In part one, an older man introduced me to a world of feminization, chastity, and submission - a world I'd always dreamed of, but never had the courage to explore. Today: I meet his friends.

I'd thought I'd never get to sleep, as aroused as I was. But the night must have caught up with me. Conner's cock in my mouth, his hips thrusting against me...

Before I knew it, it was morning.

I kept my eyes shut, but I could feel sunlight streaming in the windows, spilling over me in the big fluffy pink canopy bed. We'd never made it out of Tabitha's room. I stretched indulgently. I was still wearing pink satin panties, under a satin chemise Conner had picked out. Beneath all that, I was still in chastity. The odd weight of the sheath enclosed me down there, keeping me soft and wanting.

I opened my eyes, finally - and froze in shock.

Standing at the foot of the bed was a gorgeous, statuesque woman. It could only be Tabitha.

I yelped and pulled the blanket - her blanket - over my head.

Conner stirred beside me, and I heard a soft chuckle. "Hey, Tabby."

I hid under the covers, horrified. I was wearing her stuff!

Tabitha's voice was stern, with an aristocratic British accent: "Having fun in my bed, Conner?"

"Look, we might have gotten a tiny bit carried away."

"I should say you did. Looks like your little hussy there got carried away by my unmentionables."

I was ready to die...until I heard a stifled giggle.

I peeked out. Tabitha tried to look stern, but finally she lost her composure and burst out laughing. "Oh darling," she said. "I really had you going for a moment, didn't I? You're so pretty! You look just lovely. You're welcome to my things."

"I didn't--I just--" I began to stammer, unsure how to react.

Then things got immeasurably worse. Adria walked into the room, carrying a cup of coffee. Adria, my girlfriend.

When she saw me her eyes went wide. "Oh my God." She took in the spaghetti straps of my chemise, Conner laying next to me.

She walked over and whipped the blankets off me, exposing my panties. I yelped and tried to cover myself, but she went even further: she tugged them down until my little chastity cage sprang into view. "Mikey, you're already in chastity?!"

"I'm sorry!" I squawked. "We were just playing around. We were just experimenting. It wasn't serious. We were just drunk."

Adria looked baffled for a moment; then she laughed. "Oh, sweetie." She sat down and stroked my tousled hair. "Oh, babe. Did you think I'd be mad?"

I stared up at her, wide-eyed.

She smiled. "No one's mad. I'm just impressed that Conner got you there so fast. We all wanted this for you, sweetheart."

"Wh...what?"

"I knew about you right away. Oh, don't worry, you act perfectly normal. I'm just...very in tune to theses sorts of vibes. The minute we met, I saw you just...like...this." She tapped my cage as she spoke, sending little jolts of sensation through my little trapped cock.

Conner, lying next to me, put his hands behind his head. Tabitha sat at her makeup table, watching us in her mirror.

Adria went into exposition mode. "I said these people weren't like my regular family," she said. "We're more like a...commune, I suppose. Or a polycule. All six of us play around with each other." She slipped into bed beside me, squeezing me between her and Conner, and her hand slid over my silky nightie. "We've been hunting for another submissive, ever since sweet Sara went back to London. We were on the lookout for just the right girl. A lovely obedient girl who's been trapped in a boy's body. Someone we could set free. You understand?"

I caught my breath. Her hand roamed onto my bottom.

"Do you feel free right now, Mikey?"

I bit my lip...but finally I nodded. It seemed like honesty was okay in this house, and the truth was, I did. I really did.

"I'm so glad," she murmured. She leaned in and kissed me. Not like she used to. Not like a girl kisses a boy. Like two girls kissing, which it turns out is different. Soft and nice. There was a secret kind of affection to her kiss: halfway between friends and lovers.

I looked at her, then at Conner...then at Tabitha, watching the three of us in her bed with a distinctly amused air. "So, um...now what?" I asked. All the talk of polycules and submission had me feeling very much out of my depth.

Tabitha stood and clapped her hands. "Now," she said, "breakfast."

We all cooked together in Tabitha's massive old kitchen. The storm had blown off overnight, and it was a glorious bright day. Tabitha wore a pretty floral sundress. Adria was in tiny shorts and a loose tank top. Conner pulled on sweatpants.

I made a move for clothes too, but Adria playfully slapped my hand. "But you look so cute like that!" Secretly I liked looking like this, so I didn't complain. I stayed in my pretty white silk chemise, with my panties peeking out. It was fun to be the only person who wasn't properly dressed. I found myself acting feminine and submissive. I set the table for us all - a big heavy wooden table out on the deck, overlooking the forest.

The three of them bantered easily as they worked. They'd obviously been friends for a long time. Conner slapped me on the butt as he walked by. I tried to act cool, but on the inside my mind was whirling. This was so weird, and it was happening so fast! Everyone seemed casual, like this was normal for them, and I tried to act the same. But inside, I was still on a knife edge of arousal and nerves. I was still in chastity; I'd never gotten any release. I kept catching myself staring at all of them. Peeping down Adria's loose tank top. Staring at Tabitha, trying to make out a bulge under her dress. Conner's big biceps, remembering how he'd felt looming over me last night, thrusting inside me...

"Didn't you say there were six of you?" I asked shyly as we carried platters of eggs and waffles out to the table. Birds sang in the woods around us. It was a warm spring morning.

"Sean, Tony and Milly will be in this afternoon," said Tabitha. "We wanted to get here first. We wanted some time with you."

"Me?"

"Look, obviously we didn't plan your introduction just like this," said Adria, her hand on my knee. "The storm changed things. It was supposed to be me and Conner together who, ah, initiated you."

"Oh." I tried to imagine how that would have gone. Would it have been harder or easier for me?

"I should mention," said Carter. "Nothing that happens here leaves the cabin. For a bunch of very good reasons, one of whom you're going to meet in a couple hours. No one talks about anything we do here. On the outside you're just regular Mikey, until otherwise ordered."

"Um...okay."

"Listen," said Adria. "I know this is all new to you. I don't want you to feel like you're forced into a role, or expected to act like a pretty little sub all the time. This is a place of freedom, and we'll be here all weekend. If you feel like wearing jeans, wear jeans. If you're feeling masculine for a while, go ahead and act that way. It seems like you enjoy being a submissive girl, and we think that's just lovely. We'll take all the Mikey we can get. But no one ever wants you to do anything you're not completely enthusiastic about."

"That's nice. I, um...I do like it. Like this. Um, so far. Though."

"I'll bet you do." Tabitha laughed. "Subby little girls like you are always obsessed with it at first. You probably can't stop thinking about being treated like a girl."

