Josh was alone in the kitchen, busy preparing breakfast for the girls who were still sleeping upstairs. Once again he was naked except for the chastity cage covering his crotch.
Everything changed for Josh a week ago, when he finally got intimate with Vicky, or at least her foot. His new position as a slave no longer filled him with despair and fear, most of the time. He accepted his role and learned to find pleasure in submitting to the girls.
Josh got into his new routine of being Vicky's 'willing' slave quite quickly. As he continued to serve her and the girls, they started to trust him more and more, lessening his abuse some and giving him more leeway with his own free time. He still couldn't leave the house and had to do all the chores, but he had a couple of hours every day just for himself.
Punishments for disobedience were still a thing to worry about, however. He knew the girls wouldn't go easy on him, that part didn't change, but as long as he followed their commands and did his best to be an obedient servant for them they wouldn't go too hard on him, eventually, he could even look forward to them quenching his lust, or so he kept hoping. The last time he was unlocked was almost a week ago, and he didn't dare to ask to be unlocked since but kept hoping the day when he would be allowed some release in return for his services was near.
He tried not to think about what would happen when the summer came to an end and Ms. Edwards would return from her vacation. Would he go back to his old life and forget about Vicky and her friends? Would he be able to return to his old life after this? Did he even want to go back to how things were?
Thinking of these things only led to more confusion for Josh. He decided to enjoy it while it lasted and focus on following the girls' wishes, enjoying the warm feeling their satisfied smiles gave him.
The girls started slowly trickling into the kitchen one by one in their pajamas. He greeted them obediently and started serving them their breakfast, bowing his head as he placed the plates in front of each of them.
It was a common occurrence for all the girls to stay over at Vicky's house with nothing better to do during the summer break.
The girls casually talked about their plans at the table as they all ate their eggs and bacon. Vicky turned her attention to him kneeling on the floor next to the dining table, knowing he wasn't allowed to eat until given permission.
"Slave?" Vicky addressed him.
"Yes, Miss?"
"I need to do some shopping today," she started. Josh perked up at the mention of leaving the house, he hadn't left since the fateful night when he became their slave almost two weeks ago.
"You'll stay here," she continued, much to Josh's disappointment. He knew better than to argue and remained silent waiting for her to finish.
"Gemma will take care of you while I'm gone."
Oh no. Despite the girls growing more affectionate and less cruel with him, Gemma remained her cold self. Seemingly unimpressed with Josh's obedience.
"I hope you won't embarrass me while I'm gone," Vicky finished.
"Yes Miss, I'll do my best to make you proud," Josh answered and bowed his head to her, sneaking a glance at her bare feet, the memory of
his last release still fresh in his mind. That night when she wrapped her feet around his shaft and pumped him till release nearly a week ago.
"I'm sure you will," she added and turned her attention back to the girls, rejoining their conversation about what they needed to get at the mall.
Once all the girls were finished with their food, Josh got up and picked up their plates to wash them. The girls left him all alone and went upstairs, except for Dottie who joined him at the sink, scrubbing the plates.
"You staying as well?" Josh asked handing a cleaned plate to Dottie.
"Yeah," Dottie said, her mind elsewhere. "Listen, I heard them talking upstairs earlier, Gemma has her sights set on you, make sure you don't do anything to make her mad. She has it in for you."
"Why? What did I do to her?"
"Nothing in particular it's just, umm, she gets a little jealous sometimes."
"Jealous of me? What can she be jealous of me for?"
"No it's-It doesn't matter anyway. Just make sure to stay out of her way as much as you can and don't give her a reason to punish you."
Great. Now he had to be on his tiptoes around Gemma, trying her best to find a reason to make him suffer.
He heard the girls call out from the hall, "Bye, and remember to be good," and slam the door behind them.
Gemma came back to the kitchen and sat back down, watching him and Dottie at the sink.
She was no longer in her pajamas. She had a long t-shirt on, with a logo of some obscure band on it, reaching down to her thighs, only a hint of her black shorts peeking from underneath it. Her legs were covered in long striped socks reaching to her knees. Josh noticed her nails still had a hint of black polish on them, completing her goth look.
Gemma broke the silence first. "Come here Dottie," she said and outstretched her arm, wrapping it around Dottie as she sat in her lap and nuzzled up to her. "I have you all to myself," she said looking into Dottie's eyes before looking up to Josh. "And you."
Dottie gasped as Gemma's hand squeezed down on her breast. "Follow me," Gemma said as she walked upstairs, pulling Dottie behind her by the hand. "You too slave," she called out from the hall.
Josh quickly turned off the sink and followed her up to Vicky's room. The floor was still covered in blankets and pillows from their sleepover.
Gemma was rummaging through Vicky's closet, pulling out garments and throwing them next to Dottie sitting quietly on the bed. Josh stood waiting by the door.
Gemma turned around and walked to the pile of fancy fabrics on the bed, giving Josh a sly glance as she passed him, with a hint of a smile on her face.
She pulled out some rose-red lingerie and handed it to Dottie, telling her to put it on.
Dottie nodded and took off her pajamas. Josh could see her blush slightly, probably from him seeing her naked, not that it was the first time though. She put on the lingerie. It seemed to fit her perfectly, even though her curves were less developed than Vicky's.
Gemma picked out a blue lacy set of panties and a bra from the pile and turned to Josh. She looked up at his confused face and handed the set of underwear to him. "Put it on," she said with a smirk.
Josh took it from her hands and examined it. It was soft to the touch, it would certainly be comfortable. Would it fit him though? What if he ripped it?
