The Family's Chaste Slave Ch. 04

Anthea, Olivia, and Connor had departed the previous day on their high-Christmas-season trip to Prague and Budapest, all at my expense, of course. I was remaining behind here, as one does, to keep the home fires burning and clean the house for their eventual return.

Today was an exception, though; I was let out of the house for a brief period and under strict supervision.

At 10:00am, the bell begins to ring. I rush to open the door, adjusting my apron which Anthea had told me to wear at home. I greet the client standing before me, looking down immediately.

Vasso stands in the doorway, being in elegant-looking attire. She wears a tight beige wool turtleneck sweater that clung to her smooth body and blue high-waisted jeans that tied themselves around her athletic thin legs.

A tan, heavy coat slung across her shoulders and a cream-colored cashmere scarf loosely tied around her neck.

She is dressed in black leather ankle boots with a slight heel and beneath them I glimpse at soft beige socks peeping out.

She smiles. "Well, well, Richard. The little house pet gets lead out for an airing at last. But only with supervision, of course." She breathes softly and comes in, gently pushing past me as if I am not there.

I close the door behind her, too afraid to look up. "Good morning, Miss Vasso," I respond dutifully. I kneel down and give each of her boots a soft kiss. "Thank you for taking me out."

"Ha!" she plays at teasing me. "I must be a saint to be spending my Saturday morning babysitting Anthea's wretched pervert. But you should be grateful to me, Richard. If I weren't here, you'd be stuck in there, starving like an abandoned dog. And that would not be very Christmassy, would it?"

"No, Miss Vasso," I admit abjectly, actually perceiving the extent of my helplessness. "I am very grateful to your goodness."

She laughs, entertained by the speed with which I had embraced my own inferiority. "Yes you are. But I'm not doing it for you, pervert. I owe Anthea a great favour, and I am a good, religious woman. I believe in charity. Even for a worthless worm like you."

Her words make me feel a strange mix of gratitude and shame that sweeps over me. She is right, without her, I would not be able to purchase Christmas bread. "Thank you, Miss Vasso," I say gratefully.

"Whatever. You know, Richard." she sighs dramatically while is placing a lock of her hair behind her ear. "This is priceless. A grown man, a manager at work, reduced to having to obtain permission to buy bread. Not only that but you need a chaperone, just like a naughty little schoolboy ha-ha."

I swallow, head ducked. "Thank you for watching out for me, Miss Vasso," I grumble, and I do mean every one of the thank you of gratitude.

Her eyes glint with humor. "Oh, you're welcome, loser. I'm such a kind, charitable woman, I pitied you." She clasps her heart in mock drama. "I'm this kind of woman. Doing God's work, really."

I can feel my face go red with shame, but my voice is servile. "I truly do thank you for your mercy, Miss Vasso."

She scoffs. "Of course, you do."

She pats my face with her fingers, a condescending little tap, and spins on her heel to motion for me to come along.

"Come along now. And remember the rules, two meters behind me, and eyes on the street or my feet. Don't stare at women. You don't have the right to appreciate beauty."

"Yes, Miss Vasso," I answer respectfully, falling into step behind her as she walks out.

My fists were balled up at my sides as I look down at the pavement keeping the respected two meters of space, my eyes respectfully looking down on the ground or on the smooth tread of Miss Vasso's ankles and the shining leather of her boots.

As I walk along the crowded streets, my eyes are filled with the sight of women walking by me, beautiful, self-assured, and unattainable. I am not permitted to look up. I have been warned against looking at them, even lifting my eyes higher than their knees.

Vasso must have noticed because she suddenly laughs. "You poor thing," she teases, glancing over her shoulder at me. "That is hilarious. Not even allowed to look at all these gorgeous women walking past you. You're so beneath them that your gaze isn't even worthy of landing on their faces."

I swallow my embarrassment, keeping my focus on the pavement. "Yes, Miss Vasso."

She laughs once more, head shaking. "What a pitiful life you lead, Richard. But you know what? It suits you."

And as we stroll to the bakery, my own stride still maintained the same relaxed and detached manner, the two-meter gap between us still in place.

And throughout it, I am grateful. Grateful to Miss Vasso for the time that will allow me to eat for the next few days. Grateful to Anthea for this liberty for a short while. Christmas, after all, was a season of thankfulness.

The heat of the bakery is a welcome contrast to the cold of the outside air. I take enough loaves to get me through the week. I step back out onto the street and find myself in position two meters behind Vasso.

She doesn't even take the trouble to turn around when talking like this. "Fine, loser, the supermarket is next. You recall what to do, purchase what Anthea tells you is safe to eat. I'll be that way in that coffee shop, sipping a warm cup of hot tea while you're running round like a headless chicken."

"Yes, Miss Vasso," I answer softly.

She smiles a little smile, a look of amusement at my subservience evident. "Such a good little boy. Off you go, then. Don't be too long."

I run into the supermarket, hurrying as quickly as possible without being sloppy and leaving something off Anthea's list.

Vasso sits at one of the tables in the coffee shop's corners with a tea cup half filled in front of her. The back of her chair has a coat thrown across it, and she is flicking mindlessly through her telephone, looking perfectly at ease.

I approach the table and look down. "Miss Vasso, the groceries are finished."

She smiles, looking up. "Good on ya, perv. Now listen, you've got a minute or two until your permission wears off, and I've got bills to be paid."

She searches her purse and pulls out a small stack of papers. "Electricity, water, phone. You're gonna pay it for me."

I take the bills as she hands them over. "Yes Miss Vasso, immediately."

She chuckles, "Good pet! It's exhausting and boring to stand in queue and attend to that boring chore. And besides, you're running errands anyway, so might as well be doing something useful for someone actually important."

"Yes, Miss Vasso," I say, inclining my head in agreement.

She waves a dismissive hand. "Now, off with you. Don't be tardy, or I'll keep you in detention without dinner."

I hold the bills close to my chest and run towards the payment office, sprinting as hard as I can along the crowded streets. In taking a corner, I knock into someone by accident.

I freeze. My stomach is in a twist as I slowly look up. Madam Nikki.

She's standing here before me now, arms crossed, narrowed dark eyes in frustration. She has a fitted burgundy coat on, well-styled black hair, black leather gloves tightly wrapped around the grip of an upscale designer handbag. She's the epitome of cool, royal woman that she is.

"Slave," she spits out, "What the fuck are you doing out here?"

I swallow hard, "M... Madam Nikki... I... I have permission!" My voice is a stammer, "Lady Anthea allowed it." I am blushing like a kid.

Her sneer softens for a moment when she glances back at me. "Where's your overseer?"

I uncomfortably nod. "Miss Vasso is... uh... having coffee, Madam Nikki."

Her eyes darken. "So you're out here alone?"

"N... No, Madam Nikki! She... she's sent me to pay her bills! I swear!"

Nikki sighs in frustration. "Tsk. I don't approve. Anthea leaves it to me to ensure you're being properly chaperoned. I must see for myself that you're actually being kept in line."

"Y... Yes, Madam Nikki," I quickly add. "Please... let me take you to Miss Vasso."

I dash and spin to the café, my heart pounding as Nikki follows behind me. Vasso already has the stairs up by the time we reach the door, her blue eyes constricting when she steps outside.

She has her arms crossed, eyeing me and Nikki with detached interest. "What's going on?" she says quietly.

I glance down as I wave between them. "M... Miss Vasso... this is Madam Nikki, best friend of Lady Anthea. Madam Nikki... this is Miss Vasso, my supervisor."

The two women shake hands, and their expressions soften into pleasant smiles.

"Ah," Nikki murmurs, turning her head to one side. "I have heard about you. Anthea has very high regard for you."

"Same to you," Vasso says, her tone light. "Anthea's talked about you. Good to finally meet you."

Nikki shakes her head then points at me. "Sorry to interrupt your coffee, but I spotted this wretched creature running loose and didn't want him making a getaway."

Vasso chuckles, flipping her hair back over her shoulder. "No, you're okay. I had him doing errands for me. Thought I needed a coffee break since he was out being little errand boy." She gives me a sly look. "Guess I should have been keeping closer tabs on my pet project."

Nikki laughs. "You're doing a good job, though. Obviously, you can't be watching him every second."

Vasso smirks. "Exactly! Like, I've better things to do than be this loser's permanent nanny. But I'm glad Anthea has such thoughtful friends watching over her property."

Nikki smirks and nods. "And I'm glad she has such a helpful hand from you, and keeping this slave in line both on and off the job."

They both smile at me, sharing a knowing glance.

"His life is a shame," Vasso says giggling. "Having to obtain permission to shop and go out. He's not even in charge of what he eats."