I blushed. "I mean, it's all pretty wild."

Adria nodded. "I saw you checking Tabitha out. It's okay! She's super hot! Are you wondering what she's got between her legs?"

My blush deepened. I was afraid I would seem gauche. I nodded timidly.

Tabitha rose, all business. "Well, we can't let the poor dear die of curiosity, can we?"

She strode over to the railing and pulled her dress over her head.

Underneath, she wore a black lacy bra over medium-sized breasts, and matching black lace bikini-cut panties that did a very poor job covering the bulge of her cock.

I did indeed stare.

"Come over here," she said.

I approached, only trembling a little. Conner and Adria pushed their chairs back and watched as though we were about to do a magic trick.

Tabitha's hand came on my waist and she pulled me closer, closer, until she could whisper in my ear. "Do you like sucking cock, darling?"

I gasped, but I nodded. My state of desperate arousal was too strong for me to be less than honest. "Yes," I whispered back.

"Do you want to suck my cock right now?" she breathed.

I looked nervously over my shoulder. Conner and Adria were still watching. I'd had his cock in my mouth just hours ago. And Adria was...technically still my girlfriend. "Like...right here?" We were outside, too. It's true that we were way off in the woods, no other houses around, but still. Right out on the deck...I was, after all, still brand new to all of this.

But Tabitha was unfazed. "The thing is," she said, "this is where we are, darling, and now I want my cock sucked. So. Yes, right here." A strict tone crept into her voice, like she was giving me an order. "On your knees, Mikey."

I glanced behind me once more, looking for a note of disapproval on Adria's face. A hint of disgust or anger, of mocking or jealousy. But instead she smiled gently at me and nodded. Go ahead, her eyes said. It's okay.

Just yesterday, I'd thought of myself as a normal straight guy, with a few kinky fantasies in my head. Today, I was in panties. My cock was caged, and I was about to suck a woman's cock for an audience. Things had moved so fast, and so far. It was almost too much to process.

But I didn't have to process it. I didn't have to analyze this. I could just explore. These people had made me trust them. They'd introduced me to a hedonistic world of unapologetic desire, and I wanted desperately to explore that world.

I got on my knees.

Tabitha stroked my hair gently. I looked up into her eyes. "You're so sweet," she said. "You can call me Mistress when you're serving me."

"Yes, Mistress," I said softly, the word sending a thrill of excitement and desire from my tongue down to my trapped little cock.

Her own cock wasn't as big as Conner's, but it was plenty bigger than mine. It was rock hard. "Okay, darling," she said. "Go to work now."

I obeyed.

I knelt there on the deck and closed my lips around Tabitha's cock, the morning sun glowing on my thighs. Squirrels chased each other through the pines. Conner and Adria watched me give my second-ever blowjob.

Tabitha leaned back, sighing, playing with my hair now and then. Once she took a sip of coffee. I pushed my head down to show her how well I could deep throat her, and she smiled indulgently.

I felt the same dark, queasy humiliation I'd felt at times last night. I was giving a blowjob for an audience. How the relationship had changed between me and Adria! I'd never be able to go back to normal boyfriend-girlfriend. Not after she'd seen me like this.

But this was what she wanted, I reminded myself. This was her plan; she'd always wanted me on my knees. And I couldn't help the feeling that it was a compliment to be invited. These people were all so cool. Gathering in this mansion, bantering and playing, complete freedom and trust. And Adria had picked me! I'd thought she was out of my league; her interest in me had always seemed strange. Now it all made sense.

"What do you think, darlings," said Tabitha, as I bobbed my head on her cock. "Should I cum on her face or in her mouth?"

On my face?! That would be so demeaning, so gross...I wasn't sure whether I'd like it. Not that she'd asked me.

"Mouth! Mouth! Mouth!" chanted Adria.

"Face!" Conner called.

"You two are no help at all," said Tabitha.

"I already did it in her mouth," Conner argued. "Face would be new."

"Fine," said Adria, conceding, and finally addressed me. "Do you want Tabitha to cum on your face, sweetheart?"

"Mm-hmm," I hummed, staying busy. It sounded demeaning, but I liked that they were in charge. I wanted them to decide what would happen to me. Besides, I was so excited at the prospect of making Tabitha cum that I didn't much care how she did it.

"Come over and help, then," Tabitha said to Adria. "Jerk me off onto your pretty friend's face." Adria hopped up and knelt between us, grinning. She grabbed Tabitha's cock and jerked it at my face; her other hand went to the back of my head to hold me steady, as though I would dream of moving.

As though on a whim, she plunged her own mouth over Tabitha's straining erection, sucking her noisily. Then she aimed it at me again, and almost immediately Tabitha's cum jetted out over my face.

I let out a little involuntary shriek when the first jet hit my cheek. It was good that Adria had her hand on my head; I would have flinched back instinctively if she hadn't held me firm. Sperm flew all over me: in my eye socket, across my lips, dripping off my chin and onto my nightie.

It was humiliating, of course. My girlfriend was jerking a cock off onto my face; how could it not be? But god, I was aroused by that shame. I wallowed in it, opening my mouth like a whore to catch the last few jets of semen.

I was pretty sure Tabitha was done, but my eyes were stuck closed; one definitely had cum on it, and I wasn't sure about the other. Quickly, though, I felt Adria's tongue on my face. She carefully licked the cum off me; then her lips came against mine and she kissed me, pushing it into my mouth.

I swallowed obediently.

She licked me clean, depositing each drop of cum into my mouth, and I swallowed it all. Finally I could open my eyes; Tabitha and Conner were watching us both. My heart leapt, and my little cocklet tried to, at the thought of the show I'd just put on. I grinned and kissed Adria one last time. My legs were wobbly when I finally stood.

"I really ought to brush my teeth."

Tabitha laughed and kissed me on the cheek, and the party broke up. Conner went off to wash dishes. Adria flounced down in a hammock with a book.

Tabitha led me back to her room. "We," she announced grandly, "are going to give you a makeover."

I almost clapped with joy. I'd looked pretty last night, I thought, but we'd done a quick job and we'd been drinking. The thought of Tabitha taking her time with me today was exhilarating.

She stripped us both and bustled me into a huge walk-in shower. At first she just washed me. I winced when she came around to my back entrance.

"Sore?" she said. "He's quite large, isn't he."

I laughed ruefully. "I've been trying not to limp ever since."

She laughed. "Wait til you meet Tony."

"Oh my God, it gets bigger?!"

"You'll see."

