I came back to this story after a large following. Thank you for your letters to encourage me continue this. I hope I do this right by you! Yes, it was a long break. But I remember who Mandy and Randy are. Let's see what happens next. BTW Chapter 3 is already started!
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My Family
Chapter 2
Amanda Stevens had filed the paperwork. It was all done. No more Judge, no more mom, Brandy, or any bullshit. Randall didn't yet understand. It hurt Mandy to do it, but then she never really liked her father much. Randy was trying to be just like dad, and that was a problem. Amanda loved Randall, but she also knew the score. With the new laws they'd never be the couple they wanted to be in their teens. So she had to adapt.
Randall was in a deep sleep as tattoo artist worked on his body. Mandy cried in genuine anguish over what she had done. In all honesty, the cock cage was a threat, just to get him to truly submit. He needed to understand there was no such thing as a "Free male" anymore. It took only a couple of weeks after they arrived home for her to realize that. Randy however, was living under an invisible umbrella of the way the laws were before they attended college.
He had ranted for weeks that he was a free man, as the old law said that was true, because of him graduating college. And their father's wishes.
That law had been struck down the same week as she and her twin had graduated. Yet their state had been slow to implement it. Hence where they had thought they had won.
"He's done." The artist said. Amanda got up to look at her brother. On the back of his neck it was tattooed: "Property of A. Stevens 930-254-881", in small print. His upper right ass cheek had her initials and two intertwined rings under them. The artist turned him over. His left pectoral had the same symbol. His pubic area, now shaved, proclaimed that Randall was, "Owned by A Stevens 930-254-881".
"Good job." Amanda said ruefully. She handed the woman the money. He was registered with the slave registry, and his number was permanent. After the woman left, Amanda sobbed on her brother chest holding him tightly as he lay motionless.
"I'm so sorry!" She hitched between sobs. "I'm so sorry!!!" She was convulsing in true emotional turmoil at what she had done.
The Next Day
Dishes were done and I moved onto doing the kitchen floor. I remember watching my father endure this work and feeling such empathy. Wondering if I would ever become better than him. The bucket was a mix of floor cleaner and water as I used the brush to scrub the already clean floor. My tattoos itched incessantly, but I was told I could not scratch. My young knees were bruised as I finished the kitchen. I mopped up the standing water, and dried the floor with a series of towels.
No one was watching us. Amanda had just done this to "save me".
Save me. From mother, Brandy, or the former boss of mine I had for a week.
When I had woke from the drugs, she was sobbing uncontrollably on my chest. "I'm so sorry!", was all she said over and over. She held me and rocked me like a giant baby in her arms on the bed.
Could I ever forgive her?
She had to be a woman that she had to projected to the outside world. The Dom Woman.
But she could at least let me be more of a lover and less slave when we were home! The tattoos said that she had made up her mind.
The sex that we had, reinforced it.
I was let out of the cock cage only to jerk off once a week. I had to cum into my hand and then eat it. Most nights I dined on her vagina while she watched movies or read books on her tablet. She loved falling asleep to me massaging her asshole with my tongue. Then there was the new "protocols" that were set.
Not looking at her face. Bowing when she entered a room and the like.
She had been watching documentaries for weeks. I was too busy trying to get her 4th or 5th orgasm to listen. I wish I had.
"Even a mature male can get what he needs at these government sponsored slave schools that have opened up in the last year. Since the laws were changed, Many former business women have chosen to open these schools." The narrator said.
I heard Amanda typing into her tablet as a commercial played for "Feminox".
"Is your male flat-assed? Does he not to have the energy he needs to clean the whole house? Does his tongue tire before you do? Would you like him to be just a bit less masculine? Well good news! From the makers of "Super-sperm twice daily" (aka Jizzacillin) Comes a drug every woman should have her men try! FEMINOX will fill out his ass, and chest! The mild stimulant in Feminox will keep you man servant powered through out his work day, so everything is sparkling clean! And thanks to the scientists at Fem-Boi Industries, your slave whore will never grow tired of eating your happy place! No tongue fatigue, Self lubing boi cunt for when you whore him, or just want a good night of pegging. That's not all! FEMINOX also improves the sex drive in subjugated men. Making their boi-cunt ready for anything, and their cock as hard as a rock! If you order now, we will include a months worth of FEMINOX for the price of a single week! If your boi slaves, slave husband, or sons don't see a marked improvement in obeying you, and aren't more eager to cuckold. KEEP The product and we will send your Money back to you!
(Side effects of Feminox are Minimal. However if your male vomits uncontrollably, has loose stool, becomes lethargic, or suicidal, consult your Veterinarian. Other side effects include, hearing loss and blindness. Talk to your slaves Veterinarian, to see if FEMINOX is for you!")
"Why would I cuckold you? Maybe after I need another baby from you, that might come in handy, otherwise...stupid drugs. Focus on my hole boy!" She snapped, then tapped my head hard. "Maybe that drug isn't such a bad idea....focus on my clit boy!" She grabbed a crop within reach and warped me on the back.
With her deep in her pregnancy, she was horny all the time. I couldn't maintain the house and her in the time allotted. When I heard her frantically typing into her tablet, I began to worry. My knees hurt and I had been between her legs all night. When she finally told me to get ready for bed I was elated. My mouth was so sore.
"Rim me to sleep." She ordered and lay on her side. I placed my face between her now larger ass cheeks and used my sore tongue to coax her to sleep.
"You need more oral stamina. I'm taking you to the doctor tomorrow." She mumbled as she drifted to sleep. When I heard her soft snoring I moved up beside her, Putting my caged cock between her cheeks. I kissed her neck and shoulder lightly. I whispered that I still loved her. I wrapped my arms around my wife's swollen belly and slept.
True to her word, I was at the doctor's office the next morning. A stunning young doctor met us after waiting for about 30 minutes.
"Mrs Steven's how may I help you?" She asked. I fidgeted in the thong that barely covered my cage and the tight T-shirt I was made to wear.
"I saw that commercial, and my husband gets tongue fatigue after only 90 minutes. I think his jaw is bothering him as well. Plus he can't stay motivated. That is unlike him, cause he graduated college!" She explained.
"Ma'am this is common with men that thought they would be free after graduation. Feminox is not a wonder drug, it causes much more harm to your male than the old drugs do." She explained.
"The old drugs?" Amanda asked.
"Yes Mrs. Stevens. I think the old way would be far more beneficial to you. I can plainly see that when your husband is not caged his penis works just fine." She pointed to Amanda's well rounded stomach.
"He could stand to last a little longer, but yes." Amanda muttered.
"You know there are men on the market now that are really cheap. They are fixed so you won't have to sully your bloodline, and they stay hard for up to 2 hours, plus they are modified to be larger than normal men." The doctor offered. Amanda seemed to be thinking about it.
