TITLE    : A Pivotal Error Pt. 02
STORYID  : a-pivotal-error-pt-02
SUMMARY  : Quinn submits, but Abi only becomes more cruel.
AUTHOR   : TiltingatWindmills@lit
DATE     : 2023-12-21
CATEGORY : fetish-stories
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |femdom|petticoating|sissification|chastity|tease and denial|denial|humiliation|forced feminization|cum eating|


<i>Author's note: This story contains themes of femdom, humiliation and feminization. It's the finale of a two-part series taking place in a world of enforced male chastity.</i>

"Does it feel good to be out? It's been a few weeks now."

"It feels so good Mommy," Quinn groaned.

"I'm glad to see your little tool still works. Sometimes I worry about it stuck in there for days on end."

Quinn was sitting on Abi's lap, naked but for his stockings and garters and uncaged for the first time in so long. His hair had finally grown enough for braided pigtails and he had two red bows holding them in place.

Abi wore a gray plaid skirt, a cute blouse, and a clean white headband in her blonde hair. In short, she was dressed like a cultured young woman, and the imbalance between her refined clothing and Quinn's nakedness only reinforced the power dynamic between them.

She was using this opportunity to run her hands over Quinn's body. His smooth legs, his soft, flat tummy, his hardened nipples. But of course she wasn't touching him where he wanted. Not there. It seemed like never there.

"So I noticed you borrowing my makeup."

Quinn froze.

"Do you like dressing up like a girl now? Should I push you to go further? I could make you wear only girls' clothes outside of the house."

"I noticed, Mommy cums harder when I dress like a girl," Quinn strategically answered only the first question.

"It's true. I'm glad you noticed. So you do it all for me?"

"Well I... I make my panties wet when I see myself in the mirror."

"Oh such a naughty girl." She stroked his hair and he blushed as a tingle passed down his spine.

"It's true that I like you better as a girl. I think boys are mostly gross, don't you agree?"

"Yes mommy."

"Why do you think boys gross?"

"We have ugly, veiny cocks between our legs, and we're hairy, and all we want to do is spurt our juices everywhere."

"But you're not hairy are you? You barely had any hair to start with and we've shaved everything that's left. And you have a nice sissy cock, all locked up and tucked away. Now you just leak like a polite little girl. Maybe one that's a bit too horny for her own good, but that's how I like to keep you. So you like being a girl for me?"

"Yes Mommy."

"If that's true I'd really like you to try harder. I don't want to catch you without makeup on in the house anymore. When I wake up in the morning I want the cute cheeks I see between my legs to be rosy with blush. I want you to be so convincing that if a stranger comes in they would never for a second suspect that you're a boy."

"Of course, Mommy."

"Tell me my sweet, are you happy to have me as your keyholder?"

"Yes Mommy."

"There isn't anything you would change?" Her hands circled ever closer to his groin, just barely making contact with his testicles.

He gasped.

"No, I'm very happy."

"I'm not going to ask you again for a long time, my pet. Be honest."

She stopped moving her hands to let him know that the fun was over until he answered.

"Sometimes Mommy likes to humiliate me."

"Yes dear, it makes me very wet."

"But sometimes it hurts."

"You mean it hurts your feelings?"

He nodded.

"I've noticed. You cry sometimes. But when I remind you about what we did later on you always get very tight in your cage, don't you?"

"Yes," he admitted.

"Let's make a deal then. If you say no to my offer, I will try and be kinder... less embarrassing. Does that sound good?"

He nodded again.

"Here is my deal. On my phone I have a few videos I've compiled together. There's the video of the first time you went down on me, wearing your mother's dress, with your precum dripping from your little cock. It goes all the way till I finished spanking you with that hairbrush. Then there's a video of you acting as a naked footstool at one of our parties. And the video of you in that ballerina outfit. My deal is this: for every female contact that you send those videos, I will play with your cock for ten seconds. But if you don't want any future humiliations, then you should start now by showing me that you care more about your dignity than you do about having someone play with the toy between your legs. If you show me that then I promise to be more respectful in the future. What do you think?"

She set the phone down in front of him and began rubbing her hands over his inner thighs.

Quinn thrashed around on her lap, needing her touch so badly.

"You can't make up your mind? It's too bad, I would very much like to feel that hard cock pulsing between my fingers," she leaned in and licked his ear as she spoke, causing him to tremble helplessly.

"What should I do my pet?"

She waited for an answer while his breathing deepened.

"Send it" he finally whispered.

Abi smiled. "Send it to who my sweet? Just Willow? Willow and Charlotte? That wouldn't give you very long. I have lots of women in my phone though. Women who may have noticed you wearing some eyeliner, or seen the panty line under your jeans. They might suspect something but this would be a real shock to them. Could you imagine, dozens of your female classmates getting this video. Showing each other? Laughing."

Quinn continued wriggling on her lap, but Abi's hand came no closer to his cock than before.

"Your mom is on my phone you know? I could send it to everyone. That would be a good long play session for you. You might even cum if I'm not careful."

Finally she wrapped her fingers around his cock. He took in a quick breath and froze, waiting for her to continue.

"Tell me. Tell me who to send it to so I can stroke your little toy."

"Everyone. Send it to everyone." His voice was a hoarse whisper.

"What a good girl. I think you made the right choice. No one will ever look at you the same again. As it should be."

***

"Abi, can you stay behind for a few minutes to talk?" Ms. Jones asked casually.

Charlotte and Willow gave Abi a puzzled look as they packed their bags and headed to their next class.

When the rest of the class had filed out Abi walked over to Ms. Jones.

"Did you want help with these two?" Abi asked indicating the two male volunteers who remained tied to their tables.

"Oh no, you can leave them. I sometimes ask the girls who have these two as volunteers to leave them tied up at the end of the class."

Abi gave her a quizzical look.

"What I wanted to say, Abi, is that I've heard about the boy you're keyholding for, Quinn?"

Abi nodded, unsure of where this was going.

"He seems like a nice boy - I've even seen him walking obsequiously beside you, wearing his little collar."

"I don't mistreat him you know, I'm not sure what other girls are saying," Abi began but Ms. Jones cut her off.

"What I was going to say is that I'm proud of you. From what I've seen from you in class, you never looked very interested in chastity. Your grades in other courses are excellent, and in mine they're mediocre. But some girls do better in the real world than they do in a classroom, and I think you're a natural keyholder."

"Oh," Abi was caught off guard. "Thanks I guess."

"I can tell that you probably don't have a normal relationship with Quinn. As in you're not dating or whatever. And I wanted you to know that it's fine for you to chart your own path. Some people wonder why I'm still single, but the truth is, I take what I need from men, and I don't give anything back. So I don't need a partner. Do you know why I have these boys tied up even though school is over?"

"You're going to make them lick you?"

"Abi, I wouldn't have chosen the two boys with the biggest cocks in the class if I was going to have them lick me. I'm going to use them like human dildos."

Just then the phone rang.

"One second," Ms. Jones said.

Abi strained to hear the conversation on the other end of the phone. It sounded urgent, but Ms. Jones only appeared annoyed.

"Shit," Ms. Jones cursed as soon as she hung up the phone. "Abi, I have to leave. It's not quite an emergency, but I don't have time to untie these miscreants before I leave," she gestured at the intricate knots that held down the two bodies in front of them. "Can you do me a favor and take care of them for me?"

Abi nodded.

"Or," Ms. Jones smiled deviously, "You can have them take care of you before you let them go."

And with that Ms. Jones turned and left the room.

Abi considered the situation. The two male classmates were blindfolded, gagged, and wearing headsets that were blasting white noise. She could do whatever she wanted with them, then when she was finished, untie just a single hand, and leave while they struggled to release themselves. They would have no idea who had used them. Most likely, they would assume that whatever happened was at the hands of Ms. Jones.

Of course, she could make them lick her, but why not take it a step further. Both of the boys did have impressive packages, even now that they were almost limp. She admired the larger one, picking it up and letting it fall, watching it twitch in response and come half to life. It was already bigger than Quinn was when he was erect.

What better time to try than now?

Thinking things through she brought out her phone and typed out a message to Quinn.

<i>Come to Room 129. Close your eyes and then knock before entering</i>

Quinn would already be on his way home, so he wouldn't arrive for another five minutes.

Decisively Abi went over to the boy with the slightly smaller, more manageable dick, and began massaging it back to life. He was incredibly responsive and soon she was stroking a rock hard shaft.

