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SLAVE TO MY STEPSISTERS - part 2: My Stepmother steps in
Summary of part 1:
After my father's death I had been living under one roof with my stepmother and her three daughters. I secretly lusted for all three of her daughters and - I would hardly even admit it to myself - for my stepmother. They had made sure I did my share of the domestic chores - which I considered fair. One of the tasks assigned to me was everyone's laundry. One time - and it really was this one time - I felt horny and jerked off in one of their panties (of the eldest daughter - I knew perfectlu well what belonged to whom, as I was also to do the ironing, folding and replacing in their walk-in closets, cupboards and drawers). I shouldn't have, because as chance would have it my young and est stepdaughter spotted me and unbeknownst to me made several pictures. They later confronted me and threatened to tell their mum and - worse - to circulate them amongst their friends. They said I needed to be punished and added that that would then be the end of it. Terrified I submitted to their demands - something I should have refused with the benefit of hindsight. My stepsisters secretly videotaped me: stripping naked, calling them Mistress, kissing their feet, kneeling with my head down on the floor... As I should have figured, this was not a one time punishmnt and the footage they had now - with great audio too - would be guaranteed to go viral at my school - and beyond. The enslaved me 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.
Part 2
That night they said they were going "to let their mother in on the fun" the next day. I was excited, because even though she was always very partial to her daughters I figured she would not go along. My stepsisters 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. My stepsisers had selected a tight pair of white nylon briefs, 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 stepmother would be able to see the outline of my dick and balls.
I felt like a complete idiot when she 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?" She looked puzzled and I expected her to ask me what the hell I was doing 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 stepsisters - who were joining us merrily - had told me to do on their list.
"Ben made us breakfast," my mother explained, likely reacting to their 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 his female superiors?"
My stepmother seemed lost in thought 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 stepmother, Katy pointed to her foot.
I quickly pulled off my underwear, got on my knees, lowered my head and covered her feet with kisses. "Good slave," she said. "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.
I opened my eyes and mouth wide and groaned. "Owww...thank you for punishing my balls, Mistress!" I said bewildered. This was not going as I had expected. At all.
"That's enough reward, slave," she said. "Get back in there and serve."
"Thank you, Mistress," I said as I pulled my underwear back on and followed a few steps behind her into the kitchen with my bag aching as a constant reminder of the need to follow my stepsisters' instruction to perfection - and of my male weakness.
"Has everyone had enough food?" I asked. "If so, can I sit on the floor and eat my breakfast?" I hated asking that, but it was spelled out specifically on the list.
"On the floor?" my stepmother asked.
"Yes, ma'am," I said. She raised an eyebrow, then let me kneel down on the floor.
While the three women chatted, I ate my eggs, bacon and toast I was wondering what my options were for getting out of this now that my stepmother seemed to take a long time to put a stop to this.
The items on the list were quickly taking me to a point of no return, and my stepmother did not seem keen to end my humiliation. For the next several hours, I followed her around like... a slave, asking her if she needed anything and attending to her wishes.
My stepmother and I seemed to be settling into a pattern with me acting like her servant and her not opposing it, perhaps even enjoying it.
After I made her and my stepsisters lunch, according to the script, I was to stand at attention in front of the table with my hands behind my back as they ate, listening attentively for their directions and not speaking.
Allison fired the first shot by asking a question to Katy. "What do you think it would be like for Ben if we all agreed that he's no longer a stepbrother or a stepson, but a slave? Honestly," she said, putting down her fork and looking me over, reminding me how vulnerable and exposed I was standing there in just brief, "Wouldn't that be great? Even though I admit it would also be extremely humiliating."
"What if," Katy continued, "he were forbidden from wearing any clothing at all in this house? So as soon as he comes home from school, he has to strip totally naked."
No matter how much I hated it, blood rushed to my penis, and it swelled fast -- the head straining against the fabric and tenting it hard, pulling the elastic away from my waist and around my legs. I looked ridiculous! They all couldn't help noticing and grinning.
"Mom," Allison asked, going in for the kill, "is it okay if Ben pulls his underwear down in front of you right now?"
Asking her for permission for me to pull down my underwear was a stroke of genius, because it made clear to all four of them that I no longer had any control over my body no matter how much it embarrassed or humiliated me. Precum poured out of my penis and turned my tighty whities translucent around my dick head. There was simply no way for me to regain my masculine pride, and it kept getting worse. I could feel all my defenses collapsing.