Nikki chuckles. "It's perfect. Someone like him does not have the option."

Both are in stitches, and their conversation segues into another topic as I quietly make my way around the back to pay Vasso's account.

When I return to the café, the two women are still chatting, both looking comfortable and completely at ease with themselves in their position of power. They say their goodbyes by wishing each other a Merry Christmas.

Vasso turns her attention to me, "Off you go, loser. You've got your little tasks out of the way for the day. Now, home with you. And don't be getting any foolish ideas."

"Yes, Miss Vasso," I reply, my head lowered.

I understand where I stand. I know who I am. And today, as I always do, I'm only here to serve.

The walk home is silent, the weight of the grocery bags digging into my fingers as I walk two meters behind Vasso, keeping my eyes low like a good servant. Vasso strides confidently ahead, barely acknowledging my existence, until I make my deadly mistake.

It happens so fast.

A breathtaking Woman, elegant, stunning passes by. I don't even think. My head lifts, my eyes drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

A few damn seconds are all it takes.

Vasso is an extremely observant person and notices immediately.

"STOP!" Vasso's furious voice crashes over me like thunder.

I freeze. My body locks up.

I can hear her boots click on the pavement as she walks toward me. My stomach twists itself into small balls. I stare at her feet the instant she is angry, my breathing coming in short little gulps.

She is standing straight in front of me, with her arms crossed, her breath expelling in short little puffs in the cold air. "Are you seriously fucking kidding me right now, Richard?"

She stares at me, her eyes show disdain. "How fucking dare you," she says. "You, a nothing, a nobody, daring to stare at a superior woman? Offending her with your filthy gaze? Ugh, I feel secondhand embarrassment just looking at you."

I swallow hard. "Miss Vasso, I..."

"Shut it!" Her voice is low, dangerous. "You just stared at a woman. Like a fucking creep. How dare you?"

I tremble, my knees nearly buckling. "I... I didn't mean to..."

"Oh, you 'didn't mean to'?" She scoffs. "What, your pervert little eyes just moved on their own? Get a fucking grip, loser."

I shake my head desperately. "I'm sorry, Miss Vasso, please..."

"Oh, you will be. There will be consequences." Her tone is poisoning. "I'll deal with you when we get home."

She exhales sharply, yanking her phone from her coat pocket. Her nails tap rapidly against the screen as she types. I know exactly who she's messaging.

'Anthea, your pet fucked up, LOL. Caught him STARING at some woman in the street like a fucking man, big mistake! I'm on my way home, but this slip-up needs sorting.'

Her phone buzzes almost immediately. 'Ugh. Unbelievable. In public? Where people could see? This is a serious violation, Vasso. Thank you for reporting it.'

'Ofc, dead serious Anthea. I stopped him right away, though. Almost pissed himself, hi-hi.'

'Men, never can trust them. I give him the privilege of leaving the house, and he abuses it?'

'Exactly! Tbh, I'd love to put him in his place now. A little... reminder. Can you give me the green light to deal with him?'

My stomach turns into knots and my anxiety crushing me

"Miss Vasso... what... did La... Lady say about?" my voice sounds stammering and scared.

Vasso ignores me, her thumbs moving swift as she types again. Another message sent. Another response received.

'Of course Vasso. He needs to understand his place. Hmm. Go ahead. I'm having coffee with my mother in Prague. Keep me updated.'

Vasso's expression hardening as she reads the response. 'Ohhh, I gotchu. Roger that. He's pushing his luck, and he's gonna learn the hard way. I'll update you soon.'

Then Vasso chuckles, "Well, Richard, looks like we got a fun day ahead of us."

I feel sick.

Vasso slips her phone back into her pocket with a smirk "Let's get home. I cannot wait to deal with you."

Meanwhile, in Prague, Anthea sighs and places her phone on the café table. She takes a sip from her coffee.

Her mother raises an eyebrow. "Something wrong?"

"Richard being Richard." Anthea rolls her eyes. "He looked at a woman in the street like a little pervert. Can you believe it?"

Olivia scoffs, shaking her head. "Men are so predictable. You give them an inch, they take a mile."

"Exactly." Anthea smirks. "But Vasso caught him. She's going to dealing with him."

Olivia chuckles. "She has a nice mind."

Anthea takes another drink of coffee while admiring the Christmas lights outside. "Honestly, she is stricter with him than I am. It's fun to watch."

Olivia sighs, stirring her espresso. "If he were mine, I'd be even harsher Anthea."

Anthea laughs softly. "Oh, don't worry. He's about to learn a lesson he won't forget."

Back at home the front door closes behind us. The second we step inside, Vasso yanks off her coat, tossing it onto the couch. She turns to me, arms crossed. "Bags down."

I obey instantly, setting them neatly on the kitchen counter.

"Strip."

My breath catches. "Miss Vasso..."

"NOW!"

My fingers fumble as I pull off my clothes, piece by piece, until I stand before her completely exposed. My chastity belt is heavier now.

With no hesitation, I collapse onto the floor at her feet, head bowed in apology. My heart is pounding as I open my mouth. I have just committed one of the most terrible crimes. I have violated the womanhood. I tremble as I speak, barely above a whisper.

"Miss Vasso, I apologize," I add humbly, "I... I looked at another woman without permission I disrespected womanhood. Please forgive me."

Vasso steps closer, towering over me, her expression deadly serious. "You broke a fundamental rule today, Richard," she says slowly, voice dripping with disappointment. "You disrespected a superior woman. You embarrassed Anthea. You disgusted me."

Her right hand moves fast.

SMACK!

Her palm cracks across my face, sharp and stinging. My head snaps to the side.

Vasso's eyes flash with a mix of disdain and anger. Without another word, she lifts her hand and slaps my cheek hard again. The sharp sting makes me flinch, and I feel my skin burn where her hand has connected.

"Damn it, pet," she yells between slaps, her voice full of disgust. "Do you have any idea how terrible is for a woman to be harassed on the streets by an insulting look?"

She hits me repeatedly, hard, hard blows that sear my cheeks and throb. Each echoing slap echoes through the quiet of the room as she continues her relentless chastisement.

"You act like some entitled alpha male, but you're nothing but a slave, a pathetic little worm who has no right to even call himself a man!"

I barely have time to react before she grabs my iron collar with her left hand gripping it tightly. She compels me stand up and yanks me forward, forcing me to face her again.

"You don't deserve to look at women," she hisses, her breath warm against my face. "You exist to serve us, to be beneath us, not to ogle us like some pervert little creep."

I try to stammer out an apology, "Miss Vasso, please, I..." but her hand flies again.

SMACK!

Harder this time. Tears sting my eyes. My cheek burns.

SMACK!

SMACK!

My head moves left and right in the direction of her slaps. I never imagined she had so much power. My cheeks are burning red with pain.

SMACK!

SMACK!

Miles away, Anthea watches through the cameras, sipping her coffee in Prague. Olivia, her mother, watches too, chuckling softly.

Vasso's phone vibrates. She pulls it out, reads the message.

'I have made my decision Vasso. Tell him I was going to allow him an orgasm when I got back... but now?'

'LMAO no way Anthea, you're taking that away?'

'I don't have many options. It is gone for the next few months. He needs to understand the consequences of his actions.'

'Brutal but I love it. I'll let him know ha-ha.'

A slow, wicked grin spreads across Vasso's face.

"Ohhh, you're so screwed, perv." She chuckles, reading Anthea's message.

SMACK!

She looks at me with a fake pout. "Awww, poor animal," she coos, her voice suddenly dripping with fake pity."You're not gonna like this next part."

I gulp. "What... what did Lady say?"

Vasso types a response before turning back to me.

I hold my breath.

Vasso giggles. "Well, Richard... She was gonna let you cum when she got back."

Vasso leans in close, grinning. " Buuuut now? You can forget about it. That privilege is gone for the next few months."

The words hit like a knife to the gut. My whole body goes numb.

My chest tightens. "M... Miss Vasso, please..."

Vasso's grin widens and she wags her finger. "Nope. Gone. Too late. Privilege revoked for the next few months."

I feel my knees weaken. My breath stutters. A lump rises in my throat.

My breath stutters. "No... I... I was... so... close..."

A tear slips down my cheek.

Vasso watches, eyes twinkling with amusement. "Oh my God," she cackles. "Are you seriously about to cry over this?"

I try to hold back, bite my lip but another tear falls.

She grins then pats my cheek mockingly. "Awww, come on, perv, don't be so dramatic. Let's look at the bright side, yeah?"

I sniff, struggling to keep control. "Wh... what bright side?"

She grins. "One, you learned an important lesson today, yeah? Maybe next time you'll think before you let your perv little eyes wander."