She pulled her panties down and found to her surprise that they were already wet. Then she climbed on the boy, hiking up her skirt around her waist before pausing briefly.

"Here goes nothing," she said to the room.

As she pushed the boy's penis inside her she mentally compared the experience to playing with her dildo. It was warmer, slightly larger and more textured. There was something indescribably sexy about having a responsive being underneath her like this. The boy gasped as soon as the head of his cock felt her wetness. She watched the muscles on his hip and legs contract as he tried to push upwards against the ropes.

"Fuck this is hot," she whispered to herself.

She gradually acclimated to his cock, pushing herself down until she felt him press against her cervix. Then leaving him there she simply rocked her hips back and forth, savoring the fullness and allowing her hands to wander over her body.

Even though she was barely moving she saw the boys face change rapidly and felt his body spasm beneath her.

"Fuck, you came already," she said to the presently mute and deaf body beneath her.

Just then she heard a knock at the door and smiled to herself.

"Come in quickly," she ordered. "And eyes closed!"

Quinn cautiously entered the room with his eyelid firmly sealed, feeling his way forward by the sound of Abi's voice.

"Good... to your left... watch for the table".

When he finally arrived at her desk she dismounted, plugging her hole with two fingers.

She wanted to keep Quinn in the dark for as long as possible. She guided his face down between her legs,

"Stick your tongue out," she said as she aimed him right at a white rivulet running down her thigh.

He licked, expecting to taste her pussy juices, and then looked puzzled when he didn't.

"I want you to just plant your open mouth on my pussy" she instructed, smiling because he hadn't figured it out yet.

Carefully he moved up until he felt the familiar contours of her vulva. She removed her fingers just in time for his lips to seal around her and then she held him in place as she felt a glob of cum roll out of her.

Quinn recoiled, perhaps he had figured out the taste, or just found the change in consistency unexpected but she held him in place.

"Be a good girl and swallow the meal Mommy has saved for you."

She watched as Quinn relaxed and then the muscles on his neck contracted, as if he was a patient, reluctantly swallowing a large pill.

Abi had often looked on as Willow and Charlotte forced boys to eat their own mess in chastity class. She had seen their eyes wide in fear, and watched them struggle to keep their mouths shut as she herself had sometimes helped by holding their nostrils closed until they finally yielded. She remembered asking once how it had tasted, and the boy describing his own juices as thick, salty, and gross. She wondered how it tasted to Quinn.

"Good girl. You can open your eyes now."

Quinn's eyes went wide, and he looked left to right, perhaps discerning the boys still tied on either side of him while his mouth remained clamped on Abi's labia.

"Do you like your dinner?" Abi asked.

Quinn nodded unconvincingly.

"Good. Then I'll work on getting you another one right away!" she grinned and guided him by the hand over to the other table.

She circled the table first, running her hands over the boy's flesh and the ropes that tied him down. She wrapped her fingers around his testicles and squeezed so that the skin went taught and his veins popped into focus.

"I think it's so hot that at this very moment his balls are full of cum, and in a few minutes that very same cum will be inside your tummy," she said as she placed her other hand on Quinn's stomach.

Quinn swallowed as if foreshadowing what was to come.

She climbed carefully up on the second boy. Grabbing a bottle of lubricant next to him she squirted his half-mast member and began stroking it to its full length. She'd need all the help she could get fitting this one inside her.

"He's so big Quinny. He's the biggest in the school. We've measured them all you know."

She looked down at the boy's rigid pole, satisfied that it was as large as it would get.

"Why don't you kneel there, next to my legs and I'll call you when you're needed."

Quinn knelt where she pointed.

Abi held the young man's tool in place and prepared to impale herself on it.

"Quinny, I've got to admit, I'm a little nervous. Can you hold my hand."

He reached out a shaky hand that met with hers.

"Thank you Quinny."

With her other hand holding the cock in place, she parted the lips of her soaking pussy with his head and then allowed her weight to bear her down.

"Fuck," she cried out as she took the first few inches.

She pulled back up before repeating the process, going slightly deeper. Three times she did this before she finally slid all the way down, feeling her insides rearrange to accommodate the phallic intruder.

"Oh my God I feel so full," she cried out.

As she slowly grew accustomed to the girth inside her she sped up her pace and while she rode the young man's obscenely large member she toyed with Quinn mercilessly.

"Do you wish this was your cock that I'm riding."

"Yes" he mumbled.

"Why do you think I don't use you like I'm using him? I could fuck you every night if I wanted to."

"Because my cock isn't like his."

"No it's not. What's different about it Quinny?"

"Mine is much smaller."

"Tell me I deserve a big cock."

"You deserve a big cock," he whined.

"Fuck, I'm coming," she called out as she squeezed Quinn's hand with a vice-like grip.

"Oh my God, I rarely cum from just penetration. That felt so good." she gasped. "And he's still hard. Stand up Quinny, I want you to play with my clit as I fuck him again."

Quinn positioned himself slightly behind and to the side of her so he could reach his hand down to her crotch. She was a sodden mess, but her clit was so engorged that it was easy to find. He rubbed it in time with the movement of her hips and she ground them against her captive.

The second orgasm was easy to coax out of her and when she finished, panting, Quinn thought she would be done, but she only murmured, "Again."

The ropes on the young man had loosened slightly, just enough for him to move his hips a few inches, and so this time Abi leaned back and allowed her human dildo to fuck her.

Abi unbuttoned her blouse and let it slip to the ground. Then leaning back she rested her elbows on the boy's legs and opened a large space between them. She relished the feeling of Quinn's eyes on her body. Fucking her shackled classmates hadn't been as fulfilling as she thought it would be until Quinn's adoring eyes were there to give the act consequence.

She quickly grew tired of this position and straightened out. "Undress. I want to hold your balls while I fuck him," she ordered.

Quinn quickly stripped down so that his only covering was the small, pink chastity device. Abi would normally refuse to touch him when he was so drenched in his own precum, but she seemed less concerned than normal and reached out to fondle his testicles.

"Do they hurt?"

"Yes Mommy."

"They must be so full for me. They're overflowing onto my hand," she stuck her fingers in his mouth as she continued to grind on the cock buried deep inside of her.

"Fuck I want to cum one more time before he finally finishes inside me," she slowed her rhythm to a slow grind as she spoke. "But I need your help to get off now Quinny. I want you to kneel again like a good girl."

"She reached behind her back and began unclasping her bra," Quinn could feel his pulse beating in his temples.

"Now look down now at your cock. Not just a little, try to touch your neck with your chin."

Quinn adopted the severe posture so that he could no longer make eye contact with Abi.

"Alright, now I'm going to take off my bra and drape it on your cage and you will keep your eyes looking straight down."

Quinn heard her undo her clasp and then saw the bra descend on his cock. The fabric between the two cups was right on the base of his cock, where his skin bulged before the cage prevented his blood from flowing in. He knew now that all he had to do was look up and he would see Abi in all her glory.

"I know this will be tough for you Quinny, but I want you to keep your eyes down. If you look up I promise I won't punish you at all. But i want to know that Mommy can trust you to obey me. So don't disappoint me sweety."

Quinn started shaking, staring at the bra as it dangled from his imprisoned cock.

Abi did her best to put on an aural show for him. Breathing raggedly, she renewed her attack on the boy beneath her, fucking him so that the sound of their skin slapping together filled the room. She kept waiting for Quinn to look up, but his head remained tilted down. She ran her fingers through his hair but he did nothing more than shiver.

"Oh you're such an obedient girl, listening to Mommy fuck but not watching her. It must be unbearable for you," Abi teased him between breaths. "Look at that long strand of precum hanging off your tip, it's almost as long as my bra. Fuck Quinny I wish you could see my boobs right now. How they lift every time I rise up and then come down every time I skewer myself on him. Tell me you want me to cum again."

"I want you to cum on his cock, Mommy."

Abi loved when he embellished her dirty talk like that. She felt so sexy, fucking this boy while Quinn knelt on the ground, denying himself the pleasure of staring at her not from coercion or fear but because he was enamored with her. She wanted to stretch her power further, to push him to his limits.

"Would you give up your touchy time if it let Mommy have a third orgasm?" she asked.

"Please, Mommy, it's been so long."

"You wouldn't do that for me baby?"

