Collared Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

Collared Ch. 04

... day!"

That got the wheels rolling in my head, they were right. A lot of ideas started popping in my head. I had an accountant for the business and he was my only real friend. I had confessed to him that I was a submissive, I know he can help me hide assets.

Our food arrived, as Wendy and Francine gored themselves on Burgers and fries, I had Luke-warm clear soup, tempered applesauce and bland mashed potatoes.

As we ate, the two of them volunteered to help answer any questions I might have and help me understand my training, being kind of like my submissive sponsors. We shared contact information and the two of them told me many stories about their mutual servitude to their older rich widowed Mistress.

Wendy's phone chimed and she looked at it,

Wendy started gathering up her things. "Phil has the stuff ready, let's go!"

The next half hour was very strange, we walked into the Pharmacy, Wendy had me pay for the medicines then she and Francine led me into the rest room.

Before I knew it, my pants were at my ankles and the two submissive women started studying my "new" body. Eventually they focused on my bound cock.

"We'll need him slightly hard so we can get access to the tattooed area," Wendy said to Francine.

Wendy opened a few of the packages and Francine went to her knees and sucked my balls into her mouth. She started working her tongue on the ring. The whole action started my cock to swell.

"There," said Wendy, "that should be ...

... enough."

Francine went back to her feet and Wendy started administering some suave past the wires of the cage and she started swabbing the tip and sides of my penis. She finished things off by spraying my genitals with an antiseptic spray.

Francine was impressed by the size of my penis while Wendy gave her a pleasing look of 'I told you so' with a mischievous smile.

Then they focused on the ring through my balls, then the two of them gasped.

"Have you really looked at your cock cage," asked Wendy.

"No, I was going to do that when I got home."

"Have your owners let on that anything was different about it?"

"No, not really," I responded, "Why?"

They held up my balls enough for me to see the base of my cock in the mirror.

"Do you see this black rectangular thing, right here," said Francine pointing to a small black box.

"This sucker is electric!!"

"W-w-what does that mean," I stammered recognizing that these women seemed slightly alarmed.

"It means that they can remotely zap your balls whenever they want, did you feel any of that after they put it on you?"

"Well no, maybe they don't know what it is," I said as wishful thinking.

"I doubt it," said Wendy, "my bet is that they are saving it for the right time."

Now, I have experimented with electricity on my genitals, but I always had control of it. My thoughts were interrupted by Francine.

"Looky here Wendy, the thought of getting zapped at his owners discretion has his cock swelling in the cage ...