After what seemed like the longest time, my stepmother said "Actually, I don't mind at all". She had a grin of satisfaction I had never seen before. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table as though she were preparing for a grand unveiling. "Why are you wearing clothing in front of us?" she asked me, which shocked the hell out of me and made me feel like I'd done something wrong.
Confused and cornered, I said "I'm sorry, Mistress," which made all four women laugh in unison. At that moment, I gave up and pulled my underwear down -- which caused my rock hard dick to bounce up and down -- and now stood before them totally naked, hard as a rock.
"Thank us, slave," Allison said. To my stepmother's visible surprise and delight, I immediately got down on all fours, kept my butt in the air as I was trained and began covering their feet with kisses. At this point, it was clear to everyone what my position in the household's hierarchy would be from now on.
"Stand up," my stepmother commanded. I got up and stood at attention like a young soldier, my hard cock pointing straight out across the table like a sword and my balls hanging low.
"Yes, mistress?" I asked.
"It took me a while to take this ll in, but I have decied it will be a good idea for you to become our slave. This means you will be naked at all times around us and every other female we choose. Your shyness and embarrassment will never be an impediment to your carrying out your slave duties. All four of us will work together every day to take away more and more of your privacy and your ability to make any decisions. And your sisters and I will select which girls you date. In fact, we will start finding girls right away to inspect you to see if they are willing to train you to be their boyfriend. Also, your slavery will be permanent. No matter how much you dislike it, you will be unable to regain any form of control."
My eighteen year old brain simply reached its saturation point, and I sprayed a stream of cum across the kitchen table. For a full minute, my entire body convulsed from the most intense orgasm of my life, and never once did I even touch my dick. As my body finished shaking, I stiffened my trembling knees and realized I had just put on the most embarrassing show of all time thanks to my cock.
"Well," my stepmother said, "I have my answer," causing all four to laugh again. "I suggest we all take turns in reddening his ass now for all his mistakes to date", Allison said. "Good plan", her mother answered. "What should we use?" Allison didn't need time to think: "We have already tught him a lesson a few times, mom, with a paddle we keep upstairs. Go fetch it, slave!"
So that's how it happened. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't awkward switching from a stepson and stepbrother to a fulltime naked and obedient slave and maid to four women, but they kept me too busy with all the work and humiliating rules I had to obey to worry about it.
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SLAVE TO MY STEPSISTERS - part 2: My Stepmother steps in
Summary of part 1:
After my father's death I had been living under one roof with my stepmother and her three daughters. I secretly lusted for all three of her daughters and - I would hardly even admit it to myself - for my stepmother. They had made sure I did my share of the domestic chores - which I considered fair. One of the tasks assigned to me was everyone's laundry. One time - and it really was this one time - I felt horny and jerked off in one of their panties (of the eldest daughter - I knew perfectlu well what belonged to whom, as I was also to do the ironing, folding and replacing in their walk-in closets, cupboards and drawers). I shouldn't have, because as chance would have it my young and est stepdaughter spotted me and unbeknownst to me made several pictures. They later confronted me and threatened to tell their mum and - worse - to circulate them amongst their friends. They said I needed to be punished and added that that would then be the end of it. Terrified I submitted to their demands - something I should have refused with the benefit of hindsight. My stepsisters secretly videotaped me: stripping naked, calling them Mistress, kissing their feet, kneeling with my head down on the floor... As I should have figured, this was not a one time punishmnt and the footage they had now - with great audio too - would be guaranteed to go viral at my school - and beyond. The enslaved me 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.
Part 2
That night they said they were going "to let their mother in on the fun" the next day. I was excited, because even though she was always very partial to her daughters I figured she would not go along. My stepsisters 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. My stepsisers had selected a tight pair of white nylon briefs, 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 stepmother would be able to see the outline of my dick and balls.
I felt like a complete idiot when she 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?" She looked puzzled and I expected her to ask me what the hell I was doing 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 stepsisters - who were joining us merrily - had told me to do on their list.
"Ben made us breakfast," my mother explained, likely reacting to their 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 his female superiors?"
My stepmother seemed lost in thought 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 stepmother, Katy pointed to her foot.
I quickly pulled off my underwear, got on my knees, lowered my head and covered her feet with kisses. "Good slave," she said. "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.
I opened my eyes and mouth wide and groaned. "Owww...thank you for punishing my balls, Mistress!" I said bewildered. This was not going as I had expected. At all.
"That's enough reward, slave," she said. "Get back in there and serve."