She washed carefully around my cage. I twitched inside it, seeing this beautiful woman crouched so near. But there was nowhere for me to go.

She held up a razor. "Are you okay with this?"

I nodded. Who would notice? Who would care? My girlfriend was already here.

Tabitha shaved me all over, every single inch save for hair and eyebrows. My hair was fine and blonde anyway, so I was never a hairy person -- but now I was truly smooth. With my permission, she gave my haircut a modest tweak as well; it wouldn't look overtly feminine if I didn't style it, I thought, but after she gave me a blowout, it looked distinctly pretty.

She raised an eyebrow suddenly. "Do you like being called Mikey?"

"It's okay," I said, "But..."

"What would you like us to call you?"

"What about, um...Madeline? Or Maddy?"

She laughed, delighted. "Oh darling, you already had a girl name picked out, didn't you? Is that what you imagine being called, in your fantasies?"

I blushed and nodded, smiling shyly.

"I love it. Maddy it is. We'll let everyone know. And are we going with she/her, at least while you're all locked up?"

I nodded. "Yes. Yeah. I like that, please."

"Perfect." She went to work on my face, giving me a far more detailed makeover than Conner had. For all his skill, he was a novice next to her. Her makeup softened my chin, plumped my lips, widened my eyes. By the time she was done there was nothing to distinguish me from any other pretty girl; but none of it was obvious. It looked like a casual, light makeup job.

"You're a genius." I admired myself in the mirror.

"Years of practice, darling." How old was she, I wondered. Thirty?

As we worked, I heard bustling and loud voices downstairs. "They're here!" she chirped. "Sean and Tony and Millie! Oh, you'll love them. But let's finish your makeover. I want you to make the best first impression."

We painted my nails a cute pink, and my toenails too. We even decided to pierce my ears. She had a piercing gun buried in her drawers; when she was done my ears stung, but the simple pendants completed my look. Finally, she put me in simple white cotton panties, a matching bra, and a floral-print sundress just like hers.

"There we are," she said finally, satisfied. I admired myself in the mirror, and she stood behind me. "You're gorgeous."

"Thank you." I really did feel beautiful. It was a warm, safe feeling.

"Now," she said. "Let's meet the others."

There was a big circular iron staircase leading from the upstairs bedrooms to the great room where I'd started this whole journey last night. Tabitha led the way; I came down afterwards. Everyone had been talking and laughing all at once, but they fell silent as I descended the stairs. Conner...Adria...and the three new people. One was a youngish, fratty-looking guy. One (Millie, I imagined) was a tiny, delicately beautiful red-haired girl.

The last one was a giant.

He was a Black man, and he must have been almost seven feet tall. He was a mountain of muscles, like he spent his whole life in the gym. He had an easy, casual smile, but I couldn't stop staring. Adria came over to give me a hug and whispered in my ear: "Be cool! Just treat him normal."

"What..." I started, but the guy was already coming over.

He gave me a friendly but cautious look. "I'm Tony."

"Hi," I stammered. "I'm, um, Madeline. Maddy."

He shook my hand. (In the background, Adria muttered to Tabitha, "What did she say her name was?")

Tony raised an eyebrow at me, amused. "You don't know who I am, do you?"

I shook my head. "Should I?"

"Told you!" yelped Adria. "I told you she doesn't know shit about sports!"

Everyone laughed. "He's on the Bengals," said Conner. "It's a football team."

"Oh. That explains, um..." I flapped my hand helplessly at his powerful body. "This."

"This is one reason why nothing that happens here leaves here," Tabitha said. "For all of our privacy, but also for Tony's. He's a public figure, and he doesn't need to spend his press conferences explaining pansexuality."

"Of course," I stammered. I turned to Tony. "I'm, uh...I'm new to all this." I gestured at my dress. "I wouldn't want anyone to know either."

"So we're on the same page," Tony said. "And by the way: you do look beautiful."

Conner laughed. "Yes, back to the main point. We see these people all the time. But you, Mi...Maddy? Maddy! You were pretty last night. Now...you're stunning. Tabitha, you're an artist."

Conner put his hands on my shoulders and kissed me. It felt weird to be kissed in front of everyone. So much had happened, I'd almost forgotten how many things Conner did to me last night. But it was nice; I really did like him. He'd done such a good job easing me into all this...making me feel safe. I kissed him back, one foot cocked behind me.

After that things got pretty loose for a while. Everyone was everywhere: unpacking bags, making lunch, catching up with each other. Adria and Millie ignored everyone and made out with each other. It was weird to imagine that for the last couple of weeks I'd thought Adria and I were forming a regular relationship, when she'd had this in mind the whole time.

I took a stroll out on the lawn, just to be by myself for a few minutes. I wanted to enjoy my new identity, if I was honest. I hadn't been alone at all, not since all this started happening. It had been so much.

There was a quiet brook tumbling at the back of the property; I picked my way off the lawn and onto its mossy banks. Soft green sprigs poked between my bare toes. It was peaceful out here, and quiet. I smoothed my dress over my body. "Madeline," I whispered.

On a whim, I hopped onto a rock in the middle of the stream. The water burbled cheerfully around me. Sun glinted on my bare shoulders, and I shook my long hair out. "I'm Madeline. Hi." My voice came out soft and feminine. I practiced a little curtsy, balanced there in the middle of the stream -- and then, since I was holding my dress anyway, I hitched it up to my waist, looking at my simple white panties and the modest, caged bulge inside. "Hello sir, I'm Madeline," I breathed, practicing my sweetest smile.

"You always go around exposing yourself like that?" came a voice from behind me, and I whirled as though I'd been caught doing something wrong. It was Sean, the fratty-looking guy, leaning against a tree near the stream.

I whirled and let my dress fall back down. "Sor--um, sorry," I stammered. I wasn't sure how to interact with him yet. I hadn't talked to him. I didn't know what he was into.

I looked at him nervously, and he stared back. He was around my age, mid twenties, handsome in sort of a boy-band way. He didn't talk for so long it felt awkward, and then even way longer after that. I didn't know what to do. I just stood there on that rock, in my dress, with the stream tumbling around me. I could see the bulge in his pants. I wasn't really sure how much he knew about me. Who I was, or what I'd been doing here.

When he finally spoke, it answered a lot of those questions right away.

"Why don't you come here and get on your knees," he said simply.

I blinked. The other two had been more...polite about it. Asking me if it was what I wanted. Sean simply gave an order.