I nod weakly.

"And two, Anthea's decision just made your life way simpler."

I blink, confused. "H... how?"

She smirks. "Because now you don't gotta waste time hoping for an orgasm. You already know it ain't happening. No more hoping, no more disappointment. Just pure, uninterrupted denial. That's gotta be, like, super freeing, right?"

A fresh wave of frustration washes over me and another tear slipping down my cheek.

Vasso bursts out laughing. "Jesus, Richard, look at you. This is hilarious. A whole-ass grown man, standing here, locked up, shaking like a leaf. And all because you couldn't keep your damn eyes down."

Vasso texts a message to Anthea. 'Lmao, he's shaking and crying. What a fucking wimp!'

Anthea answers instantly. 'He is indeed. Hurt to say but old Richard has gone no dignity, no pride anymore. Wanna add anything? Extra punishment Vasso?'

'Hmm. Actually, yes Anthea. It's your decision if he will have an erection in January or not but can I have a say?'

'Damn. COLD! I love it. Go ahead Vasso. I trust you and we are friends. Besides as a psychologist I am sure it will have positive results in your confidence and self-esteem.'

I am still reeling. My body feels weak, my mind struggling to process the weight of Anthea's decision. The thought of waiting months without release, without even the hope of it, suffocates me.

Vasso pockets her phone and grins at me. "Ohhh, you're gonna love this one, loser."

I gasp in horror. "Miss Vasso...?"

"Actually..." she thinks, "I have a question for you, dickless."

I flinch at the insult but bow my head respectfully. "Y... yes, Miss Vasso?"

She drawls, "Just outta of curiosity... when was the last time you even had an erection?"

My throat tightens. I shift uneasily. "Three weeks ago, Miss Vasso..."

Her eyes snap wide open then her lips split into a smirk. "Three weeks?" she mimics in mock amazement. "Wow, so recent..."

She smirks, looks up and down at me mockingly with supposed sympathy. "Your pathetic little dick must've worked so hard, right? Must've all been red and fighting against that tiny cage until it just upped and gave out? Hee-hee!"

I gulp, my hands curling weakly into fists.

Vasso draws a deep sigh and shakes her head. "Well, I was gonna let this slide with a good slapping and scolding, buuuuut... honestly? Gazing at a woman like that? Insulting the womanhood? Offended me?" She clicks her tongue. "Yeah. Nah. You need something more."

I feel a choke up forming in my throat as I realize this is not going well.

"Yes, we certainly have to do something about that," she continues, voice casual as if she is speaking of nothing so much as the weather. "As you elected to be a man today and inspect some female like you deserved, I think it's only fair that you actually find out your place."

She bangs her chin, looking thoughtful. Then a brainstorm strikes her. "Oh! Right! No erections for you in January."

I stiffen. "M... Miss Vasso, please..."

"Yeah, that's how long your dick's gonna be totally, totally dead." she replies happily, over my shaking voice. "No erections. All month. Guess your next hope will be... February? Maybe? If you're good?"

Hopelessness attacks my heart. "Miss Vasso, please reconsider... I did not mean to..."

"Yeah, yeah, I know." She looks distressed and puts a hand on her chest in feigning sympathy. "Trust me, Richard, this is just so difficult for me. But you really didn't leave me with any other option, did you?"

I gape at her in horror. "Miss Vasso, please..."

"Nope." She smiles, interrupting me. "Yeah, no. That privilege? GONE. Your pathetic little dick is remaining lifeless until February, baby."

Vasso dithers off, holding back a laugh. "Awww poor baby. Hope you weren't too stoked, loser."

I drop to the floor on knees, praying hands. "Please, Miss Vasso! Be merciful! I beseech thee..."

Vasso throws her head back and guffaws. "Mercy? Ha! That's rich. You wanna plead? Good. I have a wonderful idea for you. Why don't you go approach that stunning woman you were staring at in the street?"

I feel my stomach roil at the utter humiliation of the idea. My face burns.

"Go up to her -on your sorry little knees- and ask her to remove your cage. Ha-ha-ha-ha!"

My cheeks burn with shame. "M... Miss Vasso..."

"Go on," she laughs, still chuckling. "Find her. Maybe she'll be so impressed by your pitiful little stare that she'll just have to release your useless cock. You think she'd do that?"

I glance down at the ground, my hopes utterly shattered.

Vasso throws a hand over her face, pretending shock. "Ohhh, wait you don't know her eh? Hmm... what if she laughs at you in the face? What if she tells you that you're a creep? Or -ohhh, I love this, what if she tells you to lock up forever?"

She's laughing so hard that the room shakes. A few moments later she cuts off laughter, her face setting into a cold, demanding expression.

"Listen up, dickless." Her voice is hard, cutting through my misery like a knife. "You will never again look at the face of a woman without invitation. You will never insult a superior woman by imposing your disgusting self upon her."

I have to stare into her vivid blue eyes as she awkwardly grabs my chin.

"You owe respect to every woman. But first and foremost, you owe it to the women who own you and hold your fate in their hands. And that is Anthea. That is me. That is her mother. And that is every single one of her friends."

I nod crazily. "Y... yes, Miss Vasso! I see! I promise..."

"Damn right." She steps back, crossing her arms. "Anthea and me? We're the reason you even exist. The reason you have a purpose. And you repay us by gawking at some chick like a fucking dog in heat?"

I hang my head in shame. "I... I apologize, Miss Vasso..."

"Oh, I see you are," she sneers. "And you're going to be that much sorrier next month when you're still in here, shriveled up."

Teardrops well up in my eyes. The stark hopelessness of it all overwhelms me.

Vasso regards me with amusement. "Awww, poor little Richard. You're devastated, huh?" Suddenly, she exhales a melodramatic gasp and clasp her hands together in mock realization. "Ohhh, wait!" she says. "Let me comfort you, because you look this close to crying like a baby."

I bury my head low, my lips trembling.

Her voice softens, laced with fake sympathy. "Time passes quick, babe. Before you know it, January will be gone. You'll be able to have an erection again. Thrilling, right?" Her smile widens. "Maaaybe even an orgasm! Can you imagine that?"

I'm struggling not to cry as I gaze down at the ground.

"And, besides," she continues, "this isn't all that new to you, is it? You've lasted what? Seven months without an orgasm in the past? And like... what? Two months without a hard-on?"

She whistles. "Hell, Richard, you're nearly a champion at this. Maybe we should make it go a little longer just to see how much longer you can last."

She smirks. "So what's another few months, huh? You like this, right?"

I clamp my jaw, my whole body screaming in frustration.

Then she snorts, stops pretending any politeness. "Oh, who am I kidding? Ha-ha-ha! Like you'd even notice a few more months. You're such a patient creature, after all ha-ha!"

Her words cut deeper into my belly.

Vasso yawns, stretching out her arms like she's bored. "Alright. I think that settles it. Now..."

She sighs theatrically. "You're so lucky to be such a patient animal, Richard. If only all men were as controlled as you. How better our world would been..."

I crack up. One tear rolls down my cheek.

"Ohhh, nooo," she's giggling, her head wagging. "Poor baby's gonna cry over his worthless, locked-up little pecker. I wish Anthea could see this shit in real time."

Her voice hardens. "Get on your knees."

I obey in a flash

She taps her boot on the floor. "Kiss."

I hesitate half a second, and then quickly set my lips to the leather, laying gentle kisses upon her ankle-boots.

"Again."

I kiss her boot again.

"And thank me properly, Richard."

"Thank you, Miss Vasso..."

"For what?"

My voice trembles. "F-for not giving me an erection in January..."

"Louder."

"Th... thank you, Miss Vasso, for not letting me have the pleasure of an erection for the next month," I whisper frailly.

"Louder."

I try to swallow past the tremble in my throat. "Thank you, Miss Vasso, for punishing me! Thank you for depriving me of an erection!"

"Again. Better."

"Th... thank you for showing me my place! Thank you for maintaining me in chastity!"

She laughs. "That's right. Keep going, loser."

I kiss her boots and thank her again and again, my body is shaking with humiliation and frustration.

Vasso grins down at me, watching my pathetic display with amusement.

She chuckles. "God, I could do this all day. You're so easy to break. It's cute."

She thumps my face softly with the toe of her boot. "Good boy! Get up. You've got a long, infuriating month to look forward to. Enjoy every minute, hope you do."

I stand, my face on fire, my chest heavy.

She steps back, smiling and slaps my cheek lightly. "Alright, crybaby, get dressed. And next time? Keep your fucking eyes down, or I swear you'll never get out of that cage."

I nod hastily and sniffle as I put on my clothing.

Vasso sighs dramatically, stretching out. "Man, I should spank you more often. That was entertaining."

