-My best friend Greg is now our Master.
His wife Ann is our Mistress, and we are their slaves.
My wife Leah had always been shy about her beauty, but now that she has no choice, she has been coerced/trained into an exhibitionist slut. Greg and Ann take us almost every weekend, to an area lake, where they own a cabin, and a speed boat, where we can be trained, and exhibited, in semi-anonymity.
Leah has embraced our slave life. She's never allowed a bra, and Ann gives her only the skimpiest, most revealing tops, which exhibit her prominent nipples and perfect breasts. And tiny skirts, with no panties, and she smiles to all lookers, clearly ready to serve or reveal more, upon the bequest of her Owners.
Both of us are waxed.
It was indescribably humiliating at the salon, where I laid naked on the table, with Ann and Leah watching. Leah was supposed to tease my cock to hardness, to help give the Esthetician access to every pube. But I got hard on my own, revealing my secret once again, that subjugation and humiliation actually excited me. Leah held my hard cock out of the way, giving the Esthetician full access. All three of the women were coyly smiling as the Esthetician ripped my hair from my body. Leah squeezed out dollops of precum, feeding them to me throughout the process. Finally my pubic area was done, and I put on my pink thong panties.
I could not hide my excitement, remaining hard while wearing only the panties, as my eyebrows were waxed to thin lines. I was compelled to address both Ann and the Esthetician as "Mistress". Leah enjoyed my inner conflict as much as the Mistress'. They put product in my thick, long hair, and styled it in a most femmy fashion. Upon completion, I pulled on a pinkish girly top, to match my pink thong panties, and girly flip flops, my ensemble was complete.
Then, as a surprise, the Esthetician produced a whip, and Mistress had me bend over, and whipped my ass three times, leaving three deep, red whip marks across my ass. Then we walked into the lobby of the salon so Mistress could pay. Now my cock had shrunk to a tiny nub. I stood mortified, in front of an amused gaggle of women and girls, in my panties, with whip marks on my ass. As the onlookers laughed, Mistress looked around and mocked, "Oh my, we forgot your pants," pulling girly short shorts out her purse.
I put them on in front of everyone, mortified.
In the car, I closed my eyes, and sexual humiliation coursed thru me. My psyche was changed forever. The feeling of being submissive in front of women and girls, it was beyond anything I'd ever imagined. It was awful, but I wished it had gone on. I wished the teenage girls had been able to make me kiss their feet, in front of all the other women, that their first sexual experience was of a male slave, groveling at their feet. I wanted them to know they could own me, a grown man, kneeling and serving, at the whims of giggling teen girls.
Our next appointment:
The head of my penis has been pierced, and a small padlock is looped thru.
Mistress Ann ordered an ingenious (2) lock, cock-lock, which simply cannot be removed. The "tube" of the cock-lock slid over my penis, an adjustable ring at the base of my balls, was locked at the top, and as Mistress Ann slid the other lock thru my penis piercing, and I heard it "click"; it felt as if I'd been castrated. Mistress Ann smiled at my distress, and I quietly moaned, while Leah looked on.
The few nights Leah and I spend at home, my cock is locked, a constant reminder that my cock is owned by my Master and Mistress. Leah thoroughly enjoys my subjugation. I am her (husband) sex-toy. She has instructed me exactly how to massage her, and fuck her with a dildo, and lick her to orgasm.
When we're alone, I have become completely submissive to Leah. My constant arousal has made me her total slave. I am so attentive to her. I cannot help myself. I now refer to her as Mistress Leah.
With Master and Mistress, she is completely submissive; with me, she is Dom.
A few people in our town already suspect something is up, with my eyebrows waxed, and my hair grown long, and "styled". I would complain/beg our Owners, but it's hopeless since Leah has embraced her/our new slave-existence.
I've tried to deny it, but being a sub-sissy has put my sex drive on steroids. I am constantly super-horny, which Leah and our Owners use to train me, and the denial and humiliation refuel the dynamic.
Leah's sexuality is also on overdrive. She was once so demure; now she dresses like a slut, for the whole world to see. She has embraced her role as a tiny, delicate, slut fuck-doll. Greg fucks her constantly. I love it when I'm required to lay on the floor next to the bed, listening to them fuck, listening to my wife moan like she never did with me. I lay there with my mouth agape, licking my lips, and when he's done with her, she straddles my face, and I lick his cum from her pussy.