But I didn't resist. I hopped to the bank. Something in me responded to his brusqueness. Everyone else treated me like I was delicate, like a skittish cat. Sean seemed like he took me for granted. Like he thought I was just a slut. I liked it.

"Yes sir," I said quietly, and knelt. My knees sank into the brookside moss. Sean unbuckled his pants. He didn't say anything else; just fished his cock out and aimed it at my mouth. I licked my lips to get them wet, and began to give my third blowjob in twenty-four hours.

He was about the same size as Tabitha. Maybe that was regular? All of them were bigger than me.

I bobbed my head on his cock like a good girl. He must have seen me from the deck, balancing on that rock in the middle of the stream. He must have come down just to make me blow him. I wondered if I was the blowjob girl of the group, now. I wouldn't mind. I'd fantasized about it so many tines. How it would feel to have a cock on my mouth. Now I could do it all I wanted. I leaned forward, my hands on his hips, taking him all the way down my throat.

I sucked and licked, working hard. This didn't seem like the time to draw it out; I didn't have the impression he wanted some kind of big performance. I felt like he just wanted to cum in my mouth. And indeed, when he came he didn't even warn me; he just bucked into my face and shot his load down my throat.

I swallowed quickly. I wasn't exactly used to making men cum, but I was starting to understand that it was an awful lot right away, and one had to stay on top of it. This time I managed it: I didn't let a single drop fall on my pretty dress. I looked up at him, smiling as best I could around his dick, until he was finished using my mouth.

He sighed, tucking his cock away, and gave me a hand up. "Good girl," he said softly. He leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

Then he simply walked away, leaving me swallowing the last drops of his sperm.

I had green stains on my knees when I got back to the party, but no one bothered to mention it. It was late afternoon, and they were putting together a meal.

"Dinner already?" I said, confused.

"We'll do a proper supper much later," Adria said casually, putting a salad together. "Ten o'clock or midnight. European style. This is just a little light refreshment."

I stood next to her, cutting vegetables for the salad. "Hey..." This was going to be an awkward conversation, but I felt like we should have it. "Are you, um...you're cool with all this?" I asked sheepishly.

She grinned. "What, watching my boyfriend turn into my girlfriend?"

"I guess, yeah. That."

She gave me an affectionate hip check. "It's just what I've always wanted."

I smiled at her. "Okay. Okay then. And you'll...will you be my friend, if I need to process things?"

"I'll always be your friend," she said. "I was hoping we'd be best friends, Maddy."

She turned from her work to hug me, and we kissed again. That same odd kind of kiss, halfway between friend and lover. I'd never conceived of a relationship like this...like any of this. But it felt wonderful.

Food came out and everyone sprawled over the deck with plates, talking and laughing. A squirrel had raided the table, and Millie was trying to coax it back with cherry tomatoes. Dusk was falling, and the wine came out. Tony grabbed me on my way by and I half-sat, half-fell onto his lap. I could feel his cock under my butt; it felt absolutely massive. I giggled, shocked and happy to get attention from him.

"It's okay to check it out, if you want," he said. "I know you're curious. I'm a big guy. Everyone's curious." He took my hand and guided it to the bulge in his jeans.

"It feels enormous," I squeaked.

"We'll work you up to it," he said. "I promise, by the time I fuck you you'll be begging for it."

I gasped. I'd had this idea that maybe he wouldn't really even want me. Like, he was a big famous guy; he'd want to fuck a cis girl like Adria, or at least a glamorous, confident woman like Tabitha. Me? I would be beneath him.

But I guessed I was wrong. I tried to imagine his massive cock fitting inside me, and my butt clenched at the very thought of it.

"Do you want me to..." I was nervous, but his was the only cock I hadn't sucked, unless there was something I didn't know about Millie, and it seemed only polite to offer.

That mammoth bulge shifted under my hand, like a sea serpent about to surface. But just then, Conner came out. He'd been building a fire in the great room. "Friends!" he called. "Some of you are about to be wearing fewer clothes, and there are too many mosquitos out here. May I suggest we move the party indoors?"

We all trooped in. Screen doors were closed against the bugs. Fireflies sparked outside. Inside, the fire crackled.

My heart was jumping. The vibe had changed; a certain wilder energy had crept into the room.

And sure enough, no sooner had I stepped inside than Conner beckoned me over to the fireplace. Adria and Millie squeezed into an armchair together. Tony shared the couch with Tabitha. Sean leaned against the wall, sipping a beer out of the bottle.

"Take off your dress," Conner said simply.

I colored, but I did as I was ordered. I was the center of attention, and it was both flattering and scary. I dropped my dress on the ground.

Adria had helped me change into sexier underwear earlier. I had thigh-high sheer stockings on, attached to a garter belt, and sexy pink satin panties with a matching bra, padded a little to give the illusion of modest cleavage.

But the real surprise was in the back. I twirled for my audience. There was a cheeky hole in the rear.

There was laughter and applause. Tabitha raised her glass. "To our lovely new friend Madeline," she said. "And to Adria, for finding here! She's a wonderful addition to the family."

Conner handed me a glass of red wine, and I blushed and drank. "Thank you. I, um, I hope I make you all happy."

"Let's see what you can do," Conner said. "Get on the coffee table on your hands and knees."

I let out a little eep noise. "On the...?" The coffee table was a very large, low, sturdy wooden piece. To be honest, it wasn't completely unlike a small stage.

Tabitha tsked. "You have no finesse, Conner." She came up to me and stroked my cheek. "Darling, this is the time of night when the fun usually begins. You're new and we're all quite obsessed with you, so you're likely to be the focus of quite a few games tonight. Is that something you'd like?"

I nodded shyly.

"What's the proper way to answer that question, dear?"

"Oh! Um. Yes, Mistress?"

"Good girl. Is it okay if we all play with you tonight?"

I swallowed. "Yes, Mistress." It was a scary thought. All of them at once? What did they have in store for me? But, of course, I was powerfully excited too. The thought of being the center of attention...lusted after, used, given orders...it was unbearably erotic for me.

"Of course you can change your mind any time you want, right? If you get tired or overwhelmed, you can trade places with Millie, or go to bed, or whatever you like."

"Yes, Mistress." Millie must be submissive too. I'd thought I was the only one. I was pretty sure she was a cis girl; maybe they liked having one of each.

"Good girl." Tabitha patted me on the cheek. "Very well. As you were. Hands and knees on the coffee table, darling."

"I won't, um, break it?"

"Darling," she said. "This coffee table has been tested before."

I got into position. "Adria, darling, would you like to do the honors?" asked Tabitha.