I head over to pick up my clothes, listening as she mutters away under her breath, chuckling to herself as she exits home.

"Three more months without orgasm 'boss'. Minimum. Ha-ha-ha..."

Half a world away in Prague, Anthea and Olivia toast their little diversion together, sipping their coffee.

On Christmas Day, I quickly answer the phone when it rings. The sight of Anthea's name on the screen makes my heart race. I take the appropriate stance and put the phone to my ear, lowering myself to my knees before responding.

I hear Anthea's smooth, amused voice on the other end. "Merry Christmas, boy. I hope you're having a... fulfilling Christmas morning."

"Merry Christmas, Lady. I wish you and your family joy and happiness on this blessed day."

A bright, cheerful laugh rings in my ear, and Anthea's voice comes through, warm yet amused.

"Oh, we're enjoying a delicious breakfast at the moment. Fruit, smoked salmon, eggs, fresh croissants, and of course, rich hot chocolate with whipped cream.. Doesn't that sound divine, huh?"

I respond meekly, bowing my head in case she watches me through the cameras thinking of her breakfast compared to my plain oatmeal.

"That sounds wonderful! Thank you, Lady, for allowing me to know of your joys. I am grateful for your kindness in sharing these details with me."

Anthea is laughing, "We had such a lovely Christmas Eve in Prague. The city was magical, lights, music, festivities everywhere! But, of course, you wouldn't know, would you?"

Before I can answer, another voice interrupts, Olivia's, light and teasing.

"Merry Christmas, creature! I wonder... do you know why we tell you all these wonderful things?"

"Merry Christmas, Madam Olivia. I am grateful for the privilege of hearing about your celebrations. It is a gift for me."

Olivia says in mock sympathy and giggling. "Aww, isn't he sweet, Anthea? So grateful for his little scraps. How cute! I just imagine,, how exciting it must be for you to hear about our last night to Prague, drinking mulled wine, dancing at the Christmas market, all that joy... while you sat at home in silence."

Anthea chuckles, "See, boy? We are such good Owners, treating you so kindly. Oh, and listen, tomorrow morning, we're off to Budapest for a few days. We'll be back on Friday and you'll be waiting for us at the airport, of course. Understood?"

"Yes, Lady. I will be there on time."

She says lightly, but with finality. "Good. Now, tell me, how did you spend Christmas?"

Olivia adds, "What exciting things did you do? Surely, you were surrounded by fun."

I recount my past days, describing my chores, my duties, and the 1,000 handwritten repetitions of the assigned phrase. Olivia lets out a dramatic sigh.

"Ohh, poor thing! Writing lines while we sipped champagne at the Christmas market A true Christmas miracle! A day full of thrilling activities. Life is so unfair, isn't it? "

"It's my privilege and joy to serve, Madam Olivia." I say submissively and humbly.

Anthea says abruptly. "Well, enough of that. We have more exciting things to do today and the group is waiting for us. Goodbye, boy. Be at the airport on time."

The call ends, leaving me kneeling with the phone still pressed against my ear. I take a deep breath then return to my duties, as expected.

Families getting back together, passengers rolling their bags across shiny floors, and post-holiday chatter fill the airport. I wait for Lady Anthea and her family patiently near baggage claim, my hands clasped in front of me.

Anthea enters wearing a camel coat that reaches her knees, black skinny jeans tucked into brown leather boots, and a beige sweater.

She is followed by Olivia, who is stylishly dressed in a long dark green wool coat, heeled ankle boots, and a trendy burgundy scarf. Connor follows casually, pulling his suitcase, engaged in conversation with a passenger.

I step forward immediately, bowing my head slightly, my voice low and respectful.

"Welcome back, Lady Anthea. Welcome home, Madam Olivia, Sir Connor."

A tiny smirk forms on Anthea's lips. "Well, well, well. Did you miss us, boy?"

"Of course, Lady," I answer, lowering my gaze.

I immediately take their suitcases, ensuring neither Anthea nor Olivia lift a finger. The weight of their luggage is significant, but I make no complaint.

As I grasp Olivia's, she smirks and extends her hand toward me. Without thinking, I press a light kiss to the back of it, then turn to Anthea and do the same.

There is a moment of pause.

A few passengers -ones who must have been on the same trip- notice. I hear a quiet chuckle, an amused murmur.

"Well, aren't you the perfect gentleman," an older woman remarks with a knowing smile.

Olivia, grins. "Oh, he tries," she says lightly, a playful lilt in her voice. "I do love a man with manners," she teases, winking at me before turning to collect her handbag.

With a flicker of amusement in her eyes, Anthea looks at Olivia. She smirks casually and says, "Oh, he's very... attentive."

Olivia laughs lightly and adds, "He knows his place."

My cheeks flush slightly, but I keep my head bowed, shoulders squared. I do not react I simply pick up their bags and follow them to the car like a proper attendant.

As I navigate the car through traffic, the atmosphere is lively. Each of them pulls out their phone, making calls to let friends and loved ones know they have returned.

Olivia is the first to speak, her voice smooth and casual as she dials a friend. "Hey, babe! Yes, we just landed, ugh, so tired. But Prague was amazing. You would've died at the Christmas markets, everything was so cute. And the food? I think I gained, like, five pounds just from the pastries alone..."

Behind me, Connor chuckles as he scrolls through his messages. He makes a quick call to a friend, briefly discussing a New Year's party.

Meanwhile, Anthea is on the phone with someone. "Yes, just got back. Prague was gorgeous, cold, but beautiful. And Budapest? Mmm, the spas were heaven. Honestly, I could live in a thermal bath..." She laughs softly, then adds, "And the restaurants? Darling, indulgent. I swear, I'll need to detox for a month after this trip."

I say nothing. I simply drive, listening, absorbing the contrast between their luxurious experiences and my quiet, solitary days.

We first stop at Connor's home. He takes out a few items from his suitcase before stepping out with a casual, "See you later, guys." while he leave his suitcases behind for a later hand wash from me. Next, we arrive at Olivia's residence.

I follow them up the walkway, keeping a respectful distance, burdened by the weight of their luggage but careful not to show any struggle.

I place them neatly by the entrance as Anthea shrugs off her coat and tosses it onto the couch. She sits down gracefully, pulling out her phone once more. She exhales, stretching her legs slightly as dial a number.

But I follow Olivia to her bedroom down the hall. She looks at me with a silent command in her eyes as soon as we enter her room.

I immediately kneel, reaching for her boots with careful hands. One by one, I unzip them, peeling them off her feet and setting them neatly aside. Beneath them, her black tights stretch perfectly over her toned legs, I kiss her clad feet with passion and respect.

I step forward with trembling hands. I unfasten the zipper of her blouse slowly, and reveal a delicate, lacy bra in deep brown that hugs her form perfectly. I then ease off her pants, sliding them down her legs revealing the sheer lace of her deep brown panties.

Without a word, I lean in to kiss her feet, Olivia watches, her eyes flickering with amused detachment, as I tenderly press kisses along her arches.

As she waits for me in her tights and lingerie, I bow my head. With practiced ease, I grab a fitted white blouse and a pair of soft grey leggings and put them on her.

Once dressed, she gestures for me to crawl behind her. I obey without hesitation, following on all fours as she strides confidently back to the living room.

Meanwhile in the living room, Anthea is sitting relaxed on the couch still on her phone call.

Olivia settles beside her on the couch. Anthea extends one booted foot toward me absentmindedly. I understand immediately.

I lower myself further, pressing reverent kisses along her foot, my lips tracing along her sole then the tips of her boots. My worship is frantic, eager to prove my devotion.

Anthea chuckles softly and stretches slightly, glancing down at me.

"Good boy. I see you haven't forgotten your place while we were gone."

Olivia smirks, nudging me lightly with her foot.

"Of course not. He wouldn't dare."

They exchange a knowing look, one that reminds me just how far beneath them I am. I remain on the floor, my lips pressed against Anthea's boots in silent reverence, awaiting my next command.

Then Anthea crosses her arms, with the tip of her boot under my chin lifts up my head, her eyes seems filled with disappointment

"Boy, I am utterly ashamed of you. You dare disgrace me like this? In public? In front of Vasso? I entrusted you with a simple task and you fail me so disgracefully? How dare you let your filthy male urges dictate your actions?"

My breath hitches, and I press my forehead to the floor in deep submission.

"Lady, please! I have no excuse! I beg for your forgiveness! I am undeserving of your mercy, but I swear I will correct my ways! I was weak! A worthless, undisciplined servant!"

She scoffs, shaking her head in irritation.

