Since Josh agreed to be Vicky's slave even after the summer, their dynamic shifted drastically. He could no longer pretend that he only followed her requests due to the blackmail hanging over him. The humiliation and embarrassment he felt had a new sting to it.
Still, he was more than happy with how things were turning out. After Vicky showed him her more gentle and caring side, he loved her even more than before, even though she swiftly reverted to her usual assertive and demanding self.
He happily endured her requests with a smile. Although she didn't love him back, at least not in the way that he adored her, it was enough for him to know that she cared for him, in her own way. Or so he told himself.
True to her word, Vicky and Josh sat down together and established some basic boundaries and limits together, each conceding some control. Vicky allowed him some guaranteed time for himself, even if he was being punished so that he could keep up with his studies and get some rest if need be.
In return he had to promise her that he would eventually allow her to tattoo him, branding him as hers. Josh dreaded the day they would go over to the tattoo parlor, his fear of needles would be tested to its limits.
They went over a couple more things, with Vicky agreeing that there wouldn't be any cutting or other permanent harm done to him. She didn't want to hurt him, that bad. She even pledged to offer more frequent opportunities for release, albeit without any schedule beyond the weekend unlocking, just if she felt like it. However, she had one major demand.
As previously explained by her, leaving her after committing to this permanent servitude wouldn't be a simple matter. To underscore this point and ensure his unwavering dedication and obedience, Josh had to give her all his passwords, email, social media, and more, to Vicky's control. He even granted her access to his bank account, not that he had much saved up though.
Now, leaving would really mean that he would have to disappear and start over somewhere else. The only way out with his life intact would be on Vicky's terms, with no room for negotiation. While this should have scared him and made him think twice, Josh felt oddly unfazed. His commitment to Vicky felt honest and overshadowed any apprehension he might have otherwise had.
The rest of the girls playfully teased him about him being essentially a willing participant now. He had the opportunity to walk away but chose to stay, so he couldn't argue with them. Sure, it was his love for Vicky and the danger of losing her that kept him there, ready to endure all of it. But wasn't that true in every relationship?
Despite his continued obedience, Vicky still found reasons to punish him. And she wasn't running out of ideas on how to punish him any time soon.
His least favorite new punishment was definitely the enemas. While the sensation of warm water flushing through his insides wasn't unbearable, what followed was far from pleasant. She would continue filling him almost to bursting and then plug his ass with the large vibrating buttplug, leaving all of the water sloshing around inside of him.
But it didn't end there either. At first, she would just leave him in that state, writhing on the floor in some kind of bondage. However, soon that wasn't enough for her. He was forced to perform his daily chores while still plugged and filled up, a task at which he inevitably failed, much to the amusement of the girls, resulting in further punishment.
Josh would have much preferred returning to tasks like worshipping Vicky's feet or enduring embarrassing tasks. However, just as his relationship with Vicky evolved over time, so did his punishments.
When he came without permission during his last unlocking, he didn't just get a few spanks or get told to eat his cum off the floor. Well, he had to do those things too, but that wasn't all of it. The girls tied him up and attached vibrators to his cock. Leaving them all going, including his vibrating buttplug. They just left him there up in his room, trussed up like that for hours. Non-stop waves of pleasure quickly turned into waves of frustration as his muffled screams tried to beg for their forgiveness.
Safe to say that after that experience he was happy to be locked back into the safety of his chastity cage. He thought that he would rather never get unlocked again than go through that experience once more. It didn't take long, however, for his lust to overtake his thoughts again and look forward to the next Sunday.
As Josh settled into his new life, time started to fly on by. He never worked as hard before in his life before, but he was also never happier.
A knock on his bedroom door interrupted his study time. Before he could react the door opened.
Dottie stood awkwardly in his doorway, her eyes peeking out from behind the strands of hair covering her face. "Hey, I have to go. I'm to tell you that you are needed downstairs," she said softly and left without closing his door.
Josh nodded after her and closed his book as he got up. The music got louder as he descended the stairs. The party was in full swing.
The girls decided to have one last hoorah for the summer. In three days Ms. Edwards, Vicky's mother, would return from her vacation. The house would no longer belong just to them. Josh had already asked Vicky multiple times what they would do when she came back, but she always had the same answer. 'Don't worry, I'll figure something out.' If only he could share her carefree attitude.
He almost bumped into Becka as she went to refill her drink when he entered the living room.
"Whoa, careful there. Vicky wants you," she said and pointed behind her at Vicky sitting on the couch laughing along with Gemma.
Vicky's eyes glanced up at him as he approached. "Finally," she breathed out when he stopped in front of her. "Sit."
Josh kneeled down on the floor. Vicky staring down at him and Gemma looming over from his side, both of them smirking at each other.
This can't be good.
"I want you to put these on." She showed him a pair of shoes. They looked fairly regular, only they were women's shoes and had at least a two-inch heel. Despite their frequent threats, he hoped they would never actually make him wear heels.
"Yes Miss," Josh responded and took the shoes from her. He shuffled onto his butt and started putting them on. They fit him perfectly, did they get them specifically for him?
They both watched him carefully as he finished. "Well, come on, get up," said Gemma.
His legs were a little wobbly but he managed to stand up without too much trouble.
"Now," Vicky said and reached out her hand with an empty glass. "I want some soda from the fridge." She looked at Gemma by her side and continued, "And I'm sure Gemma would like some too."
"Yes please," said Gemma with a smirk and also handed him her empty glass.
"Of course Miss." Josh took both of the glasses from them and slowly turned to face the kitchen. He took his first step. As he put his weight down on his left leg his foot twisted to the side and he fell down onto the hard floor.
The girls giggled behind him. "Be careful," said Becka as she walked by him to join Vicky on the couch and joined in with their laughter.
Josh got back up. Thankfully he didn't smash the glasses, that would certainly end up in him being punished. He looked at the refrigerator in the far corner of the kitchen. It wasn't a long way away, but it felt like miles.
He continued his careful approach. Giggles erupted from behind him again when he nearly fell down again. With just a few more steps he made it to the fridge, holding onto its door for balance.
He quickly opened the bottle of diet soda inside and filled both of the glasses. Turning back he saw the girls watching him in anticipation of his upcoming fall. He was determined to make it back intact though.