Adria came over. "You doing okay, sweetie?" For just that moment, she talked to me the way she used to. Like a girlfriend talking to her boyfriend.

I nodded. I felt very vulnerable and a little embarrassed, on my hands and knees in front of everyone, but it was sexy too.

"I'm going to put a butt plug inside you, babe." She held it up. It was bigger than last night's.

I gulped, but nodded.

"Good girl."

She lubed it up carefully and then began working it inside me.

I moaned, trying to relax as she pushed the toy inside my bottom. It felt as though this was the moment things really started to get real. We'd talked about sex, but we hadn't all done it together...not until now.

But now here I was, on display for everyone. My submissive nature; my feminized body. Everyone watched me bite my lip as Adria pushed a plug into my bottom. Everyone saw the wince of pain when it was at its widest point; they saw my eyes widen as my body sucked it the rest of the way in.

And they heard my pathetic whimper of pleasure when Adria pressed the base and turned the vibrations on.

I stayed like that, on my hands and knees in my satin lingerie, the jeweled base of the plug peeking from the hole in my panties, for a few minutes. Finally Tabitha beckoned me over. "Let me put a leash on you," she said.

A collar went around my neck. Just a simple leather one, and then a leash clipped onto it. Now I could be controlled by whoever picked it up.

And Conner brought the rope out. An immense heap of the same rope he'd used on me last night. "We're going to do something a little special tonight."

It was nice to play with him again. Adria may have been the one to bring me in, but it had been Conner who'd really helped me find this side of myself; and he'd made it so easy. He'd seduced me, and it had worked. I really liked him.

"Yes, Daddy," I said, scurrying to obey. He had me lie face-down on the coffee table, and quickly roped my ankles together, He brought them up to my wrists and tied them, too. I was hogtied.

But he was just getting started. More rope wrapped my thighs. Over my chest, over and under my bra, my shoulders. He moved quickly and calmly, cinching here, tightening there. I was more and more immobilized, but I hadn't the faintest idea where he was headed with all this...until he tossed one end of the rope over a rafter.

Then I understood.

Tony helped him pull the rope taut...and before I knew it, I was levitating.

It was a dizzying moment. Scary and helpless. I hung in midair, every limb immobilized, still hogtied but now swaying gently in midair.

Everyone else clapped, delighted. I spun slowly in circles, feeling my little cock strain uselessly against its cage.

"How's that feel, sweetheart? You okay?" Conner tested his ropes. I was perfectly comfortable; he'd managed to distribute my weight so smoothly there was no one place I really even felt the ropes. But I was so helpless.

"Yes Daddy," I whispered, my voice strained. "I'm okay."

Comner unbuckled his pants. "Hard to believe you haven't sucked my cock since yesterday, don't you think?"

"Yes Daddy."

"Do you think you should beg me to let you do it?'

I craned my neck to meet his eyes. It was hard, tied as I was. "Please Daddy," I begged, as everyone watched. "Please let me suck your cock."

He stepped forward and held me steady by my ropes; I opened wide and he guided his cock into my mouth.

I had no control over how deep he went. He made my body sway back and forth like a pendulum, plunging me down on his cock with every swing. I gagged sometimes, but I didn't mind. I even sort of liked gagging on him. It emphasized how eager I was to please.

I felt hands on my body; someone tugged my bra down to expose my flat chest. They squeezed my nipples roughly and I moaned with pain.

Then it got much worse, as clamps closed around them.

My eyes bulged; I made a pathetic mewling sound around my mouthful of cock. For a moment it felt like too much; I thought I'd have to beg to take them off. It was a sharp, cutting pain.

Bu it subsided quickly; it still hurt, but I found that it was manageable. In fact, it added to my excitement. I felt so thoroughly used and manipulated, so completely dominated. They were doing everything to me. Everything.

Conner pulled his cock from my mouth. "I don't want to cum just yet. Anyone else want a turn? Tony, you haven't used her at all yet, have you?"

I turned to look at Tony, trying to blow my hair out of my face. I was sweating with the exertion of sucking cock while hanging from the rafters, and my hair was stuck to my cheek. Adria saw and came over to put it in a ponytail for me.

Tony shook his head. "I'm gonna let y'all break her in a bit before I make her tackle my piece. I don't think she's ready. Don't worry though, baby." He looked into my eyes. "Before the night's over, you'll be begging for this."

A hand trailed along my back, up to my neck. Adria had come up. She smiled at me. She looked especially pretty that night. Casual and carefree, in an oversized gauzy shirt.

"Can I play with you, Maddie?" she asked. I wasn't sure what she might want me to do - oral? But whatever it was, I was more than happy to.

But I was wrong. She didn't want me to do anything to her. She wanted to do it to me.

She held up a small wooden paddle.

I whimpered when I saw it. It was the same thing Conner used on me last night. To imagine Adria doing it to me, while everyone watched...

"Can I give you a spanking, sweetheart?" she purred, crouching so our faces were close.

"Yes," I breathed.

She leaned in and kissed me sweetly. "Good girl." She walked behind me, her nails trailing down my back again.

A moment later, the first slap made me moan in pain.

Everyone watched as Adria spanked me again and again. I winced and cried out, tears springing to my eyes. My complete helplessness was scary and exhilarating. I was completely in the hands of the group. I trusted them not to push me too far.

Tabitha stepped in front of me. I cried out again, and she took her cock out. I opened up so she could slip her cock in. It was easier, in a way, to take my spanking when I had her to suck on. It gave me something to focus on.

The pain grew worse and worse as she hit me. My bottom felt hot and red. I was swinging in my ropes with every slap. Finally I gave too sharp a moan, and Adria stopped. "Have you had enough, baby?"

I nodded, realizing belatedly that I was crying. "Yes please," I sniffled.

Tabitha zipped up and moved away. Millie came over, stroking my hair back from my face, kissing me softly. She was beautiful: small and elfin, with long red curly hair and dimples. She seemed shy. She was wearing only a sheer nightie, and when she moved in front of the fire everyone could see the outline of her body. She was all curves. "You okay?" she whispered.

I nodded. She was so close, it felt private. I didn't think anyone could even hear what we said to each other. "I'm okay. Thank you."

She kissed me again, a shy and sweet kiss. A kiss like a secret. "Do you like it?"

"Yes."

She smiled at me, her face close to mine. "I'm submissive too," she said. "I'm glad you're here. It's a lot, satisfying all of them. And I don't, um...I don't really like it up my butt, but a lot of them like to do that." She kissed me again. "You like it up your butt though, don't you?"

I nodded.