Abi had lost count but it had been almost three weeks since his last release from the cage, and she had promised him a teasing session that very night.

"Please Mommy, I can't take it."

She could see his flesh filling up every nook and cranny of his cage, searching for some escape.

"Oh Quinny, I'm getting close, please say it," she pouted. "You know it will turn me on so much to hear you deny yourself."
<hr pg="2" />His shaking was uncontrollable. The bra was almost ready to fall off his cage and his fists were clenched at his sides.

"Please cum Mommy. I don't need my touchy time," he finally whispered. "I'll stay locked in my cage for you."

"Oh fuck, fuck, FUCK," she screamed as she came one final time and then slumped forward in a pile of sweat and tingling flesh. Her nervous system felt like it had short-circuited and she lay there incapable of anything other than filling her lungs and feeling the satisfaction of her climax.

She wasn't sure how long she took, bent over and panting, but when she finally did return to reality, Quinn was still staring downwards.

"Pass me my bra Quinn."

Without looking he grabbed the bra and held it up for her. She put it on slowly.

When she finally lifted herself off, a thin stream of cum ran down her leg. She didn't even notice when the lucky boy beneath her had finished. She swiveled on the table and dangled her legs off the edge.

"You can look," she said.

She watched Quinn's eyes fixate on the creamy rivulet coursing down the inside of her knee.

Now that he knew what was coming, Quinn wanted no part in his duty. "Please don't make me," he said before she had even alluded to what she wanted.

"Why don't you start with just a little lick. You've already had much more. Just dab your tongue here," she said softly.

Quinn leaned forward and tentatively darted his tongue onto a wet patch on her leg.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" she asked. "Now try a longer lick. Help clean this before it goes any further," she said of a drop that was still moving down her thigh.

Quinn leaned forward and obeyed again reluctantly.

"I know you want to Quinn," she said gently. "You don't have to pretend to dislike it when I'm around. Go ahead, enjoy Mommy's little treat for you."

Quinn looked back at her and shook his head <i>no</i>.

"Quinny, you're going to make Mommy angry. Now do as you're told and clean up my pussy."

Quinn at last yielded, closing his eyes and grimacing as he lapped at her thighs. While he worked, Abi admired his innocent face, and considered the recent turn of events.

She knew that she had no intention of ever fucking a boy again. This opportunity was too rare to turn down, but in the end she really did find boys' cum a little too gross to let them finish inside her again. And the thought of using a condom made her think that she might as well just use a dildo instead. Of course she could always have Quinn clean her up, but it was the novelty of making him do something disgusting that had gotten her off in the first place.

She knew that Quinn didn't need to be told any of this. It was best if he always felt ready to be called on for anything.

"Hmm that's it Quinny," she cooed, "time to lick it all out of Mommy's pussy. Go gentle sweety, I'm quite sore."

***

"Quinny, come downstairs." Abi called out.

The faint sounds of Quinn's footsteps could be heard in the living room where Abi waited with Grace, Charlotte and Willow. It had taken so much training to teach him how to walk more femininely, but at long last it had become second nature.

Quinn entered and curtseyed as he did. The girls were all in cocktail dresses, having just returned from an evening party, and Quinn struggled to keep his eyes off the delicious skin of their crossed legs.

"Sorry mommy, I was just folding your clothes."

Abi didn't acknowledge his explanation.

"Quinny, I'm afraid Charlotte started a story while you were taking your time coming down. Please stand in the corner facing the wall until she finishes."

Quinn hurried to the corner. He knew that corner time meant reciting his chastity mantras.

"My penis is for peeing, not for touching," he whispered the first line to the wall. "Orgasms are for women, not for boys. My tongue is for licking, not for speaking. I deserve to be denied. I <i>want</i> to be denied."

He did this as Charlotte related a brief anecdote about the clothed female, naked male event they had just returned from.

"Quinny," Abi announced when Charlotte finished.

"Yes Mommy?" Quinn turned to face her.

Abi made a circular gesture at Quinn's waist with her fingers and Quinn knew he needed to take off his skirt. He did so gingerly, still a shy of undressing in front of four gorgeous women.

Then Abi glanced at her feet and Quinn walked over and knelt before her. Abi smiled to herself and patted him on the head, "good girl", she whispered.

It was amazing how easy it was to communicate her wishes to Quinn now that she had been training him for months.

"Quinny, I have a problem, and after talking it over with the girls, we've concluded that you're the only one who can help." Abi began. "And this is a serious conversation, so I wanted all of your Aunties here for it."

Quinn silently nodded, his pupils growing wider as he tried to imagine what was going to happen next.

"The problem is, you eat me out two, or three, or even four times a day, and though I really enjoy it, sometimes it just falls short of being perfect."

"I'm sorry Mommy-" Quinn began.

"Shush, it's not about your performance Quinn. The problem is that I really like having my breasts played with while I'm cumming. And most of the time I do it myself and that's okay. Sometimes I actually like it more, knowing how much you'd love to touch me while you're down there. It makes the whole experience so much hotter. Actually I've noticed when I squeeze my breasts during those moments you look at me and I could swear it's a jealous look. You wish so badly those were your hands. And it sends me right over the edge. Other times I can tell when you squeeze my ass that you wish you were squeezing something else instead. Oh don't look so surprised, your face is absolutely transparent Quinny."

Quinn turned his eyes downwards as she spoke.

"But you know there are sometimes that I'd like to just lay back and let you do all of the work. And to be frank I want the unpredictability of someone else touching me here," she said as she let her fingers play over her nipples through the fabric of her tight dress.

Quinn looked ready to burst but knew he shouldn't speak.

"Unfortunately I promised myself that I'd never let you see or touch my tits after you disobeyed me. And while I certainly never intend to let you play with yourself ever again, or even see my breasts at any point, I think I could bring myself to let you touch them, only while you go down on me, if I knew that you had paid dearly enough for it."

Quinn gulped.

"Which is why I'd like to ask what you would be willing to give me for this privilege?"

Quinn looked at the other girls, hoping for a clue as to what he should offer.

After a moment he turned back to Abi. His mouth was dry and he weighed the consequences of what he was about to say. He knew he had to give a permanent offering, and he knew his judgment was clouded by months of denial. He was enslaved not only to Abi, but to the idea of her and the idea of her body.

He realized he would make terrible decisions just for the chance to touch her. He gazed openly now at her breasts - her nipples poked through the silk of her dress. He knew they were puffy, he was almost certain of it, but he wanted so badly to touch them, to find out. To feel the weight of her breasts, to feel her flesh pressed down underneath his fingers. Why had he enslaved himself for all of these months if not to accept an offer like this one?

Meanwhile Abi played on his desires, on his weakness. She tugged at the top of her dress, exposing more cleavage, and leaned forwards so he could see almost everything that he wanted.

"I would do anything, anything you want Mommy. I would-" and here he gathered up the courage to speak, "I would dress like a girl... everywhere. Always."

Quinn was shaking as he spoke and the goosebumps stood out on his cold skin. He could feel a twist in his stomach, like something bad had happened to him, or like he was making a choice he would regret. But he had no willpower to do otherwise.

Abi reached out to hold his chin with her hand and spoke down to him from her chair, "Are you sure? Promise me Quinny."

"I promise, I'll be a girl for you. Everywhere. All the time. That way I can eat you out whenever you want, and you'll always love how I look while I do it."

"Thank you Quinny. I accept your promise and I'm going to hold you to it," she said sternly. "And all the girls here can act as witnesses."

Quinn released the deep breath that he had been holding. His hands moved towards his cock, somehow drawn by an instinct he thought was all but dead, but he caught himself on time.

Noticing this movement, Abi added, "But I'm not sure that will work as a payment for touching me. Stand up, Quinny."

He stood, so that his panties were level with Abi's face, only a foot or so away.

"You see the problem is this - you came in here with dry panties. And now they're absolutely soaked," she gestured to the wet patch on the front of the silk garment.

Then she reached out and pulled them forward, exposing a long strand of precum between his pink cage and the gusset of his underwear.

"And look at your cock. All the blood is trying to rush into it but it can't make it past the opening of your cage. It's like a crowd of people trying to get through a single small door, all choked up."

His cage twitched as she spoke.

