If you're wondering if being a slave to my two sisters and working with them to convince my mother to enslave me, too, is better than having my mother learn my secret, the answer is definitely no. But my idiot sisters secretly video taped me that first evening stripping naked, calling them mistress, kissing their feet, kneeling with my head down on the floor, pulling my butthole open for them to look at, and eating my precum. If I refused to obey their rules, they threatened to make the tape go viral at my school which would've meant immediate social suicide and expulsion from the baseball and wrestling teams, which were the sources of my popularity. And the longer they enslaved me, the more embarrassing recordings they made which only deepened the pit I was trying to climb out of. I simply had to keep humoring them till I could outsmart them.
As all guys know, girls -- especially the attractive ones -- are dumb as fucking dirt, and I just needed to continue playing along with their stupid fun until I could get the upper hand. As the coach of my teams says, a setback isn't a defeat. I'll admit that the past few weeks had been a serious setback and tough on my ego, but my sisters' behavior mainly reminded me of the limits of their intelligence. For example, when I first realized that they intended to milk the fuck out of me several times a day -- like seven or eight which is way too fucking many! -- I was relieved, since they had threatened me with a chastity device. Don't ask me why, but in preparation for every single ball draining, I was required to get on all fours, head and shoulders on the ground, ass up, legs spread and balls dangling. While I had to reach back with both hands and hold my butt cheeks open wide as a humiliating sign of submission, one of them would sit behind me facing my ass. She'd pull my hard dick back between my legs and nuts, which didn't feel great, and stroke my rigid shaft up and down like milking a fucking cow.
And each and every time, just at the moment when I said very clearly "I'm gonna cum, mistress," the dumb bitch would stop stroking! She'd just hold my dick perfectly still while I fired my sperm onto the floor and pleaded with her to keep rubbing! So even though I just came yet again, I felt frustrated as hell! Honestly, how dumb do you have to be to not know how to keep rubbing a penis? And Katy was even less competent than Allison. Just as I'd start to cum, she'd hold my shaft still with one hand and either squeeze my balls painfully together with the other or shove two fingers knuckles deep into my asshole and piston them in and out rapidly as my cock convulsed and sprayed. It was a confusing mix of dick semi-pleasure and butt hoIe pain colliding. As always, I'd lick up my cum (and clean off Katy's fingers with my mouth, which I'm not even gonna get into), kiss their feet and thank them, but I was pretty much faking everything. So you get my point about neither of them being too bright.
The night before we planned to convince my mom to enslave me, I was super excited, cause I figured my mom would be my idiot sisters' Achilles heel. Yes, it would be embarrassing as fuck appearing before her in just tighty whities and acting like some pathetic servant, but I was sure she'd send me back to my room to put on more clothing, and we'd never get to the servant point. In fact, this would be the turning point in my battle for supremacy with my sisters -- and I couldn't wait. I was hours away from literally regaining control of my asshole. Hahaha!
My sisters had sketched out a timeline and plan I had to follow starting at 6:30 am. As soon as my alarm clock went off (it was a Saturday so no school), I rolled groggily out of bed, stripped off my t shirt, sweat pants and boxer briefs and jumped into the shower. I shaved my crotch and ass just like I was told to, dried off, and gelled my hair. My sisters had gone through my underwear drawer and selected the oldest and most threadbare pair of Hanes white briefs they could find, which would be all the clothing I was allowed. When I looked in the mirror, I shuddered a bit with embarrassment at how clearly my mom would be able to make out my dick head and balls. "I can't fucking believe I have to do this," I thought as I left my room for the ultimate showdown.
I felt like a complete idiot when my mom entered the kitchen about an hour later to find me standing at attention in just my underwear holding a cup of hot coffee for her.
"Good morning, ma'am," I said, keeping my eyes down as I died a thousand deaths. "Would you like cream and sugar in your coffee?" I expected my mom to ask me why the hell I was behaving like a moronic waiter and send me to my room to put some clothes on -- but she didn't.
"Yes, cream and sugar, please," she said reluctantly as if waiting for a punchline.
I saw her eyes dart over my chest, abs, legs and pouch and felt exposed and embarrassed. I quickly fixed her coffee and served her bacon, eggs and toast just as my sisters -- who were walking happily down the hall towards us -- told me to do on their list.
"Ben made us breakfast," my mother explained, likely reacting to my sisters' fake look of surprise. "Isn't that nice?"
"Not particularly," Allison said dryly, as I poured her coffee. "Isn't that what an eighteen year old boy should be doing for females?"
My mother seemed lost in thought for a moment as she considered the idea.
"Ben, come to the living room for a moment," Katy said to me sharply. I put the coffeepot back on the stove and excused myself. As soon as we were around the wall from my mother, Katy pointed like a snotty bitch to her foot.
I quickly pulled off my underwear and set it aside, got on my knees, lowered my head and covered her feet with kisses. She reached down and pulled my butt cheeks open to make sure I had groomed properly. "Good slave," she said, tickling my anus with her nail. "Do you want your reward?"
"Yes, mistress," I lied, as I continued to kiss her feet. Katy grabbed my nuts and began twisting and smacking them painfully.