"Thank you, Mistress," I said as I pulled my underwear back on and followed a few steps behind her into the kitchen with my bag aching as a constant reminder of the need to follow my stepsisters' instruction to perfection - and of my male weakness.
"Has everyone had enough food?" I asked. "If so, can I sit on the floor and eat my breakfast?" I hated asking that, but it was spelled out specifically on the list.
"On the floor?" my stepmother asked.
"Yes, ma'am," I said. She raised an eyebrow, then let me kneel down on the floor.
While the three women chatted, I ate my eggs, bacon and toast I was wondering what my options were for getting out of this now that my stepmother seemed to take a long time to put a stop to this.
The items on the list were quickly taking me to a point of no return, and my stepmother did not seem keen to end my humiliation. For the next several hours, I followed her around like... a slave, asking her if she needed anything and attending to her wishes.
My stepmother and I seemed to be settling into a pattern with me acting like her servant and her not opposing it, perhaps even enjoying it.
After I made her and my stepsisters lunch, according to the script, I was to stand at attention in front of the table with my hands behind my back as they ate, listening attentively for their directions and not speaking.
Allison fired the first shot by asking a question to Katy. "What do you think it would be like for Ben if we all agreed that he's no longer a stepbrother or a stepson, but a slave? Honestly," she said, putting down her fork and looking me over, reminding me how vulnerable and exposed I was standing there in just brief, "Wouldn't that be great? Even though I admit it would also be extremely humiliating."
"What if," Katy continued, "he were forbidden from wearing any clothing at all in this house? So as soon as he comes home from school, he has to strip totally naked."
No matter how much I hated it, blood rushed to my penis, and it swelled fast -- the head straining against the fabric and tenting it hard, pulling the elastic away from my waist and around my legs. I looked ridiculous! They all couldn't help noticing and grinning.
"Mom," Allison asked, going in for the kill, "is it okay if Ben pulls his underwear down in front of you right now?"
Asking her for permission for me to pull down my underwear was a stroke of genius, because it made clear to all four of them that I no longer had any control over my body no matter how much it embarrassed or humiliated me. Precum poured out of my penis and turned my tighty whities translucent around my dick head. There was simply no way for me to regain my masculine pride, and it kept getting worse. I could feel all my defenses collapsing.
After what seemed like the longest time, my stepmother said "Actually, I don't mind at all". She had a grin of satisfaction I had never seen before. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table as though she were preparing for a grand unveiling. "Why are you wearing clothing in front of us?" she asked me, which shocked the hell out of me and made me feel like I'd done something wrong.
Confused and cornered, I said "I'm sorry, Mistress," which made all four women laugh in unison. At that moment, I gave up and pulled my underwear down -- which caused my rock hard dick to bounce up and down -- and now stood before them totally naked, hard as a rock.
"Thank us, slave," Allison said. To my stepmother's visible surprise and delight, I immediately got down on all fours, kept my butt in the air as I was trained and began covering their feet with kisses. At this point, it was clear to everyone what my position in the household's hierarchy would be from now on.
"Stand up," my stepmother commanded. I got up and stood at attention like a young soldier, my hard cock pointing straight out across the table like a sword and my balls hanging low.
"Yes, mistress?" I asked.
"It took me a while to take this ll in, but I have decied it will be a good idea for you to become our slave. This means you will be naked at all times around us and every other female we choose. Your shyness and embarrassment will never be an impediment to your carrying out your slave duties. All four of us will work together every day to take away more and more of your privacy and your ability to make any decisions. And your sisters and I will select which girls you date. In fact, we will start finding girls right away to inspect you to see if they are willing to train you to be their boyfriend. Also, your slavery will be permanent. No matter how much you dislike it, you will be unable to regain any form of control."
My eighteen year old brain simply reached its saturation point, and I sprayed a stream of cum across the kitchen table. For a full minute, my entire body convulsed from the most intense orgasm of my life, and never once did I even touch my dick. As my body finished shaking, I stiffened my trembling knees and realized I had just put on the most embarrassing show of all time thanks to my cock.
"Well," my stepmother said, "I have my answer," causing all four to laugh again. "I suggest we all take turns in reddening his ass now for all his mistakes to date", Allison said. "Good plan", her mother answered. "What should we use?" Allison didn't need time to think: "We have already tught him a lesson a few times, mom, with a paddle we keep upstairs. Go fetch it, slave!"
So that's how it happened. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't awkward switching from a stepson and stepbrother to a fulltime naked and obedient slave and maid to four women, but they kept me too busy with all the work and humiliating rules I had to obey to worry about it.