"You see the problem, don't you Quinny?" she stroked his balls as she asked. "The problem is that you already want to be a girl, and not just for me. I can tell by how turned on you are. You find it humiliating. The way people whisper at your long hair, or comment on the perfume you put on. And you want more of it. You'd like nothing more than to have a crowd of women giggling and pointing at you. But being a girl shouldn't be humiliating. It's boys who should be ashamed of themselves. No, you will act like a girl from now on, dress like a girl, cross your legs like a girl, but what you did right now was to try and trick me into getting rewarded for having your way."

Quinn was appalled. It was so unfair. Looking around the room he checked the girls' faces for support. Grace was grinning ear to ear - no one wanted to tease him more than her and she was no doubt thrilled at the thought of tugging at his skirt in public. Charlotte was smiling as if someone had told a joke, and in a way, Abi had. A joke, a prank - an amusing trap.

Only Willow showed signs of mixed feelings. She was biting her lip, and squirmed a little when Quinn appealed to her with his eyes. But then he recognized her face. It was the same face she made when he licked her. Willow may have felt guilty, but she was more turned on than she was sympathetic.

"I'm sorry Mommy," Quinn finally managed to say.

"Good. Why don't you go to your Auntie Willow. You can lie across her lap for your punishment."

Quinn approached Willow.

"Auntie Willow, can you please spank me for being a bad girl?"

"Yes sweetie, come here."

Willow's breasts were heaving as Quinn placed himself across her lap.

She adjusted him gently, until his chastity cage was in the gap between her legs. Then she spanked him for the first time.

It was hard. He had expected out of all of them that Willow would be the gentlest. He let out a cry, partly in surprise and partly in pain.

"Please, Auntie Willow..."

But she quickly spanked him again, catching him off guard and silencing his protest.

"Ow, please it hurts!" he cried out, not meaning to.

She spanked him again, as hard as she could. He bit his lip, and just whimpered this time.

At the sound Willow let out a moan.

The blood pooled in Quinn's head, and he couldn't see the look exchanged between Willow and Abi, or the fact that both Grace and Charlotte had slipped a hand under their panties and were quietly pleasuring themselves.

Willow continued, this time shuffling her legs under him, pressing his cage against her sex. Each spank came harder than he thought Willow would be capable of, and the pain drove out all traces of arousal. And so even though this was the closest he had ever physically come to fucking a woman, with his manhood separated from her entrance by only a thin, polymer cage, he took no pleasure in it.

Willow struck again and again, suppressing her breath with each movement until she finally let out a quiet mewl. When her baby orgasm had passed she took a deep breath, and now finally feeling guilty for Quinn, stood him to his feet.

Abi spoke, "Quinn, can you lick up the mess you left on Auntie Willow's thighs."

Quinn saw the wetness of his precum and kneeling down, licked it up from the skin just beneath her hemline.

"Now that you've had a chance to think Quinn," Abi continued, "Have you come up with a way to pay me?"

Feeling betrayed on all sides, Quinn could think of nothing. "I don't have anything to give that you couldn't already take from me," he let out quietly, like a balloon deflating.

"Unfortunately Quinny, I think that's the right answer," Abi smiled.

"So you're never going to let me touch your breasts?"

"Or your own cock. But only one of those makes me sad."

Quinn stood sulking in the middle of the room.

"Do you think it's unfair?" Abi asked him.

"No it's not fair."

"Why not?"

"It's not fair that you don't have someone to touch your breasts when you cum."

"Good girl, Quinny. You're a fast learner. Still, I think we should celebrate your new decision. Auntie Charlotte bought you a gift to try out. "

Charlotte pulled out a humbler: a wooden device with three holes, two for his hands and one for his genitals.

"Thank you Auntie Charlotte," he mumbled, not even knowing what it was.

She smiled back wickedly at him.

Once his cage was off, and the humbler had replaced it, he found his hands trapped at his waist inches away from his hard cock yet unable to touch it. Any tug with his arms pulled painfully on his testicles.

"Now why don't you go around the room Quinn, kneeling in between our legs and doing what you do best." Abi instructed. "You can start with Auntie Willow. I don't believe she's quite satisfied yet."

His mobility was somewhat restricted and Abi helped him to his knees. With his cock as hard as it had ever been, he knelt again between Willow's thighs. She gave him a look of sympathy and regret, but as soon as his tongue touched her she managed to move past her moral qualms. Her fingers entwined in his hair, and she forced him roughly against her sex, going to work extracting another orgasm from him.

Meanwhile, in tones that conveyed a disregard for whether they were overheard, Charlotte and Abi discussed Quinn's situation.

"See, this is all the evidence you need that men don't have real feelings the same way women do." Abi said with a gesture towards Quinn's confined, oozing hardness. "If someone enslaved a woman like this, and forced her to thank a man for her humiliation, do you think she would still be aroused?"

"No there's no way," Charlotte responded.

"Exactly. Men have shallow internal lives. There's really only a thin surface layer of emotion and the rest is just thinking of ways to get their cocks touched. That's all there is to them. Poor things."

Quinn finished with Willow, and then Charlotte, and then Grace. When it was finally Abi's turn to receive Quinn's worship, Willow stood up and massaged her breasts from behind, as if to point out what Quinn was missing.

When night came, Abi put him back in his cage and sent him to the spare room downstairs.

The next morning Quinn crept into Abi's bedroom like always.

Abi was already half-awake, her legs spread with her hands in between them. She was only wearing a long, baggy t-shirt, always ready for Quinn's wake up call.

"You're late Quinny," she whispered sleepily, "you almost missed your breakfast."

He quickly hopped into bed.

"I'm sorry Mommy, I spent longer on my makeup than normal."

"Shh," she whispered as she wiped her sticky fingers off on his hair, running them past his temples. "Such a good towel," she smiled. "You do look good though. Like a proper girl. My little slut."

He leaned forward and began pleasuring her again, enjoying the groggy morning noises that he had become so adept at luring out of her.

"I'm so sleepy I almost forgot about your big decision last night," she mused as she watched him at work. "I'm so excited for you. I fell asleep thinking about the outfits we could try on. I thought about getting something with a bonnet, as well as more lingerie for you, maybe a nice one piece swimsuit. There's a lot to do. And I started going through some makeup tutorials on my phone. I think I found a few that would be good for you."

Abi heard him moan from between her legs and she could tell he was grinding his hips against the sheets.

"None of that. I don't want a naughty girl making a mess on my bed again. Focus on your duty. Oh God, that's it," she allowed him to derail her train of thought.

"You know it was so hot watching you pleasure my friends last night. Your little face in between their legs, with your mascara tears running down your cheeks and their juices glistening on your chin. I bet your jaw was so tired by the end."

Quinn did his best to ignore the building pain in his crotch and focus on pleasing Abi. He knew she was always sweetest in those first morning moments, but she was quickly rounding into her normal form.

"Did you enjoy yourself? You made Grace cum three times. She was rather impressed."

Quinn nodded his head yes without stopping.

"You've become quite the pussy licker. I noticed last night how you used different techniques on each girl. You haven't even been with Charlotte or Grace that many times and you've already adapted to what they want. It makes me very proud of you," Abi continued without expecting Quinn to say anything. "Of course the real problem is maybe that you like licking pussy too much. And you get so greedy for pussy that you don't focus on our pleasure. But I'll cure of that eventually."

Quinn changed his pace as if to comment on Abi's assessment.

"Hmm, good girl, you need that encouragement don't you? Oh fuck, that's good. Use your finger, Oh God."

When Quinn began stroking her insides she started quivering,

but just as she was on the edge of climax he pulled his fingers out and moved his tongue to kissing her inner thigh.

She propped herself on her elbows to look at him, "Oh you little tease. Get back in there and make Mommy happy," she instructed as he looked back at her mischievously.

Quinn inserted his finger again, palping the chestnut texture on the inside of her upper wall and causing her to collapse back down on her pillow again. She stopped talking and he listened closely to her breathing, urging her towards the edge with his tongue and fingers. He watched as her back arched and as she bit her lips he once again pulled away from her.

Abi's tone lost all playfulness.

"Is that how you make Mommy happy? Teasing her like I'm a little boy. No more pussy for you today."

"I'm sorry Mommy, I just thought..."

"Shush," she pushed his face away with her foot. "Go to the closet and pick out the vibrator you'd like me to use and then you can stand in the corner facing the wall while I finish."

***

"Hey, Abi, could you wait up?"

Abi turned to see a slender red-head skipping to catch up with her on the sidewalk.

"Hey Jane, how are you doing?"

