It was dark. Crouched on the floor in our spare room, I could make out the light-lit edges of the other equipment around me. There was a strap-on lying on the floor beside me, and a riding crop with a loop on the end hanging on the wall above a jumble of metal buckles attached to leather straps. And then there was me.
I was handcuffed to a steel ring embedded in the wall about five feet off the floor. I had just enough slack to squat if I stretched my arms above my head. After what seemed like about half an hour, I got tired of standing and squatted on the floor beside the restraint straps. I lost track of how long ago Gina had pulled me in here by my cock and tethered me to the ring in the wall. There was nothing else to do, so I squatted naked in the dark, with my arms stretched and shackled overhead, waiting to be used again, along with the other sex tools.
The door cracked and I squinted against the sudden light. My wife stood framed in the doorway, in a pair of shorts. She padded barefoot across the room. Her heavy breasts swung as she moved. I struggled to my feet, very aware of her nakedness as she stood in front of me. She still gave me a hard-on every time I looked at those big Italian tits. My cock grew just watching her walk toward me. Her breasts bounced just a little and she had the kind of ass cheeks that quivered when she walked. She was about five foot two, with short, black, pixie-style hair that fell over her eyes. I always used to say she was built to be fucked.
"Come on, you didn't really believe we were going to leave you here, hung up like a piece of equipment, did you?" she grinned. "It's a short weekend and we aren't going to waste it by letting our best sex toy sit around!" she joked. I stared back, unconvinced. She took my head in her hands and searched my face. "But you liked it, didn't you Slut," she said, a combination of wonder and revelation in her voice.
I opened my mouth to explain. I wanted to tell her that I didn't like being ignored and used like a disposable sex aide. I wanted to show her that this had gone too far. But I said nothing because I knew that wasn't true, and so did she. She could see it in my face. Being used, kept in the dark like one of her toys, being made to feel like her live dildo had made my cock hard. I was humiliated by the need that being treated like a sex toy satisfied, and excited by the degeneracy I was exhibiting in front of Gina.
"Shhh!" she put her hand softly over my mouth. "Look at me. You've been in here for fifteen minutes," Gina said. I was dumbfounded. "You thought we were going to leave you here like a pet dildo, just waiting to be used at our whim and you liked that idea, didn't you?" Gina glanced down for confirmation and smiled. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around my erection. I gasped and pushed my cock against her hand in an involuntary display of depravity that surprised even me. Gina smiled and tightened her grip.
"This is what I believe to be the truth Honey." My wife held my erect cock with the certainty of ownership. There was simply no question in her mind that my cock belonged to her. How easily she could harden it was her measure of my approval, regardless of what I might think or say.
"Whether you want to admit it or not, your cock likes what's happening," Gina stated in a tone of voice reserved for people who can't admit the obvious. "And we will be moving forward according to what keeps that cock hard, or ... what the real you wants, not the conflicted you."
Gina held my gaze and began slowly stroking my cock. She would not allow me to look away. "Very good, I can see your eyes glazing over. I like that in a slut; that single-minded oblivion, intent on doing whatever it takes." Her voice was low and husky. Her fingertips brushed lightly along the rigid shaft. I strained forward, eager to perform, ready to cum for her. Gina picked up the pace. Her hand moved up and down my shaft in that special way she had that meant this time, she might let me cum.
"So intense, so raw, such a whore." Her hand travelled along the stiff cock. She weighed my balls in her hand like she was going to buy them.
"Kate could you come in here please." I want you to hear this," Gina yelled into the living room. Kate stepped into the room dressed in a T-shirt that ended at her navel. I wondered what they had been doing while I was locked up. Her bush was trimmed but was still a curly little black thatch. Small, pointed, erect nipples threatened to tear through the thin cotton fabric of the T-shirt.
"Still hard huh?" Kate laughed. "Wow, I hope my guy has this much stamina." Kate sauntered over to where Gina was playing with my erection and took my face in her hands.
"Your wife and I are getting impatient Slut, as in we'd like to get on with more training. That means we need you with us, not resting in the playroom, you lazy slut," Kate grinned and slapped my face playfully. I moaned, unable to hide the pleasure. Kate giggled.
Gina was beside herself with anticipation. Her hand fluttered along the hard shaft of her slut's control lever.