"Weak? No, boy, you were entitled. You assumed -like all pathetic men- that you had the right to ogle a woman. What? Your arousal clouded your already pitiful brain? You forgot your place? Forgot the only purpose you serve?"

Her words stab deep into my soul, and I let out a broken whimper.

"Lady, please! I am nothing! I am a mere creature unworthy of women! I should never have let my gaze wander! Please, I beg you, do not abandon me! Do not cast me away!"

Before Anthea can respond, Olivia has entered the conversation. My stomach churns in fear as the words escape her lips.

"Creature. Explain yourself."

"Madam Olivia, I have no explanation. I am a disgrace. I have humiliated Lady Anthea, failed Vasso, and shamed myself. I am undeserving of my privilege to serve."

A pause. Then Olivia's response is swift and brutal.

"Damn right you are. You think this behavior is acceptable? You were given the honor of serving my family, and this is how you repay us? Ogling women like some disgusting, unrestrained beast?"

Her wrath is scorching. I tremble, feeling the full weight of my disgrace.

"Madam Olivia, I am filth. I am beyond worthless. I have betrayed the trust placed in me. I am lower than dirt."

"Yes. You are. And you should know your disgusting behavior could cost you everything. Do you understand? You are a guest in this arrangement. You are permitted to serve. But permission can be revoked."

I gasp, my chest tightening in despair.

"No! Please, Madam Olivia! I will do anything! I live only to serve! I exist for your will! Please, I will be better! I swear it!"

Anthea lets out a huff, rolling her eyes at my groveling.

"Look at you, boy. Absolutely pathetic. Do you even understand what you did to Vasso? Do you have any idea how she felt, being disrespected to her face?"

I clutch my head in despair, shaking violently.

"No, Lady! I cannot even fathom it! I am a fool, an ungrateful worm! How could I be so blind? Please, let me make amends! Let me suffer for my mistake!"

Olivia says smirking, "Oh, don't worry, creature. You will learn your lesson. In fact, we had originally planned actual gifts for you... but given your behavior, we've made adjustments."

I swallow hard, my body going rigid with dread.

"I... I do not deserve gifts, Madam Olivia. Only punishment. But... may I ask... what is it?"

Anthea says crossing her arms, smirking slightly. "You will love them, boy. They will teach you exactly where you belong. And who you belong to."

"Yes, creature. These gifts will strip you of whatever remnants of male pride still lurk in that disgusting little mind of yours. They will shape you into something better. Something useful."

My throat tightens, a mix of fear and twisted anticipation filling my stomach.

"I... I am not worthy, but I am grateful, Madam Olivia... Lady Anthea. Thank you for teaching me my place."

"Oh, trust me, boy. By the time we're done with you... you'll never forget it again."

I sit still on my knees, shallow breaths, waiting for my fate.

Anthea smiles then glances over at Olivia. "Well lad, Christmas is a time of gift-giving, and Mom and I have found some gifts that are just most appropriate for you. I think it's time we give our little servant his gifts mother, don't you?"

Olivia's eyes glint with evil purpose as she sets down her cup. "Oh yes, he's been such a good one this year. He thoroughly deserves a little something worthy. I'm first!"

She stretches out alongside her and pulls out a thin, nicely wrapped box.

Gently, I unwrap the packaging to find a sturdy black box. Inside, wrapped in foam, is a dog training collar, black, thin, and with a remote. My mouth drops as I instantly recognize its purpose.

Olivia claps hands in rapture. "Isn't it perfect?" she giggles. "It's an electric obedience collar, you see, for naughty dogs." She chuckles with mirth, sparkling eyes flashing with delight.

"Though if I'm being honest, you need quite a bit more obedience than the most poorly behaved creature." I stiffen swallowing hard.

"I thought it was so suitable for you. Now we can just call when we need you, and if you don't hurry? Well..."

She hits a button on the small remote control, and a small red light on the collar flashes ominously.

"No more shouting, no more searching for you, you'll get my call instantly. Let's just say it will encourage you to answer a little faster creature."

Anthea smiles weakly. "I think he knows the value of obedience very well. But a little reminding never does any harm."

Olivia nods. "True! It's not necessarily for convenience, it's for control."

My cheeks burn. Already, I can imagine the electric shock holding me back, forcing me to respond immediately to their gratification. I shiver inward but keep my smile serene.

I pause only a moment before deeply bowing, my head almost to the ground. "Thank you, Madam Olivia, for this bountiful gift. It is such a considerate gift."

Olivia reclines and pushes out her foot to me. "Express your appreciation in the right manner."

I grab her delicate foot without thinking and give her a kiss on the arch and then on the toes, my lips full of obedient piety. Shame and embarrassment are burning my face. I can feel my face burn with shame and humiliation.

"Good boy. But wait! There's more. A little something for you to wear when you take care of me in my house. From now on, whenever you're at my house, these will be your uniform. No more boring clothes. Just these... and your chastity cage, of course."

She takes another package, much smaller than the first. She doesn't even wrap this one. She holds up a pink, ruffled apron decidedly feminine.

"Oh, it's precious," Olivia says. "Just imagine you wearing it, kneeling at my feet, scrubbing my floors or making my coffee." She leans forward, her voice playing tease. "Doesn't it fit you?

I nod, my face burning. "Yes, Madam Olivia. Thank you. I will wear it with pride."

Olivia is laughing, "Oh, I have no doubt that you will." She hands me a second package. My hands tremble as I tear off the wrapping paper. My breath catches in my throat as I lay out the delicate fabric, three pairs of very ruffled, sheer panties.

The first are plain pink, with a large red heart on the front, a taunting reminder of my alleged devotion.

The second are girly yellow ones, adorned with tiny brown bears, exuding a childlike innocence that makes me feel absolutely humiliating.

The third are lilac, with delicate lace trim and tiny pink bows along the waistband, radiating an air of dainty womanhood.

Anthea talks thoughtlessly smirking. "These will make you accept reality, boy. You are no macho man now, if indeed you ever were one."

Olivia is grinning, her eyes sparkling with delight. "Oh, look at them, beast! Simply sweet! You will be so adorable in them, don't you agree?" She holds her breath as I struggle to respond.

I'm gulping hard and barely manage to string together a few words. "Yes, Madam Olivia..."

Olivia while grinning her eyes narrowing. "Yes, what? Admit it properly."

I am humiliated my voice barely above a whisper. "I will look sweet in them, Madam Olivia."

Olivia claps her hands together and tilts her head back in laughter.

. Anthea says, "Oh, he learns quickly. But we're not finished yet."

I fold the apron neatly and kiss Olivia's feet again in gratitude, feeling both honored and completely humiliated at the same time.

Anthea finally stoops forward. "My turn." She pushes another package my way, one larger than the last.

I unwrap it shaking, my blood pounding. There is a stainless steel chastity device shining there, one small enough to wear. She hands me, next, a cold steel tube, bisected down the length, its cavity packed with a multitude of very small, thin spikes. My back tingles.

She smiles, her voice gentle. "Go ahead, boy. Try it with your finger."

I rise obediently, my trembling hand lifted, my index finger inserted lightly into the bramble of steel thorns. A blinding sting shoots through me, and I withdraw at once, my hand bucking as though from flames.

She tilts her head, looking at me with pretended sympathy, lips curling into a smiling smile and speaks in a low voice, as if she were explaining something trivial.

"Oh dear, did it hurt? And that was only your finger. Imagine, boy, what will happen when this is wrapped around your most sensitive, delicate skin."

My stomach tightens in disgust.

I 'm pleading, my voice shakes. "Lady... surely, this will be too much..."

She smiles modestly, spinning the spiked cylinder in her fingers, studying it like a delicate trinket.

"It will be attached to your cage, boy. This little ornament will do its work whenever your performance or conduct is less than satisfactory. Or, should you happen to break one of my rules."

My mouth goes dry. "Attached... Lady?"

She nods, answering in the same flippant tone she might use to discuss the weather.

"Yes. And for how long? That would be dependent on how awful you've been."

She builds tension with a dramatic pause before continuing.

"24 hours is the best case for you. But for crimes worse than you've committed, you'll keep it on a week. And if your behavior doesn't improve? Well, after a 24-hour freedom, I can always have it replaced for a week. And another. And another."

I feel a chill of pure horror run through me.

She moves a little nearer, her bright blue eyes laughing as she watches me take in my punishment.

"Tell me, boy... If it hurt your little finger, how do you think you'll feel when wrapped so tightly around your trapped cock? How will you feel when you jack helplessly, and those teeny little spikes go deeper and deeper into your helpless, sensitive skin?"

I attempt to swallow, but my mouth is dry, my heart pounding.

