house. The pair entered a formal dining room lit by candles. As he entered the door, Adam noticed a large sturdy table with a white linen table cloth. Beyond the table were two empty chairs and another occupied by a man wearing a blindfold plus the same collar, gag, and cuffs as Adam's. That slave also wore a chastity device, although his looked more comfortable than Adam's leather and steel contraption.
Along the walls, there were more people than expected. Comfortable chairs lined the walls, and the seats were filled with many couples like them. Four women, like Mistress Kristen were impeccably dressed in elegant, but very sexy dresses. Adam recognized Mistress Katie as one of them. Seated next to the Mistresses were what Adam correctly assumed to be their slaves -3 males and one female. All of the slaves were dressed identically, except for Adam who was not blindfolded.
Mistress Kristen latched Adam's wrists and ankles together and pulled him toward the table. All four Mistresses rose without speaking and roughly forced Adam onto the table. Ropes were quickly attached to his wrist cuffs and pulled tightly above his head. Likewise with his ankles. The Mistresses silently returned to their seats and Mistress Kristen took a seat near the head of the table. Adam craned his neck upward, trying to make eye contact with Kristen. Adam desperately searched for a glance of reassurance, but found none.
After minutes of gut-wrenching silence, his mind wandered to the empty chair. There must be another Domme coming, the owner of the last slave, the driver. Then he heard a door close and the familiar click of heels on a hard floor. The sound rattled in his head and settled in his soul. So alluring. So erotic. Yet so threatening. Adam lifts his head to peek back towards the door. The last Mistress enters and nearly takes Adam's breath away.
Carol, the ballbusting project manager from work, deliberately enters the room. He had never seen her like this. She was in her mid 40's, but had an excellent body for someone her age. She was in tremendous shape with a flat stomach and firm muscular legs. Carol was petite, about 5'3, although her heels gave her a few inches. Her blonde hair was neatly pulled up and she wore a black and blue evening gown flattered her figure greatly.
Carol walked to the foot of the table, looking down at Adam. For the second time today, her voice cut through the air. "Adam," she began, "We've brought you here tonight to bring you and Mistress Kristen into The Collective. We are a group of Dominant Women who share our slaves with each other. We have been mentoring your wife, helping her explore and enjoy her dominance and further your subjugation. We have some rules, which we will go over shortly over dinner. But first we must speak to the finances."
"The Collective is its own legal entity which owns this house. Upon joining, you and Kristen would buy your way into the partnership. Your lifetime membership would cost eight thousand dollars up front, and another thousand each year for five years. The terms are non-negotiable, and your wife has already agreed to them. You may sell your membership back to the collective, but only with Kristen's permission. Nod if you agree to these terms."
Adam quickly nodded.
"Good," Mistress Carol smiled wickedly. "Now Mistress Katie would you bring in the food?"