"Tell Kate what you found out Slut. Tell her what you have discovered about yourself." Kate looked at me expectantly. She knew Gina was putting me on the spot in front of her. Gina wanted a witness. She wanted me to say it. I begged her not to make me admit it.
"Please, do I have to? Does Kate need to know how much of a slut I am too," I pleaded? But I knew Kate did need to know. I needed to tell her. I looked down. Gina was gently playing with my balls. She gave my cock a reassuring squeeze. I took a breath and looked at Kate.
"Kate, Gina wants me to tell you that I enjoyed being kept locked in the dark like a sex toy waiting to be used," I managed to get out. A sense of relief flooded over me. It had been a surprise for me to discover that I liked being used, a surprise that it made me horny. It also made me a little ashamed. Was I depraved? No ... I was just a slut. There was nothing to be ashamed about, just a fact to be accepted.
"You just enjoyed it?" Kate replied. "Seems to me you were a bit more involved than that Slut. "Tell me how much you "enjoyed it," she directed. Kate's eyes twinkled. "Did your cock stay hard the whole time? Did it leak pre-cum? Does being used make you horny? Be specific Slut!"
"Yes Miss Kate! Please use me again," I begged, and felt my cock stiffen even more in Gina's hand.
"GOOD SLUT!" Gina gushed, and without loosening her grip on my erection she grabbed a handful of hair on the back of my head and pulled my mouth to hers. Her tongue speared between my lips and forced them apart.
"Wow, Kate said, wide-eyed. "Should I come back later?" But she went nowhere. Instead she watched Gina hold me in place by my cock while she stuck her tongue down my throat.
"No-no Kate," Gina said breathlessly, and beamed at me. "I am just excited that he finally realized that being a slut just means being himself. I think this calls for a celebration! Let's all go into the living room and get comfortable." Kate and I turned to follow Gina, but my wife flattened her hand against my chest and stopped me.
"No Honey, not you. Now you need to act like the slut you are. On your hands and knees, like a good boy," she grinned. Follow us into the living room and show us what a good sub-slut you can be," Gina teased. She glanced at her friend and smiled. "Kate, could you please take control of this slut and remind him of where his place is?"
Kate smiled back and pointed at the floor in front of her. "On all fours Slut! Time to enjoy the new you," she grinned. My mind was drowning in Dopamine, or whatever euphoric biochemical that makes men into sluts. I lowered myself to the floor on my hands and knees like a good pet, giddy with my newfound role.
"Crawl along beside us Slut," Kate instructed. "I'll tell you what to do when I want you to know. I think just maybe, if you're a very obedient slut, it might be time for some celebratory pussy licking." Kate's dark, hooded eyes, her shallow breathing and sharp pointed nipples betrayed her composure.
"SMACK!"
I yelped as Kate stung my ass with the crop, and I crawled along faster behind Gina. "Good boy! Your new life as a sub-toy is just ahead," Kate cooed.
We moved to where they could stretch out comfortably, and where I assumed I was expected to crawl from pussy to pussy.
Kate sprawled across the chair, legs spread, her bubble butt squirmed against the leather chair, her pussy directly in front of my face. She slapped the seat cushion between her legs to confirm my direction.
"Yes, crawl over here," she directed. "Show your wife how well you take orders."
I crawled between her lithe outstretched legs and buried my face in her crotch. Kate's musk filled my mouth and nose. My tongue slid along the chocolate brown slit. Kate sighed and pushed her wet cunt into my face. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Gina remove her shorts. Completely naked, she lay back on the sofa to watch the show.
"Spread your legs and arch your back Slut," Gina directed. "I can't see."
From her position in the armchair Kate drew her knees up toward her chest and trapped my head between her legs.
"Listen to your owner slut. Please me and you might be allowed to cum later," Kate rasped, then arched her back against the chair as my tongue found her clit.
With her fingers in her pussy my wife watched me lick her friend. I spread my knees wider and arched my back as instructed. Kate moaned and used a handful of my hair to pull my face tighter into her crotch.
"Lick faster Slut, can you not see she is already on the edge?" Gina chided. Once Kate was finished with him she would need to teach this man more about what women expect from a male slut. He was submissive enough but he still needed to learn the finer points of pussy licking for instance. Gina considered what shape that training might take as she listened to her friend moan and her man grunt. Wow, Gina realized she had seriously underestimated his capacity to be dominated. She could fix that.