"Mmm. I'll wager the skin will rip quite quickly. Little, hard pricks of blood, all over the poor little thing. And every single movement you make, every little shift of your body, will rub those lovely, vicious spikes against you."

I shiver, my body frozen in place.

She settles back, completely at her ease, smiling at me with the satisfied grin of someone who has just offered the perfect gift.

"It'll train you, won't it, boy? Train you to be obedient. Perfect. Flawless. After all..." She trails off, scowling at me with an absurdly exaggerated look of innocence. "If you play up, I'm afraid it will be all your fault when you get spiked and ill."

Olivia lights a cigarette and smiles angelically at me.

"Picture the endless hours, beast. Every movement a fresh wave of agony. The rubbing, the burning. And that it will only end when we decide to end it."

She takes a satisfied drag on her cigarette and blows out the smoke slowly.

"Imagine, the penis skin, so delicate, so sensitive, torn and bleeding from these tiny spikes. The pain will be relentless, a burning, tearing sensation with every move."

Anthea's voice is low. "Vasso selected it herself after your humiliating behavior. Accept it as punishment for what you did."

My voice trembles with fear. "Yes, Lady. I am to blame for nothing but myself."

Then Anthea softening, taking hold of the next package. "And finally, my favourite present."

She pulls out a small electric milking machine, a medical-looking thing with wires, a remote control, and two electrodes, one small and thin the other big.

My breath catches.

Anthea's eyes light up with excitement. "I did tons of market research before purchasing this," she exclaims. "This tiny gizmo is actually for prostate milking. It stimulates the prostate and a little electrode is placed in your urethra." She grins.

Olivia whistles. "Now that's creative."

Anthea grins, "The greatest part? I won't even have to take off your chastity belt to milk you. I just have to insert these..."

She holds up the long, thin urethral probe and the anal electrode.

"... and press a button."

Olivia is beaming, "Oh my, that's marvelous! No work at all! Just put it in and watch him squirm!"

"Exactly! Lifting not a finger to milk." Anthea cackles with delight.

I lower my eyes. I do not know that I like this, but my opinion does not matter. The very idea of being milked in this manner...

Anthea tilts her head to one side. "You appear uncertain, boy."

I lower my head immediately. "I... I am thankful, Lady. Thank you for your generosity."

She extends her boot to me, and I bend low, kissing the leather with respect.

"Good boy," she breathes.

She bends down, stroking my hair as if I were a pet. The feeling is almost affectionate, but also an element of ownership.

Both Women smile, their smiles wide and complacent. Olivia speaks out, her tone playful but commanding: "These gifts, dear slave, are less gifts of love than means to ensure you will be our loyal servant for many years to come. They will be a reminder, always, of your place in our home."

Anthea nods, her tone soft but resolute as she goes on, "Yes, these presents are just perfect for you. They are designed to keep you submissive, to ensure that you serve us with absolute devotion, even when temptation beckons."

Olivia smiles. "We intend to keep you in service for many, many years to come."

"I am honored, Madam Olivia, Lady Anthea. I pray to serve you both for all the coming years."

They both seem satisfied with my speech. Anthea stands up, stretching a bit and brushing imaginary specks off her garments, and glances down at me with a contented face.

"Come with me to the bedroom, boy," she says playfully, her tone teasing but demanding.

I suddenly drop to all fours and creep behind her, my own heart pounding with fear and excitement. These gifts are designed to make me more completely servile, to continue to shape me into the submissive beast that they want me to be.

Anthea points to the bed as we step into the bedroom. She says, "Kneel," and I immediately do so.

She lifts the steel cage and turns it over in her hands. The cold, strongly reflective steel glows in the low bedroom illumination. It looks snug, too snug.

Anthea looks at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes as she removes my worn chastity device. The relief is temporary. My balls hang heavy and engorged, her long fingers stroke them gently before she starts to jam the new cage onto my cock.

With a victorious little shriek, she jams the cage over my cock, snaps the lock shut, and lets the key dangle from her fingers invitingly.

"There! Locked up tight and secure again." Her fingers trace the device, pressing down on the cage with a light touch. "Aww, poor boy," she simps in false sympathy. "Is it feeling a little snug in there?"

"It... it's so tight, my Lady." I groan in agony. "I can feel the pressure everywhere."

Anthea grins, her eyes sparkling with delight. "Of course you do, though. Isn't that the main idea? Your little thing is properly shut down, snug and secure, just as it should be." She leans in a little closer. "I want to know, how does it feel to know it can go nowhere?"

My face burns with shame. "It... it feels helpless, knowing, Lady. Like it's completely at your mercy."

Her smirk spreads. "This tight little cage will be very good for you, boy. It will teach you discipline, keep your mind sharp where it should be, and most of all, remind you every second of the day who owns you."

"Yes, Lady Anthea," I stammer, my voice is strained. "It... it hurts."

"Just a little pressure," she replies, her fingers adjusting the lock. "Think of it as a constant reminder of one's station. A way to channel your energies into more productive pursuits."

I step back from her words, not looking at her. "Y... yes, Lady. I see."

Anthea pats her chin, as if in deep thought. "Mmm, but you know... long-term imprisonment in so small a space does have certain... side effects."

My heart pounds. I swallow hard before summoning the nerve to inquire, "W... what kind of side effects, Lady?"

She smiles, obviously enjoying my terror. "Oh, you know, eventually, the lack of stimulation, the constant compression can result in some, shall we say... changes."

My throat tightens. "Y... you mean... shrinkage?"

Anthea lets out a soft laugh. "Of course, naturally. Long-term imprisonment does that atrophy, and in time it will be smaller again, more servile, less of a bother."

She shrugs with no emotion at all. "In time, I'll be able to substitute you with something completely flat, so there won't even be the slightest whisper of anything there."

I receive a cold tingle running down my spine. "L... Lady... w... what becomes of me afterwards?" I falter.

She tilts her head, feigning innocence. "Oh, afterwards?" Her smile turns wicked. "Well, afterwards, we'll move on to a thimble."

"A... a thimble?" I repeat in horror, my voice barely above a whisper.

Anthea is entertained by my reaction. "Oh yes. A tiny decorative thimble. An appropriate representation of what was but no longer requires mention."

"But... but... it will be like a button... Lady..." I am horrified.

"Oh? And why would that make any difference, boy? Are you afraid you will not be able to give birth? Ha-ha!"

Her voice sounds barely a whisper. "You are and will remain a virgin. Is that not so?" Her voice is soft but authoritative.

My throat tightens. I object, parting my lips, but she traces her fingers over my mouth to silence me. "Shhh... don't bother your silly little head with what doesn't bother you."

Then she playfully taps me on the cheek."But don't look so glum, boy. There's a silver lining to all this."

I blink up at her, lips trembling. "A silver lining, Lady?"

A wry smile spreads across her face as she nods. "Yes. I won't be able to put on the spikes any more if it gets small enough." I look horrified, and she laughs. "You see? If you know where to look, there's always a bright side."

She laughs again in the room, pats the chastity cage. "Now, boy," she says, and her voice again has its soothing effect. "Try to relax. Think of this as a learning experience. A journey of self-discovery."

I'm still kneeling, locked, helpless, and totally at her mercy. Defeated I bow forward and kiss her brown boots.

Anthea is contentedly sighing, my head being patted. "That's a good boy. Now, there's one other thing. We need to call Vasso and you thank her for her decision and for the new chastity device."

My stomach drops further."C... call her, my Lady?" I stutter.

Anthea is nodding kindly, "Yes! And it would be in your best interest to sound eager and grateful if you don't wish to have the first date with the spikes." She gives me a sly smile.

I gulp, aware that I have no other option.

Anthea prods my aching balls with her boot tip. "Don't worry, boy. I'm going to milk you and drain these full balls. That will give you relief, at least for a while."

She tilts her head, considering her own words then goes on with a mock commiserating smile, "Of course, in a few days they'll be full and swollen again, but at least for the time being, you won't have the steel bars pressing so hard, yes?"

I incline my head respectfully. "Thank you, Lady, for your mercy," I say, though somewhat strained.

She laughs, entertained by the spectacle. "Of course, boy. That's what a good Mistress does, takes care of her slave's needs, even when those needs involve keeping you safely locked and under control."

Then she proceeds to the next gift, the electric training collar.

"This," she says, "will be so convenient for mother and me. Not only will it enable us to summon you whenever we desire our obedient little slave, but it will also keep you in your place when you should be. And..." she adds with a wicked smile, "... it's a great punishment aid."

She then takes the remote control and holds it up before me. On the small screen are the numbers 1 through 10.

"There are ten intensity levels," she explains, grinning and typing a few keys to demonstrate. "Mother and I figured we'd leave it at level six for now. That way, you'll know we're pushing the button, but not so much that we completely crisp your balls."