"Can I see?" she asked.

"What...what do you mean?"

She held up a dildo. It was big, as big as Conner was. She stuck it to the coffee table just in front of me...just under her. She straddled it, lowered herself down; it disappeared under her nightie. She winced -- gave a little gasp -- kept lowering. "See, I can get it inside me," she said softly. "In my pussy." She moaned under her breath as she went lower and lower, until her butt almost met the table. She stayed there, head back, breathing quietly.

She tipped her head forward, kissed me again, began to slowly move herself up and down. Her eyebrows knitted and she gave a quiet little "Oh!" She made eye contact again. "But I can't get it up my butt. Only my pussy." She bit her lip, rolling her hips down to the table. "Do you think you can get it up your butt, Maddie?"

"I don't know." I swayed gently in my ropes. When I came close to Millie she would kiss me. She tore the clips off my nipples and I gasped; the pain was intense as blood flowed back into them.

Millie gripped my head to hold me still. She was still moving up and down on the dildo. "Will you try for me?"

"Yes."

"Why don't you let our sweet girl down and let her put on a little show for us, Conner dear?" Tabitha said. Conner lowered and loosened, and in just a few minutes I was sitting on the table, rubbing my wrists gingerly.

I felt fine; Conner had done his work so well that I wasn't sore anywhere from my suspension. It had been really intense, though.

Adria pulled my hands behind my back, and I felt my cuffs click.

Millie climbed off the dildo, wincing, and I saw that it was slick with her juices.

"Your turn, darling," said Tabitha.

I blushed furiously. Every once in a while I could see what was happening from my old self's perspective, and it was dizzying how far I'd come. I knelt on the coffee table in that great big room, with six people watching me. My hands were tied behind my back. I was dressed in a bra and backless panties, and inside those panties my little cock was locked up. I was the only person in this room who definitely wouldn't cum tonight. But everyone else would...everyone else would, thanks to me.

I straddled the big rubber cock. It really was big. I wondered if it was as big as Tony. My eyes strayed over between his legs, at the intimidating bulge there. No, he was still bigger. He sipped his wine and winked.

Millie held the dildo still, adding lube.

I slowly lowered myself down until the stiff head of the dildo pushed between my cheeks.

Everyone watched. I was the entertainment. The little slut who was so abject that she'd sit on a dildo for their amusement. I lowered myself a little more, wincing. The only thing I'd really had inside me before was Conner's cock, and its tip was softer, more forgiving than this silicone.

Millie's hand slithered up over my thigh, inside my panties, cupping my little chastity cage. "You're so pretty," she whispered in my ear, lips close. I couldn't feel anything, but just watching her hand disappear into my undies..

I pushed down harder, and the tip of the dildo popped into my ass.

My eyes bulged, and I let out a little whine. "Oh god..." There was more pain than I'd expected. Just like when Conner first took my virginity last night. I sat up, letting the tip slip out. I smiled bashfully at my audience. "Sorry..." I knew they didn't want to watch me chicken out. They wanted to watch me violate myself. I drew in breath and lowered again. This time, when it popped in, I managed to keep it there.

I winced, tears filling my wide eyes. I gave a few little high-pitched moans.

"Good girl," said Conner. "That's so hot. Keep doing it, baby."

Moaning with effort, I did. I sat down inch by inch on that cock. God, it was big. The feeling of impaling myself was so intense. Submissive, degrading, slutty, sexy.

There was something ecstatic about being the center of attention. Everyone was focused on me. They'd recruited me for this. They'd wanted me to be their plaything. I looked at Conner, Tabitha, Sean, Conner, the three people who'd already cum in my mouth. It had only been twenty-four hours!

I rose and sank on the dildo, whimpering. When I made eye contact with Conner, he rose as though inspired. He jumped up on the table with me, unbuckling, and took his cock out.

I understood, of course. I opened wide and let him feed me his cock again.

Someone clapped. I bobbed up and down, alternating between my dildo and Conner's cock. The feeling of humiliation deepened. What a show I was putting on for these people I'd just met. Hands tied behind my back as I impaled myself on a dildo, choking on cock. I sank into the degradation, feeling its glow around me.

I didn't know why humiliation turned me on so much. Why I liked to be treated like this. I hadn't really been aware of it, before this weekend. I knew that when I fantasized about dressing like a girl, being treated like a girl, it always came with a flush of shame; but I'd thought that was a side effect of my fantasies. It was only now, as I lived those fantasies, that I realized how integral the shame was.

I gagged on Conner's dick, looking up at him adoringly as I worked. I was so grateful to him for exposing my submissiveness. For making me feel safe to explore it. For allowing me to choke on his cock. I liked all of these people, but there was something special about him, the first man to put me on my knees. I would always have special feelings for him. I was so happy when he came in my mouth.

It happened fast, and I froze on my dildo to concentrate on swallowing. My audience must have known what was happening; Conner moaned as he came, his hands tight in my hair. He was rough with me, pushing me up and and down, fucking my mouth with his straining cock, jetting more and more sperm down my throat. Little high-pitched mewling sounds of effort escaped me as he used me. Yes Daddy. Everyone watched me swallow for him.

Finally, his cock began to soften between my lips and he pulled away. I sat back, catching my breath, wincing as I sank onto the dildo. My hair was a mess, and my makeup probably was too.

My audience clapped lightly. "Such a pretty little slut," said Tabitha. "You can get off your toy now. We wouldn't want you to be too sore before the main event."

I slowly eased myself up, gasping. "Thank you, Mistress." I shuffled away from the stiff rubber cock and knelt again on the table, my body finally free from invasion for the first time in ages, trying to recover. I was flushed and sore, my hair a mess, and I could feel a little cum on my chin.

Sean got up and stripped his clothes off. He had a nice body - not outrageously muscled like Tony's, but solid. He worked out. His cock stood out in front of him. He'd been brusque when he used my mouth earlier by the brook, curt and demanding. I felt the same energy from him now, as he unclipped my cuffs,.

"Hands and knees," he said.

I got into position obediently.

I heard the squirt of lube behind me. He gripped my hips. I felt his stiff presence; before I could even prepare myself, he pushed his cock into my rear.

I cried out when he entered me. It happened so fast. I was loosened up by the dildo, but it still hurt. It was very different having a real cock in me.

He began fucking me, and I moaned in response. This was the second man to fuck me up my ass. Last night, losing my virginity to Conner had felt romantic and special. Exhilarating. This was so different. Sean was treating me like a whore. Like a slave. I'd moved so quickly from the shy discovery of dressing like a girl to the first time, to being the plaything of this entire group.