Jane was a year younger than Abi, but they knew each other from Abi's brief stint on the soccer team.

"I'm fine thanks. But I wanted to talk to you about something. About Quinn actually."

"I'm all ears."

"Well you see, I used to be in the same class as Quinn, before he skipped a grade. We were pretty close for a while, and we stayed in touch even in high school, but maybe not as much as if we'd had classes together, you know?"
<hr pg="3" />"Of course."

"Well... umm... this is hard for me to say but basically I've always had a crush on Quinn. I don't think he ever knew. He's just so smart, and gentle. He's my kind of guy. To be honest, I... I actually thought he might ask me to be his keyholder when the time came."

"Why do you think he didn't?" Abi asked, her pride challenged.

"Well, my birthday is months before his and," she caught Abi's expression, "And of course you're so smart, and gorgeous and mature. It makes total sense that he would ask you."

Abi seemed placated.

"And when I heard you became his keyholder I backed off and we sort of stopped talking. Then I heard a rumor that you two weren't actually dating. But I also never see him around school anymore to ask him about it. So I talked to Willow and she told me to speak to you directly. Because if it's true, well I kind of wanted your permission to ask him out on a date. Before it's too late and he leaves for college."

"I don't think you need to worry about Quinn going to college."

"Really? But he's so clever!"

"Quinn decided to join the new government Male Homemakers program."

"Huh. I thought that was only for stay at home dads, or like guys with rich parents and no ambition."

"Perhaps Quinn's priorities have changed since you last saw him."

Jane appeared skeptical.

Abi paused and looked the girl up and down. She had a pleasant face, not as hot as Charlotte, probably not even as hot as Abi. But cute - freckles and a button nose. She looked innocent and sweet, like a woman meant for an earlier age.

"You know, the best thing would be if you just join me. I'm heading home now and Quinn will be waiting there."

The girls walked together in a tense sort of silence. When Abi entered the front door she called out, "Quinny, you have a visitor!"

Quinn's head peaked out from behind the kitchen door.

"Quinn, don't be shy. It's your friend Jane."

That was exactly why Quinn was acting shy.

But Abi had called and so he braced himself, stepped forward, and with eyes glued to the ground, allowed himself to be viewed from the doorway.

Jane gasped.

Quinn was wearing a transparent blue baby doll nightie. His hair was braided and his face was artfully composed to maximize its femininity. His transformation had never looked so complete.

Abi took turns glancing between the two of them, enjoying both of their discomfort.

Jane looked at Abi, waiting for her to say that this was a joke. When only silence ensued, she pulled herself together enough to speak.

"Hi Quinn, you look, well, beautiful, really."

"Thank you," Quinn mumbled.

"Don't just stand there Quinny, why don't you come a little closer."

Quinn stepped awkwardly forward.

Since nobody seemed about to speak, Abi decided to carry the conversation.

"So Jane, what do you think about Quinny's new chastity cage?" she asked, pointing to the small pink cage that was visible through the two sheer layers of Quinn's lingerie.

"Oh my God, it's smaller than I expected!" Jane blurted out upon inspecting it more closely. "I'm so sorry," Jane caught herself, "I'm sure it's a very normal size. I haven't seen too many cages yet."

Quinn just stood there grimacing.

"No, you're absolutely right. We've been training Quinn to fit in progressively smaller cages. I think this is the third one this year. She's shrunk quite a bit actually, and it makes her panties look so much more feminine"

"Yes, of course, that makes sense," Jane agreed.

"Why don't we show Jane how much you've shrunk?"

Quinn nodded his head <i>no</i>. "Please Abi," he begged.

"Quinny, I don't like you disrespecting me by calling me that in front of a guest."

"I'm sorry Mommy," Quinn quickly capitulated when he heard her tone.

"I don't want you to disobey me again or we'll cancel your <i>touchy time</i> this afternoon. Now come here and I'll unlock you."

Jane was mortified. With eyes wide open, she stayed frozen on the couch.

Abi pulled down Quinn's panties and then quickly removed his cage, setting it beside her on the table.

"Now go stand close to Jane so she can have a good look at your little clitty."

Quinn tiptoed over to Jane, his hands dangling at his side. He bit his lip when he looked at her as if to say, "please don't judge me."

Jane smiled weakly back. Trying to be a good guest, she looked at his penis which was slowly growing in front of her.

"Oh Quinny, are you getting turned on?" Abi laughed. "Is it just because you love being humiliated? No, that's rude of me, I'm sure you find Jane to be attractive, don't you? Why don't you tell her, I'm sure she'd appreciate that."

"You're very pretty Jane."

"I think you can call her <i>Miss</i>, Quinny."

"Yes Mommy. Sorry Miss."

"That's okay," Jane said quickly. "You have a very," Jane hesitated for a moment, "pretty cock, Quinn."

"Oh, and there it is, she's started dripping already" Abi noted as Quinn's cock produced its first drop of precum. "She must really like you. She only drips so quickly when I make her undress in front of girls that make her nervous."

Jane joined Quinn in blushing.

"Quinn is seriously famous for her chastity tears. All my girlfriends know to be careful not to slip on puddles when Quinn is around."

"I'm sure it's not Quinn's fault," Jane said kindly. "Men can hardly be expected to control their bodies."

"No, certainly not," Abi agreed. "Well I need to use the bathroom quickly. Quinn, try not to drip on our guest."

When Abi had left the room Jane turned to Quinn.

"Quinn, what on earth happened to you? Is Abi forcing you to dress like this?"

Quinn frowned. For all he knew Abi had the living room recorded. Women in his world seemed to have infinite power.

"She prefers that I look like a girl. But I chose to do this for her."

"And dropping out of school?"

"I'm in the Male Homemakers program. I'm still getting paid for the service I provide, and it let me move out of my mom's house into the basement here."

"Is that what everything is about? That's why you were in such a rush to find a keyholder?"

Quinn's silence served as a 'yes'.

"Quinn, I just feel like this isn't what you want. When was the last time Abi gave you a release?"

"Well, I sort of had a release with one of her friends a couple of months ago."

"Sort of? Like a ruined orgasm? Two months ago?"

Quinn nodded.

"No wonder she has you bewitched. Anyone would go crazy being denied for that long."

Quinn wasn't sure what to say. "I... I deserve to be denied." The words, spoken by rote so many times before slipped out unbidden.

Jane's face betrayed a mix of disbelief and horror.

"Quinny?" Abi said as she re-entered into the room, "I noticed you haven't started making dinner yet?"

"Oh I'm sorry for interrupting your routine," Jane said while standing. "I should really get going."

"Oh you don't have to leave," Abi insisted.

"No really, I just wanted to pop in to say hi. I'm catching the bus home anyway and I think there's one coming soon."

"Right, you should hurry. They don't come as often after 6pm. There's a stop just across the street," Abi pointed helpfully.

"Thanks Abi, And it was nice seeing you Quinn."

Abi and Quinn followed her to the door and watched as she shut it behind her.

"Oh, don't look so glum Quinny. I'm sure she can come by another time. How about I cheer you up? We can do your touchy time right now?"

Abi pressed her breasts against Quinn's back and then reached around and took hold of his failing member.

"Fuck" he whispered.

"Shh, good girls don't use dirty words like that."

"Yes Mommy," he corrected himself.

"Should we watch to make sure she gets on her bus safely?" Abi asked with her head rested on his shoulder.

"Yes please," Quinn said as they peered together through the glass of the front door.

Jane stood with her purse in the fading light, oblivious to the two pairs of eyes that watched her from the dark interior of the house.

"She has very pretty legs," Abi mused as she stroked Quinn's cock.

Quinn wasn't sure what to say and only managed a moan.

"Very modest girl. Her skirt isn't very high, and her blouse isn't very low. I wish you could see more of her skin. She looks a little flat chested with that top, but it's just because it's not very flattering."

"Please Mommy."

"Oh are you getting close? I'm sorry I'll go slower. Your fuse is almost as short as your little peepee now," she giggled to herself.

"Mommy, what did you talk about with Jane?"

"Oh just adult stuff, nothing to worry your pretty little head over."

"Did you tell her anything about me?"

"Oh Quinny, you're such a worrier. Like what? That your favorite thing in the world is slurping cum out of my pussy? Don't be silly. Jane's a smart girl. The moment she saw you she understood everything she would ever need to know. She knows you're a sissy. She knows you do whatever filthy thing I ask you to. And she probably knows that I make you beg to taste your own cum."