She's laughing while she talks, glancing over at me in response.

I wince but keep my gaze downward.

"But pay attention, boy," she continues, her voice taking on a harsher tone. "You'd do best to come at once when we summon you like this. No pulling, no lagging behind. If you are late, misbehave, or keep us waiting..."

She stops and lightly taps my forehead with the remote control. "We will not hesitate to apply level nine or ten. And trust me," she leans forward, smiling, "that will be extremely painful."

I nod obediently, my voice soft and respectful. "Yes, Lady. I will be quick. I will obey."

She pats my cheek. "Good boy. I have every confidence that you will be clever enough to escape punishment."

I swallow as she straps the collar around the base of my testicles, above the steel ball cage. The leather is snug, the device rigid and heavy. To ensure that it doesn't slide out of place, she securely straps it into place.

"There," she says cheerfully as she stands up and rubs her hands together as though she had just finished a routine household task. "Now, boy, let me show you how this works."

My body twitches involuntarily, my mind reeling at the thought of what number six would be, let alone nine or ten.

She is pressing a button on the remote looking directly into my eyes.

A searing jolt of electricity runs through my testicles. I shout out, my body convulsing involuntarily. It is not agonizing, but it is enough to take my breath away and cause my knees to buckle.

Lady Anthea smiles, satisfied with my reaction. "That was just a little test, boy," she says kindly. "Now think what it would be like at level nine or ten. I promise you, you will not have any fun."

I gulp and bow my head. "Yes, Lady. I will be there as soon as I am summoned."

She smiles, satisfied. "That's what I like to hear."

Anthea is standing and tossing something soft at me "Oh, and you will wear these until New Year's Eve."

I catch the lilac panties with pink bows and look at them.

I'm smiling wryly, bowing my head, "Thank you Lady." I put on the panties reluctantly.

There is a great big smile on Anthea's face. "Well, well, well, I never did think I'd see you in such women's underwear but as the saying goes, 'there's nowt so queer as folk!' Well, well Richard, it suits you perfectly!"

At last, she picks out the pink apron and smiles contentedly as she holds it up. She takes a step forward, adjusts it to fit properly, and ties it around my waist. I look down at myself and my face burns with shame.

Lady Anthea takes a step back, folds her arms, and tilts her head sideways as though examining my appearance. There is something mocking and taunting in her eyes, hidden behind a façade of sympathy.

"How lovely," she coos. "The pink suits you so well, boy. It does such a good job of hiding what little bit of masculinity you might have had left." She laughs softly.

I bow my head, embarrassed but compliant. "Thank you, Lady."

She ties the apron around my waist and coos, "This will be your uniform in my household from now on." She claps her hands together in a mock ecstasy after taking a step back to assess the effect. "Oh, how adorable! It suits you so well, boy."

I burn with embarrassment but bow my head in gratitude. "Thank you, Lady," I mutter.

She pats my head as if I'm a good pet. Then she's laughing to herself, slapping her hands together. "Marvelous! Now, be off. We have a telephone call to make and introduce mother to your new look."

I crawl on my hands and knees behind Lady Anthea to the lounge, my testicles bobbing painfully between my legs.

The electric collar's weight and the cage's tightness are constant reminders to me.

When we walk in, Olivia claps her hands together and says, "Oh my, how adorable!" Her face lights up with a look of innocent amusement. "The pink apron is perfect. Look at you, beast! Your masculinity is fading before my eyes!"

I glance down, mortified but accustomed to her teasing.

Anthea smiles. "Doesn't he look cute, Mother?"

Olivia nods emphatically. "Yes. Like a good little housemaid. Make a good curtsey maid!"

I curtsey low, holding and lifting my apron, I hold the position so Olivia can see my lilac panties and the new cage behind them.

"What a sight!" she guffaws. "And the steel cage, oh my." She is softly poking my trapped testicles with the toe of her foot. "I bet your balls are very aware of their new home, aren't they, creature?"

"Yes, Madam Olivia," I whisper.

Olivia laughs. "Good. Heavy balls indeed. You'll be feeling the weight of your service more and more as the days go by."

Anthea laughs along with her. "Yes! And now he'll have that added incentive to behave himself," she says, tapping the remote control she's holding. "Would you like to try it, Mother? After all it was your decision..."

Olivia's eyes sparkle. "Oh, definitely. Let's see how efficient it is!"

My stomach clenches as Anthea places the remote in Olivia's hand.

She presses the button.

A searing, burning shock rips through my testicles. My body tightens and I jerk, panting. Olivia's eyes light up with laughter. "Oh, that's fantastic! What an excellent training aid."

Anthea smiles. "And that was only level six."

I swallow, clenching myself tightly, my head bowed in abject submission.

Olivia giggles. "This will make calling him so much easier, you're right."

Even though my body is still getting used to the shock, I gasp, but I dare not complain. Instead, I bow and give Madam Olivia a thank-you kiss on her feet.

I say, "Thank you, Madam Olivia, for these kind gifts."

She looks down at me and sighs contentedly. "You're very welcome, creature. We plan to continue using you for many, many years to come."

Anthea smiles and nods her head. "Yes. And he will be even more helpful to us now that he is properly equipped."

I mumble, "Thank you, Madam Olivia. Thank you, Lady."

They smile happily at one another.

"Oh, creature," Olivia coos, settling back into the couch, "I believe you are really going to love this next phase of your servitude. We will, too."

Anthea is sitting cross-legged on the couch, her right boot barely off the floor, rocking back and forth in a slow, lazy motion.

I remain kneeling at her feet, my face at the height of her boot, watching it sway hypnotically. My heart pounds in anticipation as she casually picks up her phone and dials Vasso.

Anthea says smirking as the call connects, "Vasso, darling! How are you?"

Vasso's voice is distant and cool, "Anthea! How lovely to hear from you! I am fine. I just returned from the gym and feel great. And you?"

"I'm finally home! I had a wonderful holiday, however, as they say, 'there's no place like home.'"

Vasso chuckles, "True. Did you get me a souvenir, or am I not worthy?"

Anthea is giggling, "Oh, come on. Sure, you are! I did have something for you, though, but you'll just have to wait until we meet up."

"Hmm, suspense? You know I despise waiting."

Anthea is smiling down at me. "Talking of waiting... somebody here is kneeling impatiently at my feet, dying to speak with you."

Vasso answers listlessly, "Oh? And what does this keen little thing want of me?"

Anthea laughs, sinking back into the couch. "Oh, maybe to promise eternal love, or confess to a crime." They erupted in mocking laughter at my expense.

She holds the phone loosely in her hand and turns it on speaker.

I stutter and bow my head even more. "Miss Vasso, thank you for allowing me to speak to you."

Vasso replies derisively, as if she can barely be bothered. "And why must you speak with me, boy? What can you have to say that's so pressing?"

I gulp, "I... I wanted to... thank you, Miss Vasso. For... for the chastity device of your choice."

Vasso is chuckling low in her throat, with a trace of mirth in her tone. "Ah! You like my style? Good. I accept your thanks, boy."

Anthea interrupts, laughing, as she runs her finger around the edge of my cage. "Boy, tell her how it feels. She would absolutely adore hearing about it, I'm sure."

Vasso says in feigned interest, "Yes, tell me. How does it feel on you?"

I'm flushed with shame, "It is... terribly tight, Miss Vasso..."

She's giving out a low smug hum. "Good. It's just that way."

I frantically swear, "I'll be good. I will serve well!"

Vasso is laughing, "We'll see."

Anthea speaks in a warm tone, "Vasso, we must see each other this weekend for coffee. I must tell you everything about my holidays!"

Vasso smiles happily, "Yes, let's. I'll text you the time and place."

Anthea smirks, "Brilliant. Talk to you soon, darling!"

She puts the phone down and stretches smugly. On the other side of the city Vasso smiles to herself.

Then Anthea is getting up, tidying her coat. "I'm off to meet up with my friends and have dinner. They've all missed me, and they want to know all about my holidays."

I bow my head low. "Have a good time, my Lady."

She turns to me. "You, boy, will take these three suitcases to my house. Unpack, begin to hand wash our clothes, and wait for me there. Understood?"

I bow deeply. "Yes, Lady, thank you!"

I bend to respectably kiss her boots as she smiles down on me and walks towards the door. With no other word, she turns and leaves the house.

I crawl back to Olivia's feet gently rest my head against them.

"Madam Olivia, would you like me to make you a hot bubble bath to help you relax after the long trip?"

"That would be beautiful, creature. I'm worn out. I'm not going on these lengthy trips anymore. I'm too old for all this dashing about and work."