I loved it, was the truth. I loved all of them--even Sean, with his seeming disinterest in getting to know me as anything other than a sex object. It was sexy to be used. I never wanted any of this to end.

Adria lay down in front of me. She'd lost her clothes at some point. Such a gorgeous body: large breasts, an hourglass figure, shaved between her legs. "Go down on me, sweetie," she breathed. "Make me feel good."

I hurried to obey, lowering myself between her legs so I could lick her clitoris while Sean fucked me. She moaned, her hand in my hair. I couldn't see much in this position, but I heard the clink of ice. Someone was getting another drink while I got gangbanged.

They both came at once, Adria shuddering under my tongue while Sean bucked hard and unloaded into my bottom. I moaned desperately. My cocklet strained in its tiny cage. Sean pulled out none too gently, and I gasped in pain. Adria patted my head. "Good girl," she said. "You're doing great." Sperm dribbled down my thigh.

Finally, Tony stood up.

I knew what was coming. I'd been thinking about this all afternoon. How big Tony was, how intimidating. I wanted him. I was afraid of him. Now he stripped off his clothes, and I got to really see what I'd been nervous about.

It was porn big. Like a club. It wasn't even fully hard, but it must have been nine inches.

My eyes widened, and I gasped.

Tony grinned casually. 'Yeah, I get that a lot."

Millie knelt before him and licked his cock from the tip to the base. It twitched in response. "Come on over, Maddy," she said. "This is a two-girl job."

I got off the table and joined her on my knees, and we worked together to suck Tony's cock.

It was fun to play with Millie. We'd lick it together, one tongue on each side, and meet at the tip. A drop of precum might end up on her tongue, and she'd kiss me to share it. One of us would do our best to fit him into our mouths, and then the other. I could get him a little ways in, like maybe halfway. I tried to get him into my throat, but he was just too big; my esophagus couldn't stretch like that. I gagged and choked, tears ran down my cheeks, but I couldn't do it.

"Sorry," I whispered up at him.

"It's okay. Millie can't either."

"I can't even get as far as you." Millie's eyes sparkled. "You're so good at it."

She deposited more precum on my tongue, and I swallowed it. "Thank you," I said, giggling. She giggled back, and we had ourselves a little giggle fit down there with Tony's cock between us. I liked Millie. She was sweet and fun. Just us submissive girls on our knees together. The thought spread through me with a warm glow. I kissed her, and she kissed back, her hands running up and down my waist.

"Ahem," said Tony. We were supposed to be sucking his dick.

"Sorry sir!' chirped Millie, rolling her eyes comically, and we got back to work.

He stiffened the rest of the way under our lips and tongues, and soon he was rock hard. "Okay, Maddy," he said softly above me. "Look up at me."

I looked up into Tony's eyes. "Yes sir?"

"You like to call Conner Daddy. You can call me Daddy too."

"Yes Daddy."

"I'm gonna fuck you now. You think you can take it?"

I nodded. "I think so, Daddy," I squeaked. "I'll try."

"Good girl. Climb back up on that table. Let's get you on your hands and knees again."

Millie recuffed my hands in front of me. I got in position, and Tony climbed up behind me. The dildo and Sean had probably prepared me for what was coming, but they'd made me sore, too; I had already taken a lot back there.

But I wanted this. I couldn't imagine anything more dominant than Tony's big black cock. I wanted to show this group I was worth their investment. I wanted to go all the way with them, to hold nothing back.

I felt him between my legs, slippery and warm. He pushed, but nothing happened. I lurched forward on the table a little, biting my lip. He pushed again. I could feel myself trying to open back there, but it wasn't enough. It felt like there was no way it would possibly fit. Like when I'd tried to deepthroat him; simply a physical impossibility. Not how bodies worked.

He grabbed my hips, held me firm, pushed harder. He was so strong. An inexorable force behind me. With a grunt of effort, he forced his way into me.

I wanted to howl, but only a strangled cry made its way out. He was so big. My first thought was that he was going to really injure me. This couldn't possibly be okay.

"It's okay," came Adria's voice, reassuring. "I know it feels like he's tearing you in half right now, but it's perfectly safe. I've seen "

She'd climbed up on the table. She stroked my hair as I panted, trying to control my breath. Tony kept himself still, just the head of his cock buried up my ass, letting me try to get used to it.

Adria kissed me softly. "I'd never let him do this to me. I have too much self-respect. But you, sweetheart...you love being our whore, don't you?"

I nodded, my eyes bulging out. My bottom spasmed around Tony's shaft, reflexively trying to force him out, but he was too strong for me.

"Is it getting better?"

"Maybe...maybe a little." It's true, it was starting to subside a little, from agony to pain. Just like last night, the first moment was the worst. But it still felt incredibly intense.

Tony pushed forward again and I puffed my breath out, hanging my head, a low groan escaping. "Ohhhh god, Daddy." More of his cock forced into me. It felt like there was nothing inside me but Tony. The world revolved around his cock up my ass. Deeper and deeper he came.

Everyone watched as Tony worked his cock into me. "You're so brave," said Adria softly. "Such a good girl. Does this make you feel like a slut?"

I nodded.

"Tell us what we've done to you."

I winced as Tony pushed deeper still into me. "You...you put me in chastity."

"Good girl."

"You made me into a girl for you...oh god, oh god it's so big, Daddy, please..."

"What else, baby?"

"You made me suck your cocks, and now Tony's fucking me..."

"Do you like being our whore, sweetheart?" Adria made me talk dirty while Tony rearranged my insides, and it added to the humiliation and ecstasy of my experience.

"Yes! Yes, Adria, I like being your whore," I moaned. "I like this so much, I really do...it's humiliating, but I like it. Oh god - Oh god, Tony, Daddy, I don't think you can go any deeper. I'm so sorry, Daddy, I don't think any more will fit."

Tony had hit what felt like the end of my ass. "Is it all in me, Daddy?" I craned my neck, but I couldn't see. Just his big, muscular body looming behind my little pale rear.

"Most of it, baby," he replied, throbbing inside me. "Just an inch or so left. I want you to relax now. I'm going to go the rest of the way. It'll fit, but it's going to feel really weird for you. Okay?"

"Are you sure it's okay?" I was frightened again. It was hard enough already.

"I'm sure," he said.

"Look at me, sweetheart," said Adria. I locked eyes with her...and Tony pushed again.

I moaned helplessly, mouth open. Adria stared into my eyes with love and sympathy. Somehow, Tony found his way deeper. Like he'd opened up some new part of me to plunder. He must have been all the way up in my guts.

