My New Life

(this is my first attempt at writing erotic fiction, and will focus on some of my own personal fantasies, elements include noncon, foot worship,kidnapping, enslavement, physical+mental domination, chastity, forced feminization, bondage, and other taboo things, probably wont be too plot heavy, if these things offend you than click away now)

After kissing the shoes of my new mistresses, they decided it was time to bring the party inside. However, I was covered in mud and dirt after having been thrown to the ground outside. Their solution was simple; I was sprayed for several minutes with ice cold water from a high-pressure hose. It was hot and muggy out, so the fact it was cold water was welcome, but it didn't stop the water from stinging like hell. They especially loved spraying the shit out of my face and my cock and balls.

"Be sure to get that tiny cock and puny balls. They deserve to suffer since they could never please a woman!" Tonya spoke the truth. My 1-inch cock had never been seen by anyone. I was too embarrassed to even try dating because of it. Now under the control of two lesbians, the odds of it ever penetrating anyone plummeted.

When they were finished, I was gasping for air. To make my breathing situation worse, a tight collar and leash were attached in one smooth motion. Sherry took the leash and led me inside through the back sliding door. The house was quite nice for the location. It was clear the two women had money and lived in luxury, with comfortable furniture and expensive decorations.

Once inside, Tonya's strong hands on my shoulders forced me to my knees.

"You will be always on your knees while indoors, slave! Now crawl to the couch and be ready for the rules!" Tonya and Sherry both kicked off their shoes by the back door and let the aroma of their feet fill the living room. The whole room quickly stunk like sweat, an odor that I would be forced to become familiar with.

Once they were on the couch, I crawled to the foot of the couch and looked and the big, strong women that were my captors. Both clearly worked out and would take me down in a fight 10 times out of 10. This scared the shit out of me and reinforced the idea that there was no way out of this. I looked from their faces to their muscly arms, to their b and c sized cup tits (Tonya and sherry's respectively,) to their strong built legs, to their white socks that covered up to their shins. I was ogling too long.

"Jeez, I know we're eye candy but you've got a job to do! Start smelling our socks!" Sherry was not gonna take no for an answer. I put my nose near her foot and sniffed. It was revolting, as if the socks were not changed for a couple of days. I gagged hard and backed away, which pissed them both off.

"DO BETTER THAN THAT!" Tonya screamed while grabbing the back of my head and shoving my face into her lover's sweaty socks. She smacked my ass to motivate me further. I inhaled like my life depended on it.

"Now that we've got you right where we want you" Sherry said in an evil voice, "let's go over some ground rules. You will never refer to us as anything but Mistress Sherry and Mistress Tonya, or whatever else we want you to fucking call us."

"Yes Mistress Sherry" I whimpered between sniffs

"You will always be at our feet ready to carry out orders we give you. If you don't have any current orders, you will automatically lick and kiss the shoes, socks, and feet of whichever mistress is in the room. Smell Tonya's Socks!"

I quickly switched to the strong black woman's feet and breathed deep through my nose. Hers were just as bad as Sherry's.

Tonya continued the lecture. "If we have guests over, you will treat them with all the respect and reverence you will learn with us. If you embarrass us, we'll allow them to do whatever they want as punishment. And trust us, our friends are creative." She smiled maliciously; Sherry laughed.

"Every morning, you will be sure to shave every inch of your body below eye level. For every body hair we find will be one slap on the ass, one strike with the whip, or one kick in the face!

"Lick her fucking socks!" Sherry's voice boomed throughout the house and a cold chill ran down my spine. I licked Mistress Tonya's socks from heel to toe. The taste of cloth and sweat was revolting, but I still licked feverishly. Even so, Sherry tugged hard on the leash forcing my entire face into Tonya's foot. I could barely breathe but kept my tongue out.

Sherry continued. "You will perform all housekeeping tasks for us and if we hear one goddamn complaint you will truly understand why we hate men so much! Thinking women are meant to be housewives..." she said that more to herself than anything. The patriarchy wasn't my fault, but I wasn't stupid enough to argue that right now.

Tonya chimed in. "Speaking of hating men, you aren't one anymore. You are a slave. And we will slowly strip your masculinity away until you understand that. Speaking of..." Tonya pointed at a syringe on the side table while Sherry ripped off Tonya's socks. Her sweaty feet were in my face. I got the memo and started licking her big soles.

"That right there is a syringe containing hormone replacement therapeutics. If you try to run away, if you aren't following orders to our standards, or if you're too slow to accept your place as our slave bitch, those are going inside of you to begin your transformation into a trans slave! Much more submissive than the alternative..." Tonya cooed that last part in a way that said, "just give me a reason."