"Oh God Mommy!" Quinn exclaimed, causing Abi to withdraw her hand.

"You know the rule. No cummies for bad little girls like you."

"Yes Mommy."

"I must admit some curiosity though. It seems like she really likes you. Or at least did before she saw what you've become. If I had to guess I'd say the only reason you didn't choose her as your keyholder was because she wasn't 19 at the time and you weren't willing to wait."

Quinn groaned as she began stroking him again.

"You don't have to tell me. I know you're loyal to Mommy now. But I do wonder if it wouldn't be nice for both of you to have a taste of romance. I could message her, asking if she wants me to send you over to her place for a weekend."

Quinn's breath caught in his throat.

"Oh you'd like that wouldn't you? I would keep your key here of course. But that wouldn't stop you from having a lot of fun together."

Quinn's breathing was ragged.

"It sounds like my little girl would really like that. Of course, I'd have to know that you weren't secretly in love with her or something. But I'd feel comfortable if I knew that you were just there to have some fun and that you'd come back and serve me like always."

"Yes Mommy, I will always be there to serve you."

"Hmm, that's good. But Quinny, you're so, so hard right while you're looking at her. Undressing this poor girl with your eyes like a pervert as she waits innocently at the bus stop. It makes it hard to trust you." She paused as if contemplating the dilemma. "I'll tell you what, if you don't cum while I stroke you, then I'll know that I can trust you and I'll send her a message about loaning you out. Does that sound good?"

"Yes Mommy."

"Really it's a win win for you. I don't know what I'm even getting out of it. Now put young hands on the door. High on the door where you're not going to be tempted. Good. Now promise me you won't make any cummies while I stroke you."

"I won't make any cummies."

"Good girl," Abi whispered into Quinn's ear. "But you must really like the look of her. Those cute freckles. I wonder if she still has freckles on her breasts. I've seen them before you know, from the locker room when we were on the soccer team together. They're small, but they're not flat. And she has sort of thick, long nipples. Much bigger than you'd expect. She'd probably let you see them if I sent you to her for the night. Hell she'd probably let you lick them. Would you like that?"

Quinn grunted and squirmed, trying to get away from her relentless hand as she fondled him.

"And once she was really turned on, and her nipples were as hard as your cock is now, she'd push you down to her crotch. Oh sure she looks sweet, but she's a young woman, and you're nothing but a caged sissy. She'd have her way with you just like anyone would. Could you imagine her thighs gripping your head while your tongue plunged into her pussy? It's a cute little pussy too, I remember it. She waxed it clean, and her lips were sort of fat and puffy and pink."

"Please Mommy, I'm so close."

"Hmm, I love the sound of you pleading me <i>not</i> to cum," she said as she tightened her grip on his shaft.

"Please Mommy, I don't want to cum. Please stop."

"Beg me," Abi whispered darkly as she clenched her fist around his shaft.

Quinn was almost bucking, pushing his hips against her crotch trying to avoid her touch as he came closer.

"Please Mommy, I can't stop myself! Please!"

"Your sissy cock is mine and I'll play with it as much as I like," she whispered again into his ear as she pumped him quickly with one hand and squeezed his balls tight with the other.

"Mommy, no, I'm cumming!"

Abi finally withdrew her hand, only a split second before his orgasm began. His ruined ejaculate came forth in great, thick shots, coating the inside of the door. While his swollen balls pumped themselves dry, Quinn kept his eyes open and affixed on Jane, still waiting for her bus.

"You're such a naughty girl, Quinny," Abi murmured into his ear. "Hurry up now, get on your knees and clean up your mess. I know you like your cum nice and warm."

Quinn sank dejectedly to his knees and leaned forward to lick his semen off the door.

"While you lick it up you can pretend that you're tasting Jane's cute little pussy," Abi teased. "Oh, and there's Jane's bus. I wonder how long it will be before you see her again."

Quinn moaned in frustration.

"Oh you poor thing. I must seem like a wicked step-mother to you. I wonder if you wish you had picked a nicer Mommy."

Quinn had finished cleaning up and turned to look at her.

"Oh look at those big tears welling up in your beautiful blue eyes. I think I know what would make you feel better."

Abi lifted her skirt, haltingly, teasingly and Quinn's eyes followed its rise up her creamy legs.

"Go ahead, I know you want it Quinny."

Normally she wouldn't allow Quinn to go down on her after he had just swallowed his own cum, but she decided to overlook it this one time.

As she felt his tongue probing her through her wet panties she sighed.

"Hmm, I like how you take comfort in being between my legs. My good little girl," she cooed as she stroked his hair. I'm sorry for being so wicked to you. It's just every time I do something mean to you it makes me so, so wet."

Quinn clung to her, his cheek pressed against her inner thigh, his tongue on her wetness, and his arms wrapped around her like he was a sailor adrift in the water, clinging to keep afloat.

She felt a surge of maternal warmth towards him in that moment, recognizing the responsibility she held for his wellbeing. She briefly told herself that she would treat him better, that she perhaps did take things too far.

But then Quinn, having tasted her again and needing more, pulled down her sodden panties. When he licked her again Abi forgot what she had been musing on and zeroed in once more on her own pleasure.

She pushed Quinn playfully forward, and caught off balance, he moved to lie down for her. She straddled his face, smothering him as she did. She rode his face, taking joy in controlling him.

Then she pivoted so that she was lying down on top of him. She had read once how men and woman used to exchange oral sex. The 69 position. With a thrill she rested her head on his thigh, watching his cock, still oozing out the last remnants of his unfinished orgasm. She moved closer so that he could feel her breath on his cock. Her hair spilled down between his legs. She gently cupped his testicles in her one hand, knowing that when she climaxed it would slip from her mind and she would clench them viciously.

<i>Would he think that she was going to reciprocate?</i> she wondered. She smiled to herself at the thought.

If he did, his performance didn't suffer. He kept licking, increasing his rhythm with the pace of her breathing.

Just to tease him she planted a kiss where his leg met his groin. Not on his cock. Not even directly next to it. Nothing to make him explode or cry out, but something she knew would keep him cozy in his cage for months.

She felt him respond eagerly with his mouth. He knew her too well for her to contain herself. She felt her own muscles contracting beneath his tongue.

As she came she watched his cock. Still hard. Untouched.

She couldn't wait to put it back in its cage.

***

"Can you pass me that cock ring, Abi? I think this poor dick can't last much longer," Willow took the small silicon ring from Abi and looped it over the flagging cock in front of her.

"Should we use a vibrator for a bit?" suggested Charlotte. "We could put it on the lowest setting and just leave it under the balls right here." Charlotte searched the cluttered table for the sex toy of her choice.

"We could," Abi agreed, "but I'd rather she go limp than have an accident. It's taken so long getting her properly worked up and I don't want to waste the effort. And even someone as sex starved as she is can't keep hard for hours on end when we keep applying that numbing agent. Are you almost done using her Grace?"

"Fuck I'm getting there. Can you hand me the vibrator?" Grace said to Charlotte, who had finally located the toy. "I know Quinn's good with her tongue, but I guess even she needs help getting me off for the third time." Grace rearranged herself on Quinn's face so that she could place the vibrator on her clit. "Oh fuck yes, that's perfect."

"I brought the next bottle," Abi's mother announced as she entered the dining room with more red wine. On the way past she had to duck under a banner suspended from the ceiling which read, <i>Happy Birthday Quinn!</i>. "How long has it been since his, sorry, her last orgasm anyway?" She asked as she refilled Willow's wine glass.

"Two months since Charlotte ruined her by accident. I had to switch her over to the <i>heavy flow</i> panty liners just last week."

"Oh, our poor little girl," Abi's mom stroked Quinn's thigh as if to comfort him.

"Oh, fuck yes," Grace moaned from her position kneeling above Quinn's pinioned form.

"These are great," Charlotte remarked as she helped herself to a pastry.

"Quinn spent all afternoon baking them," Abi noted.

"It's wild to think how much has changed in just a year," said Willow, ignoring Grace's over the top, orgasmic cries. "Quinn is basically a new person."

"Chastity does wonderful things to a man." Abi's mother spoke. "You should have seen Abi's father before they locked him up for the first time. Selfish in the bedroom, useless in the kitchen. Chastity is the best thing that ever happened to our marriage."