His hips touched my rear.

"There we go," Adria said. She stroked my cheek. "Good girl. You took him all the way. What a good girl you are."

I nodded. It hurt in a weird, deep way, but I trusted all of them. If they said this wouldn't really injure me, I believed them.

I tried to keep the tears out of my eyes, but Adria saw them. "It's okay to cry," she told me. "This is really intense, isn't it? Taking a cock that big. Getting fucked in front of all of us."

I nodded. "Yes...it's really intense." Tony eased a little way out, and that was at least a little better, but he was still so big.

"It might feel good to let it all out. Go ahead and cry if you want. Just let us know if you really want Tony to stop."

"Thank you," I sobbed. It really did feel good to let it out. I cried big, pathetic sobs while Tony slowly eased his cock in and out of me. I was almost limp; he had to hold my hips up so he could fuck me. I was like a ragdoll.

After that first push, he rarely went all the way. He had to be really slow and careful to get that last inch or so in, and every once in a while he would do it, slowly push until his body met mine, making me take all nine inches of him inside me. But mostly he'd stick to the first six or seven inches, I could take that...not comfortably, but I could take it.

But I still cried as he fucked me. As everyone watched him violate me with his massive cock.I made eye contact with each of them. I sobbed, but inside it filled me with a strange ecstasy. They watched me avidly. I was their little fantasy whore. Tabitha had her cock out; she was hard, just from watching my little show.

She stood and approached. "Open up, dear," she said. "I'll give you something else to focus on." She wore black stockings attached to a garter belt, but no panties. Her cock hung in my face.

I sucked gratefully on it. It actually did help to distract me. I caved my cheeks in. When Tony pushed, he forced me down deeper on Tabitha and her cock pushed into my throat.

Two cocks inside me at once. An even deeper level of submission. My cocklet twitched in its cage. Something was happening inside me, as Tony picked up his pace. Just like last night, it was starting to feel good. It didn't stop hurting; it just did both at once. I moaned around Tabitha's hardon. I'd stopped crying as much, although I still sniffled here and there.

I had no control at all over my body; I was fully at their mercy. I kept being surprised by Tabitha's cock down my throat, choking and gagging. But I liked how abject I felt, pushed back and forth between them.

The pleasure spread again, radiating out from my bottom. It was a different kind of sensation than I'd ever had before. Pleasure, pain, pleasure, pain. The two warring sensations circled each other inside me, coiled around each other.

Tony fucked me at a steady, forceful pace. I was completely overpowered by him. He would do whatever he wanted, for as long as he wanted. Sometimes my knees lifted off the ground with the force of his thrusts. His cock was the most intense experience of my life. Muffled moans escaped as I sucked Tabitha's cock, tears dripping off my chin.

"Shall we do it together?" asked Tabitha over my head.

"Absolutely," answered Tony. "I can go any time." His pace increased even more, and I gave a stifled scream, but I didn't stop sucking.

"Excellent," said Tabitha. "Get ready, sweetheart. Here we come."

They both tensed, both bucked into me at once, and my mouth flooded with semen. At the same moment Tony forced his way into my deepest place, his hands tightened on my hips, and he released inside my bowels.

I felt their sperm gushing into both ends. Both of them lost in orgasm, lost in the pleasure I provided them...and some kind of pleasure of my own exploded. I felt something drip from my cage into my panties. I didn't know how to parse it; it wasn't like any orgasm I'd ever felt, but it was like ecstasy.

I was too busy swallowing cum to analyze it very much, though. I was too busy feeling Tony ejaculate up my ass. I was a supernova of sensation. I felt like I was suspended between their cocks. Was I even touching ground anymore? Cum flooded me. I choked and moaned. I was only dimly aware of my audience.

Finally, though, after what felt like an eternity, they were finished. Tabitha pulled out of my mouth. Tony eased himself with agonizing but welcome slowness from my ass.

As soon as he was out, I collapsed onto the table.

I panted, catching my breath. Sperm oozed from my aching ass. I curled up, bound hands around my knees.

Millie stroked my face, wiping my tears away. "How are you, sweetheart?"

I nodded. "I'm okay. I'm okay. I'm good. I liked it. It was just a lot."

She nodded. "I get it. You came, didn't you?"

I looked down. "Sort of? I don't know."

"Sara used to be like that too," she told me. "It's different when you do it from anal, I guess."

"You have made a mess, though," said Conner

I craned my neck to see the little pool I'd left on the coffee table. "Sorry, Daddy. I'll clean it up."

"Cna you guess how you're going to clean it up?"

"Oh." Of course. There was only one person at the party whose cum wasn't inside me yet.

I got up on my hands and knees again, my bottom still clenching pathetically, trying to get back to normal. I lowered my head to the mess I'd made, and I lapped it up.

It was thinner than the others'. Maybe because my orgasm had been so different. I wasn't sure. It was gross, licking my own cum up. I hadn't realized it would feel, paradoxically, grosser than swallowing theirs had. But I carefully swallowed it all. The most important thing was to be a good girl.

When I was all done, Millie helped me off the table. I was stiff and sore all over. "Come on," she said. "Let's change into something more comfortable." She led me upstairs, supporting my trembling body, and picked out a pretty white camisole, lace trimmed, along with a pair of simple white cotton panties.

It felt nice to change. I'd done a lot. It really had been intense. I came back down, and curled up next to Conner. He stroked my hair gently. There was a little low conversation. The excitement and tension had dissipated. I was still just as aroused as before, though, I realized; unlike a normal orgasm, whatever I'd experienced hadn't released my own tension. I was already wondering who would be the first to recover enough to want me again.

"How did you like that?" Conner whispered in my ear.

I looked up into his eyes and smiled shyly. "I loved it."

Tony brought me a glass of wine. I didn't really feel like drinking, but it was nice to feel pampered after everything they'd done to me. He kissed me on the cheek. "You did such a good job." I felt appreciated; I felt, weirdly, like a sort of pet. Everyone was gentle and sweet with me.

Conner kissed me softly. "Anything you'd like more or less of, next time?"

I smiled under his lips. "No. I mean, more. More of everything." I giggled.

"Good girl." The fire crackled, and crickets sang outside. It must have been so late. I wondered who I'd sleep with tonight. Maybe Conner. Or maybe it would be fun to curl up with Millie. No one mentioned taking my chastity cage off, and I didn't bring it up either. I didn't want it off, truth be told. I wanted to stay their chaste little plaything forever.

Maybe I would.