Panic began to sit in. For one, I hated needles, but more importantly, I did not want to be a woman! And so, I pleaded.

"Please don't inject me, mistress Tonya! I'll be a good slave for you and Mistress Sherry! I won't do anything to anger you two please have mercy!" I groveled and licked Mistress Tonya's sweaty size 11s with even more passion and switched back and forth with Mistress Sherry's sock cladded feet which appeared to be size 10s.

Both women laughed hysterically at my predicament. They relished the fact that I was now completely at their mercy, powerless to help myself. Sherry ripped her socks off. I licked her soles and sucked her toes trying to appear as submissive as possible.

Sherry smiled. "Oh, I knew that you were a good candidate when I saw you on the road. Pure beta bitch boy. Tiny clitty instead of a cock. What do you think, Mistress Tonya? Should we let the bitch cum one more time before locking its little, tiny twig up?" The two mistresses embraced and kissed for a long while I sucked at their feet and licked between their sweaty toes. That's when I noticed I was hard as a rock, which was odd considering I didn't feel turned on, mostly just scared shitless. I had heard of fear boners but didn't really believe in them, and I couldn't believe myself for getting one. And what did they mean "locking its tiny twig up?"

They stopped kissing, and Tonya responded. "Of course, we have to teach him how good it feels to service us. But you're right, after that, into the cage it goes! On your back slave! Spread your arms and legs!"

To accentuate her last order, Tonya kicked me square in the face. I whimpered and quickly complied. I was on my back in the middle of the living room while the two superior women stood over me. They then proceeded to step on every inch of my body. From my neck to my torso, to my cock, to my face, to my legs, to my ankles, to my arms and hands. Absolutely nothing was safe from the muscly weight of my mistresses.

Tonya then sat on the floor between my legs and pressed her foot against my cock and balls. Her foot was at least 5 times the size of my dick. I could feel my face getting red with embarrassment, but at the same time her foot felt amazing overshadowing my little cock. At the same time, Sherry stood over me and shoved her toes into the back of my throat. I gagged on Mistress Sherry's toes while Mistress Tonya held my cock between her big toes and stroked it like no one ever had before. I didn't realize it at the time, but they were training my brain to associate my pleasure with their feet. It wouldn't be long before I'd do some shameful things for those feet and toes...

Seeing as I'd never even been in bed with a woman, let alone in such a kinky situation with two, it didn't take very much to bring me close to orgasm. Sherry told me to stick my tongue out so she could drag her soles along it to get every bit of sweat off of them. Tonya rubbed her hands all over my legs and near my groin but never touched my junk with her hands, only her pretty feet. I was so desperate to cum that I thrust my hips upwards to increase the pleasure I was getting from Tonya's feet. This seemed to entertain my two owners.

"Haha, look at our little slut! Humping your feet like a whore in heat! Make his little clitty cum babe!" Sherry relished in seeing me, her captive, submit and beg for the humiliation.

Tonya increased the speed of her toes stroking my little thing. Before long it was too much for me. I erupted all over her feet and on my stomach and chest as I continued to suckle at Sherry's toes. Tonya shifted and brought her cum covered feet to my mouth.

"Clean up your mess" she said sternly.

I obeyed. I didn't much care for the salty taste, but I didn't want to disappoint my mistress. I hadn't even realized Sherry had left the room for a couple minutes. I was too preoccupied pleasing Mistress Tonya's feet. A couple minutes later I noticed a tugging at my dick. I looked down to see Mistress Sherry attaching a small, red, plastic device to my cock. It was a chastity cage!

I started to panic. Post nut clarity reminded me of the fucked-up situation I was in. I panicked and started to kick and thrash my arms.

"No! Don't put that on me! Get away from me! I don't want to be your captive!"

Without hesitation, Tonya stood up and planted her foot firmly on my neck. I could barely breathe, and continued thrashing, hitting her leg trying to knock her off. She wouldn't budge. Sherry also got up and kicked me squarely in the balls with her bare foot. The invasion of pain was too much, and I relented, and Sherry finished the process of "locking my tiny twig up." Tonya kept her foot firmly on my neck the entire time. By the time Sherry was done, I nearly lost consciousness.

When she did finally let her weight up, I coughed and gasped for air. The two mistresses towered over me. They admired their progress on breaking my will and reducing me to their little slave. From the collar and leash on my neck to my locked-up penis that had just gotten so much pleasure from their feet minutes before. The slave of two lesbian mistresses who despised me for being a man and would never be a regular man again.

The humiliation has just begun.

(To be continued)