I look down respectfully. "Madam Olivia, you're not old. You're an active, lively woman. It's normal to feel exhausted after traveling."

She gives me a brief glance while her lips quiver into a cunning grin. She teases, "Flattery, animal? Even if you're trying to deceive me, I'll overlook it."

I bend my head and respond, "Madam, I speak nothing but the truth."

I quickly prepare her bath by filling it with hot water and fragrant bubbles. I stand patiently beside the bathtub with my head bent and my hands folded on my thighs.

I inhale deeply as Madam Olivia enters. She's wearing just her underwear dark brown lace, plain but lovely.

In a supplicating motion, I drop to my knees and lift my clasped hands. "Let me assist you with the bath, Madam Olivia."

Her head jerks as she laughs. "Oh, creature, I don't think I'm prepared for that level of closeness with a man."

I lift my gaze slightly but keep the subservient pose. "But I am not a man, Madam Olivia. I am a creature... your slave. And..." I breathe softly, "... I wear my chastity cage. I am harmless to you."

As though considering what I said, she rests one hand on her hip. She then gives me a seductive smile and teasingly says, "Hmmm... I guess I should spare your eyes the sight of my ugly, wrinkled skin."

I shake my head in hasty denial, my voice pronouncing in obsequious devotion. "Madam Olivia, you are wrong. You are a very beautiful and desirable lady."

Her smile widens, and I catch a flash of satisfaction on her face before she quickly covers it with a smile of mirth. "Such commitment. You don't consider me old and worn out, do you?"

I bow my head once more. "Never, Madam Olivia."

She gives a small smile before her face changes and becomes sour. "Creature, you are correct in one regard, you are not a man. I don't see Anthea's ex-boyfriend when I look at you. I don't see a lover or a partner. I see a mere servant."

I'm still on my knees, voice submissive. "Yes, Madam Olivia. I am your slave, your toy, here to serve and please you as you please."

She leans back on her head, regarding me with interest. Then, slowly, she laughs and a smile appears. She responds, "Yes... yes, I'm sure you're right. You're too broken, too conditioned for service. A mere thing to take care of my needs."

I shiver at her words, down my spine. "Yes, Madam Olivia," I whisper.

She lets out a satisfied breath. "Good. Then undress me."

I shake with my hands as I slowly slide the straps of her bra down over her shoulders, unfastening the clasp and revealing her full somewhat sagging breasts.

Then, with all deference, I pull down her panties, my eyes cast downward. She gracefully gets out them and stands in front of me nude.

As she slips into the warm bath water, she exhales with relief. She is surrounded by bubbles.

"Very well, creature," she says as she enters the warm water, "start by washing my hair if you wish to serve so badly."

I immediately comply, kneeling on the floor next to the bathtub and using gentle fingers to run shampoo through her long hair.

She enjoys my attention as she closes her eyes. She tells me, "Hmm... you do have good hands, creature."

"Thank you, Madam Olivia."

I gently shampoo her hair before grabbing the sponge and using slow, deferential strokes to wash her spine. "Madam, may I sponge your breasts?" I ask quietly.

A sly smile spreads across her face as she opens one eye. "Horny, aren't you?"

She stretches out on the tub, a languid motion. "Go on, then. Let's see if you can be gentle about it."

Respectfully, I guide the sponge over her breasts, fingers light, verging on worship. Madam Olivia watches, her smile deepening.

"Years ago," she says wistfully, "these breasts were firm and standing. Men would kill to have them. But now," she lifts one a little way, then allows it to drop, "they sag. Not a very pleasing sight for you, I think."

I look up, I nod my head in sincerity. "You are wrong, Madam Olivia. Your breasts still appear royally beautiful."

She ridicules my seriousness, her head moving. "You are quite something, creature. I do not believe a considerably younger man is smitten by my appearance."

"I am, Madam Olivia," I respond without hesitation.

Then, in a taunting manner, she continues, "Maybe it's that you have not had an orgasm for months and you're so hungry for any woman that even an older woman such as me is desirable? I'm certain you're so hungry, you'd want any woman."

I bow my head, but my voice is resolute. "No, Madam Olivia. I am in awe of you. Your physical and internal beauty. Your cleverness, your wisdom, your power. If it was to your liking, I would serve you intimately as well."

She stands there, shocked. Her eyes briefly widen before narrowing with laughter. With her head tilted to the side, she asks, "Oh? Now that is interesting."

I nod, my voice trembling with respect. "It would be my privilege to serve you in any way you desire, Madam Olivia."

"Well, well, well." she says. "A young man, begging to serve an older woman in that way. How fascinating."

And then a wicked, cunning smile spreads across her face. "Oh, my poor, starving little animal," she coos in mockery. "You'd really give yourself to an older woman like me? Or is your cock held captive and your brain whirling in frustration?"

Her words shame me even more, stripping away at whatever last shred of manhood I possess. I lower my head obediently. "I live but to serve you, Madam Olivia."

She lies back in the tub, a wicked twinkle in her eye. "Well, well, well... how very interesting a little confession. I wonder... should I take advantage of such pathetic eagerness?"

She runs her finger over her chin, as if considering, as I kneel at her side, holding her capricious whim in waiting. Within Olivia is a mixed sense of amusement, curiosity, and self-congratulatory smugness.

Having a man-one so much younger-at her feet, willing to worship her body despite age, makes her irresistibly powerful.

She lets out a small snorting laugh. "You sound nearly romantic about it."

She laughs then, shaking her head. "Imagine that, my daughter's old boyfriend, now on his knees, dedicating himself to an older woman, Anthea's mother. Oh, how the mighty have fallen."

She looks at me for another interminable moment then leans back against the tub, arms on the edge. Her smile doesn't falter. "I must say, creature, you are refreshingly."

I lower my head in submission. "Thank you, Madam."

She bursts out laughing, splashing water everywhere on me. "Oh, creature, I do not know if I should be pleased or taunt you to eternity. But one thing for sure, you are mine to use as I please."

She breathes slowly out, like she is relishing the experience. "Hmm... we shall see, creature. Until then, wash me again. And do it properly, I wish to be pampered."

"Yes, Madam Olivia," I mumble, resuming the sponge.

She smiles, her eyes closing, relaxing in the warm water, aware she has complete authority over the beast at her feet.

I incline my head and continue my work, sponging her belly and move down to her sacred pussy that brought forth Anthea, my body burning with shame, adoration, and despairing hope.

Olivia lies back in the huge porcelain tub, the warm water enveloping her body. Her thighs, belly, and collarbones all have delicate patterns traced by the water's glint.

I respectfully wash her legs while kneeling next to the tub. My hands move slowly along her calves, the soap and water running off in small streams. I clean the arch of her foot, washing each of her toes, the movements almost prayer, head bowed.

She does not say a word, her eyes remote. But inside, a storm is raging.

'He was my daughter's boyfriend once... but that does not count now, does it?'

'He never laid hands on her even. He never possessed her. He is still a virgin. A man? No. No, not a man. Just a chaste, innocent, pathetic little slave.'

She thinks of Prague, the muted night Anthea smiled over the edge of her wine glass and whispered wickedly.

"Mother, he's perfectly harmless... Why not employ him? He'd be so happy to obey you. And you stand to lose nothing at all, hmm?"

Olivia had dismissed the proposal with a snort and an eye roll, but now, during the bath, with my hands so diligently rubbing her legs, the proposition lingers.

Her breast rises in a deep breath. The notion provokes something way in the back of her, an old sensation. A hunger she'd never known she had.

Her voice breaks the silence.

"Hand me my lighter and a cigarette. I need one now."

I nod in affirmation. I stand up immediately, grab the lighter and cigarette from the vanity, and step back over next to her. I hold them out, I'm flipping the lighter.

She draws in, the paper crackling as the coals light. A pause, and she releases a loose plume of smoke, her eyes squinting, thoughtful.

Then she smiles, ever so slightly.

"Open your mouth. Don't move."

I part my lips and stand rigid next to the tub, kneeling. She looks at me for a moment then extends her cigarette in a slow sweep of her wrist, dropping the ash onto my tongue.

Her mind clashes with the same thought as she easily pours the ash into my mouth.

Then she suddenly leans forward a little, placing the cigarette between my open mouth.

"Swallow."

She shoves the still-burning cigarette into my open mouth. I involuntarily close my mouth over it, the heat burning for a second before I swallow it into my stomach, the bitterness burning my throat.

"Good boy."

And then, as if nothing had happened, she re-lies in the bath, stretching out her legs, curling and uncurling her toes under the water.

She does not speak another word, just relaxing in her bath while I go on washing her legs.

In her mind, the question remains.

Would it be so bad to indulge? Once?