Grace finally collected herself and dismounted from Quinn's face.

Now fully visible, he offered quite the sight. Ropes crisscrossed his French maid uniform, which concealed the realistic silicone breasts that Grace had picked out for him as a birthday gift. He wore a white bow in his hair, and his face and neck glistened with pussy juice, while his chin and cheeks were red from supporting the weight of the ladies above him.

"What do you say little girl?" Abi reminded Quinn.

"Thank you, Auntie Grace."

"you're welcome sweetie," Grace replied.

"Should we put the gag back in or does someone else want a turn?" Abi asked the group. "Mom, did you want to use her?"

"Oh no thanks dear, once is plenty at this age."

"Mommy?" Quinn interrupted feebly.

"Tutt, tutt, I told you no speaking tonight unless spoken to," Abi responded.

"Oh, let the birthday girl ask a question," Willow insisted.

"Fine, just one," Abi relented.

"Mommy, may I please beg Auntie Willow to lick her pussy one last time. She only got to go once," Quinn squirmed his legs as he spoke to show that he knew he was being cheeky.

The ladies laughed.

"Are you sure that's what you want to beg for?" Abi asked. "You don't want to beg her to make you squirt so you can eat your cum like a naughty little French girl?"
<hr pg="4" />Quinn wriggled again.

"If Auntie Willow wanted to fuck your face, she wouldn't need you to ask," Abi added.

"But maybe I like hearing it anyway," Willow giggled.

Abi reluctantly nodded her approval.

"Please Auntie Willow," he began, "I'm still so horny but nobody will even give me a ruined orgasm. Let me at least taste your delicious pussy one more time."

"Oh, I think our little girl just wants her cummies," said Willow as she flicked the head of his cock so that it listed to the left and then bobbed back up. "No more pussy for you tonight."

"And no more speaking either." Abi said before leaning in and whispering in his ear, "You did well though. Mommy is very proud of her good little girl," before fitting the gag in his mouth.

The young women chatted and drank wine for a while longer. Grace went upstairs to change and then sat back down in her chair, giving Quinn's wilting cock a few half-hearted pumps before reclining.

"So," Abi announced now that they were all present, "I thought to celebrate Quinn's first year in chastity, we could play a couple of games. The first game I'm going to need that double-ended dildo for," she said as she reached across the table while Quinn eyed her warily.

"So the game works like this," she explained as she removed Quinn's gag and forced one end of the dildo into his mouth. "I am going to ask a question to Quinn, and everyone has to write down their guess. You all received lipstick, you can use that to write your guess on whatever part of Quinn is closest to you. I know I'm scheduled to have Quinn all next weekend, but I'm going to give her up to serve the winner of the game."

"Oh my God," said Charlotte, "my room is such a mess, that would be amazing!"

"Oh I know," said Willow. "My dad is away this weekend though so we could really use someone to cook for us. Maybe you should lose on purpose for me Charlotte."

"Unlikely," Charlotte laughed.

"Okay, so our first question," Abi interrupted, "how many times did Quinn masturbate the day before she gave me her keys?"

"Oh, tough one, it's gotta be a lot right?" asked Grace.

"Unless she was already trying to be self-disciplined," said Willow.

"Hurry ladies, just a few more moments to write down your answers. Okay, Quinny, I want you to move your head up and down one time for every little cummy you made the day before you went into chastity."

Quinn nodded up and down, and the gigantic, flexible dildo bobbed with his mouth, bringing reams of laughter from the girls, who counted each one in unison until he reached five and then stopped.

"Oh my God Abi, she was like you are now!" Abi's mom joked.

"Looks like Grace is the only one with the right guess, so she takes the lead," said Abi. "Question number two: If Quinn couldn't have me as her keyholder, who would she pick as her second choice out of the women here?"

The girls recorded their guesses and then Quinn pointed the dildo at Willow, barely managing to avoid it slipping out of his mouth as he did.

"Too easy," Grace complained.

"Oh thanks Quinny," Willow said, massaging Quinn's testicles briefly in a show of gratitude.

"Question three: how many inches is little Quinn's cock when fully erect?" she then turned to instruct Quinn, "Quinn you can just sit still for this one."

"Oh this is tricky, I know she told me what it used to be but it's definitely shrunk quite a bit" said Willow as she reached out and began stroking him to his full length.

"Feel free to be extra precise so we can avoid any tied guesses," Abi instructed.

Once the girls finished she pulled a small measuring tape out of her bra and lined it up with the base of his cock. "4 and 1/4 inches," she announced.

"Oh not as small as I thought," said Charlotte.

"So Willow wins with a guess of 4.3, bringing her tied with Grace overall. Next question is, how many women has Quinn seen topless? And we'll let Quinn count it if she's at least seen both nipples."

The girls silently counted in their heads and then marked their answers on Quinn's increasingly colorful body.

"Go ahead Quinn."

Quinn bobbed his head, one, two, three times.

"Damn it, said Grace. "Okay so we know she's seen Willow," Grace said, "and I guess she might have had a good enough peak at Charlotte. Abi are you sure she hasn't cheated and seen you in the mirror or something?"

"No I think she's just counting her old mom," Abi said with a laugh. "We'll keep the answer though which means Willow and Charlotte both get points. Next question is a follow-up to an earlier question: If Quinn could pick the length of her penis, how many inches would she choose?"

"Oh my goodness, I have no idea," said Abi's mother. "Six? Just to be normal?"

"I was thinking one," said Grace, "just a tiny little microdick so she'd still have a clit for us to play with."

"What if she picks zero?" asked Charlotte.

"Well let's find out," said Abi. "Get your answers down ladies! Okay, Quinn so bob your head one time for each inch."

Quinn began bobbing and once more the girls counted in unison: "One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine!"

Then Quinn finally stopped and the girls burst out laughing.

"Oh poor Quinny wants a big boy's dick," said Willow.

"More like a horse's dick," whispered Charlotte.

"One of us should put a big old strapon over Quinn's cage and let her pretend she's got a nine inch cock sometime," said Grace.

"Already have," said Charlotte. "Like the second weekend I got her I put this big realistic strapon around her waist. She begged me to stop because she said it was too much and she was going to come in her cage."

"That's so like Quinn," said Willow.

"Yeah I don't like letting her penetrate me, even with a strapon," said Abi. "I think it gives her too many ideas. But you girls are welcome to try it. I'm gonna do the next question now though. So, how many times has Quinn cried from a spanking given by any of us?"

"Poor little Quinny," said Willow.

"Don't act like she didn't cry after you spanked her," said Abi, eliciting some laughter.

"Quinn really does lick you differently after you spank her," Willow admitted. "She becomes much more tender."

The other girls agreed.

Once they were finished guessing Quinn bobbed his head three times, and despite his best efforts to do so in a dignified manner that might cause the girls to show some pity for him they could only laugh at the absurdity of the giant dildo lolling precariously in his mouth.

"Honestly girls, when cages first came into law most men I know cried more than three times in their first year from the spankings their wives had to give them," said Abi's mom, who generously refrained from calling the younger generation soft as she so often did at other times.

"Okay final question," announced Abi, happy to not encourage her mother to go on a historical tangent. "This one is worth two points to give the laggards a chance to catch up: How many women has Quinn kissed on the lips?"

The girls wrote their answers on the last unmarked skin of his body, with numbers ranging from one to six.

"Go ahead Quinny, give us the answer," said Abi.

Quinn remained absolutely still.

"Wait, does that mean she's never kissed a girl?" exclaimed Charlotte.

A silence fell over the group.

"Oh, not even little Janey boo?" Abi asked.

Quinn shook his head, and the silicone dildo with it. <i>No</i>.

"Holy shit, I thought she was just refusing to answer," said Grace, "I was about to slap her balls!"

"Is this the saddest thing we've found out tonight?" asked Willow.

"Yeah, it's pretty pitiful," agreed Charlotte.

There was silence for a moment before Abi spoke. "It is kind of sad. But at the same time, does anyone else think it's kind of hot? Like she's never kissed a girl but we've fucked her face dozens of times."

"Like we've taken her innocence?" Grace added.

"Yeah I know we all joke about her being our sex slave, or fuck toy or whatever, but she really is. We can do whatever we want to her and she just thanks us afterward," Willow said.

