The summons came on Thursday, just after four, which was perfect timing as he wasn't in any meeting and his boss was busy until later. He slipped out, driving home in twenty minutes, going inside to take a few deep breaths.
He had ten minutes to knock on Mistress's door, utter those stupid words, and see what she did to make him want to return. She couldn't, he knew that already, for he had seen how his wife and daughter were acting.
They found out their daughter was a slave to Mistress when they came home to find Beth eagerly licking the woman's shoes, openly admitting to loving being a cunt slave, eager to be trained more in serving Mistress.
The parents insisted Beth go to college and attend classes. Mistress wanted more training time of cunt. The compromise was that the parents offered to take the training while Beth was in class. That covered the weekdays, but Mistress got the entire weekend to train cunt. He had no idea why they did the compromise instead of just tossing the bitch out of the house, well, outside the fact Beth made it clear she'd prefer to be owned by Mistress than attend school.
His wife was summoned on Tuesday, returning from the session with whipped tits and ass, plus an attitude of wanting to prove obedience to Mistress. He didn't find it erotic in the slightest to find she was not allowed to cum without Mistress's permission, she had to have her husband fuck her, fill her pussy, and be videoed cleaning out her own pussy. It was fun doing the fucking, he simply rolled over and went to sleep afterwards, but apparently his wife and daughter managed to get the video made and sent in a timely manner.
Yesterday he came home to find his wife had trimmed her pussy as per orders from Mistress. Worse to him, their daughter had to film and oversee the action of mom trimming her pussy and shaving her ass. Admittedly, the trimmed pussy did look better than the natural bush he was used to seeing, and her shaved ass looked almost younger, but he knew it was only time before his wife would be in a chastity belt just like their daughter wore. All on orders from Mistress.
Dad was summoned, checked the time, and discarded his socks and underwear as well as emptying his pockets onto the table. Then he walked next door to meet Mistress.
He knocked three times, not quite as respectfully as others, but to him, he didn't pound on the damn thing so Mistress should be good with that. The door opened, Mistress still wearing a pants suit as she held the door open just enough for him to see her. He shook his head.
"I'm, um, I'm here to, you know, what, to serve Mistress."
"Don't bother. I don't like the attitude."
The door closed on him, and he grabbed the handle, shoving the door open, seeing Mistress standing by a table. Her flat eyes simply looked at him, still no expression in them, no surprise, no shock, nothing. He closed the door.
"I don't remember the words. Now what will make you happy? I know what will make me happy, but its obvious you need lessons on that. What about you?"
She shrugged just as he felt something, a feathered dart on his shoulder. He yanked it out, tossing it to the side, took a step and fell to the floor.
He was conscious only about fifteen minutes later, but he saw no clock so no knowledge of time. He was naked, held against a strong wooded X that was propped away from the wall. His ankles were cuffed to the lower X, his wrists to the upper X.
"What did you do to me?"
"Before or after you pushed your way into my home and attacked? Such a silly question, panties. Now, let's take care of this issue."
He yanked to no avail, not realizing she reached over his shoulder, inserting a small dildo gag into his open mouth and securing it behind his head. He gave her a muffled scream of anger; the sound being ignored as the redhead moved out of his line of sight. Snapping on latex gloves, she picked up wire and smiled at him.
"This will hurt, but then you hoped for pain when you came over, didn't you, panties? Yes, that is normal for panties who don't know their places. So, let Mistress indulge panties fantasy of pain and then we can get to where Mistress has fun."
He had no idea what this was about panties, for he wore none and her pants suit covered if she did or did not. The wire was placed over his balls and secured; he could feel the tug as she made sure it was tight. The wire tightened and he panicked, thinking she was going to cut them off. She patted him on the head.
"It's alright, panties, it will hurt but you won't lose them. Not yet. Mistress has plans for setting pantie's balls on display later if panties doesn't change its mind on how to behave. Perhaps only one at a time?"
Shit, he realized, she was calling him panties, not referring to them. His thought was interrupted as his balls seemed to be on fire, his throat giving a full out roar, the sound only loud enough to be heard in the basement. The pain went away and came back, the scene repeated several times, panties body shining with sweat, its eyes glazing over as the sweat burned and itched.
Something hit his back, his ass, and he jerked as much as possible before the pain started again, repeated three times before stopping and the strap hitting him again. He sobbed into the gag, not aware of time but he couldn't take much more. He had been in the house less than half an hour and ready to kneel.
He watched from the corner of his eye as Mistress picked up a scarf, running it over his body, teasing panties with the soft material, the soon to be slave feeling arousal at the sensation. She alternated between the sensual and the painful before his cuffs were unclipped from the X. He started collapsing but strong hairy arms came around to keep him hoisted up.
In a daze, he realized he was in an embrace with a near naked, hairy man, naked save for some kind of loin cloth. He didn't fight it, he was exhausted as the man kissed him on the neck, telling him it was going to be okay, Mistress would take care of him if he behaved, if he was obedient and respectful.
He was lowered to his knees, his face even with the loin cloth and for a moment he wondered what hid under there. The man moved away, Mistress coming into sight.
She ran two scarfs over him, around him, his nipples fully erect as well as his abused cock, wire still hanging from his balls. He was excited over this, and as Mistress moved away and patted her knees, he crawled toward her for more.
At the front of the table, she ordered panties to stand up, panties responding to its name and command, standing up to see the other man with legs spread apart, fingers interlocked behind his head, panties taking the same pose.
"Excellent, panties. That is the standing pose it takes when serving Mistress. The pose panties forgot was when it is on its knees, the knees wider than shoulder width, ankles crossed, fingers behind the head. Panties won't forget again, will it?"
"No, Mistress, panties will kneel as pleases Mistress."
"Good, because Mistress would rather panties serve Mistress than panties insist Mistress should punish panties for being such a man whore. Now, put this on."
Mistress handed him a condom and he tore off the outside, pinched the end, and unrolled it along his erect cock. The dripping was now contained. He didn't know what else to do, so he went back into a pose. Mistress made a hand motion, the other man coming over to kneel before her, turning so he could attach a two-inch leather sheath around the base of the condom covered cock. Then the man returned as Mistress nodded at panties.
"It's quite alright, panties, to let another man play with what you hope for fun. After all, your embrace seemed so natural, didn't it?"
Mistress walked to the table before panties could react or reply to the words.
"Come here, panties."
Panties responded to its new name, walking over to stand with legs apart. Mistress used two mitten sized gloves on her hands and used the massaging gloves on panties ass and shoulders, panties taking deep breaths as he felt the incredible sensation building inside himself. She put them away, looking at the bound erect cock.
"Yes, panties, you seem to be filling that quite well. See, this is more of what Mistress wanted to do with panties, allow it to be used for Mistress's pleasure, to be obedient and respectful so Mistress could enjoy the time training panties."
She reached up, twisting the nipples.
"Not like panties wants, to have Mistress spend her time reminding panties of its place when around Mistress or carrying out Mistress's commands. Time doing this pain when it could be pleasure."
She released the nipples, picked up a small silk ball, and slowly ran the ball around the sore, sensitive nipples. Panties licked its lips at the sensation.
"Does panties see the difference? Does it?"
"Mistress, yes, Mistress. Please, Mistress, thank you for allowing panties to find the difference. Panties will do its best to be more obedient for Mistress."