"I think if I had to put my finger on it, it's that I love taking things away from her," Abi mused. "I took her cock, and her orgasms and her dignity. I emasculated her. And now it turns out I took away her first kiss without ever realizing it. When she gave me her keys, she probably expected that first kiss was going to be with me. God that makes me feel like I need another round on Quinn's face just to cool down," Abi joked.

"Okay, let's find out the winner before you go and get too riled up," interrupted Charlotte.

"Fine," Abi conceded. "Willow guessed <i>one</i> on the last question, which was the closest, so she wins by a single point!"

"We should have made the game about ruining his cock instead of trivia if we wanted anyone but our resident librarian to win," Charlotte rolled her eyes as she spoke.

"Alright, now that we've announced our winner," Abi continued, "I want us to all go around the table and share one story, preferably a funny or embarrassing one, about our honored guest!"

"Oh, can I go first?" Grace raised her hand like she was in class.

"Yes Grace, go ahead."

"Alright. Three weeks ago everyone happened to be out of the house except Quinn who was staying in to keep up on cleaning. And I was going to a housewarming party and made it all the way there before I realized that I had forgotten my gift. So I had to go all the way back and it probably took me an hour. When I came in I didn't hear the vacuum going, or the dishwasher or anything so I peaked into Abi's room to see what Quinn was up to. She was applying Abi's makeup in the mirror, and was wearing one of Abi's bras stuffed with socks. And the funny thing was, when I saw her, she screamed and covered up her 'boobs' like she was some girl actually afraid of being seen. I cried laughing."

"Is that when you got the idea for her fake tits?" Charlotte asked.

"Yes exactly. She clearly wants them! Besides, I think it will drive her mad being able to wear them to bed, just groping her own boobs while her cock struggles in her cage. It's just delicious. Speaking of which, Charlotte, can you tell us the story of how you ruined her orgasm?"

"Well Abi already knows but I'll tell it fresh for the rest of you. This was like the third or fourth weekend that Abi let me borrow Quinn. At this point, we've already done all the fun games and my only priorities were for her to get me off and clean the house. So it's the Saturday morning, and I had kept her quite busy that night. I had her cage off the entire time though, she was just restrained from touching. Basically, she spent the night looking like how she looks now," Charlotte paused for a sip of wine.

"Anyway, she's busy doing dishes and I'm just leaning against the counter eating the breakfast that she made, wearing only a long t-shirt. Now I was already satisfied and at the stage of wanting her to lick my pussy just because I can make her. Not even wanting to cum, you know? Just wanting to feel good. So I pointed at the floor in front of me and she kneels down obediently and starts attending to me. And it feels nice, but I'm just scrolling through my phone at this point, mostly ignoring her. When it starts to feel a little better I lifted up the t-shirt and sort of start squeezing the one breast. Maybe pinching my nipple a bit. And then I rearranged my posture and when I did my leg just barely grazes her cock."

Here she imitated the slightest touch on Quinn's hard-on with her hand.

"And she lets out this big gasp, and she stops licking me so I look down and she's staring up at me with these sad eyes and she makes the most pitiful noise I've ever heard and then I see this stream of cum flowing out of her. Like she's pissing herself but it's definitely not pee. I guess because Abi always hides her boobs this was actually a big moment for little Quinny to make out a flash of tits. But at the same time I was acting like I couldn't care less. In fact I was pretty oblivious to how turned on she was. I guess she found it so degrading that it gave her a ruined orgasm."

"Oh, poor little Quinny," Willow said in her baby voice while Abi smirked.

"But the best part is that once she had recovered, she stared at the puddle on the floor, and I knew what she wanted. But I knew that she felt conflicted. Because it's one thing to have a woman pressure you to eat your cum, and another to ask her. So I just played stupid."

"What's wrong sweetie?" I asked. And she waited and waited and then finally said, "Do I need to clean it up? Do I need to eat it?" And I told her, "Oh no, that's fine, you can just mop it up." But she didn't move, she just kept staring at it. And finally I said, "Quinny, do you <i>want</i> to lick it up?" Then she looked up at me and nodded. "Oh Quinny, you nasty girl, eating cum is supposed to be a punishment. Wait, does it turn you on?" And she nodded again. "Well if you like it so much, I can't just reward you for having this accident. You're going to need to beg me. And then you're going to have to go upstairs and get my sister and my mother and bring them to watch." And she nodded again and I swear to God her cock still looked ready to explode.

So she brought my mom and sister down from upstairs and we all just stood there in the kitchen suppressing our giggles, and my mom of course makes Quinn beg and plead and her cock is just trembling at the thought of being denied. And my sister insists that Quinn eat her out before she have her treat, and so we watch Quinn doing it and the whole time we saw her glancing at this puddle on the floor from the corner of her eye. I have seen a man beg for release, and beg to taste pussy, but never beg to eat their own cum like little Quinn."

The girls howled with laughter at this one. Abi in particular enjoyed watching Quinn's cock act like a barometer, rising higher with each humiliating story.

"I've got another one to share about a puddle," Willow volunteered. "This was three months into chastity. I wanted to have some sexual experiences out in nature, so I took Quinn on a hike. We did our stuff but on the way back she started complaining about needing to pee. She asked if she could go in a bush, but I told her now that she's a girl she can't just pee on a tree, she needs to wait to use a toilet back home. Well she's crossing her legs on the car ride back and when we get out she's walking funny with her hands in her lap, but the thing is she can't pinch her dick to keep it in. She's just pressing on a hard tube so it does nothing. As soon as she got in the door she peed himself in the front entrance."

The girls laughed.

"Oh, it's not easy being in chastity is it, Quinny?" Grace consoled him.

"Abi, you're the only one left. What have you got?"

"Okay," Abi cleared her throat, "I think we can all agree that sometimes we feel guilty to a greater or lesser extent about how we use Quinn. And as we came up on the one year mark I was really thinking this through. For right now it's fine, I'm going to go to a local university, but I'll move out eventually and then what will happen to her? Like I don't think Quinn expected this," and she touched his apron, "when she offered for me to be her keyholder.

"So I wanted to give her a choice," she continued. "One night, about a month ago, I dressed in my sexiest lingerie and I opened the padlock on her cage and just left it hanging. She could remove the padlock if she wanted, or shut it again herself. And then I told her that she was free to do whatever she wanted with me, all night long. She could take off my clothes, she could fuck me, she could ask me to wake her up in the morning by sucking her cock. Whatever. But then the next day she would have to leave. We'd sign her up for a government program and she would become a ward of the state. She'd get unlocked once a month, which is maybe better than what she gets with me, and she'd be in charge of all her own decisions. Or she could close the lock."

Abi paused for effect.

"Of course, you already know how it turned out. She stood there shaking, and then started crying, and then closed her own padlock. And I'm very proud of her."

"And what did you do?" Abi's mom asked.

"I gently pushed her to her knees and had her perform her duty as my permanent slave." Abi said this with all seriousness. "She was never more eager to please than in that moment."

"Abi, I thought you said funny or embarrassing, why you gotta get all serious on us!" Charlotte complained.

"Oh, I think that's very sweet," Willow said.

"I think men are happiest when they're serving," Abi's mother spoke. "Serving and horny. We really have found the best way to coexist with them. I think Quinny here is actually living her best life," and she patted him on the thigh again. "She certainly chose it. Men can't control themselves. They need us to regulate their orgasms for them. Your father barely ever gets to cum anymore, but he's so much happier now that I make all the decisions for him."

"Mom, I hope you don't mind me asking, but when <i>was</i> the last time you let Dad have an orgasm?" Grace asked.

"No of course I don't mind. Umm, a full orgasm? I'm not really sure. You could ask him. I think it was before Christmas, maybe two or three months ago. I used to keep track when the laws first came into effect, but now I just sort of go by vibes. I'd say he's getting desperate enough that he's about due."

Grace's eyes glinted with mischief, "Well, we all know that Quinn loves the taste of semen, and it got me thinking... if Dad is due for release, and Quinn will be gone for a few days at Willow's house soon, shouldn't we let Dad make a mess now when our little French maid is here to clean it up?"

Quinn shook in his bonds and whimpered in protest, but his drooping cock spasmed and seemed to take on new life.

"Oh Quinny's had a big day," Willow sighed, "I'm not sure if we should push her that far. I don't think it's what she would actually want for her birthday."

Abi's mother allowed a sly grin to spread across her face, "I suppose it doesn't really matter what boys wants though, does it?"

