TITLE    : My Roommate's Pet Pt. 02
STORYID  : my-roommates-pet-pt-02
SUMMARY  : Obedience never tasted so good.
AUTHOR   : TiltingatWindmills@lit
DATE     : 2025-01-13
CATEGORY : fetish-stories
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |cum eating|pet play|tease and denial|femdom|chastity|


I didn't see Amelia at all the next day, which was disappointing because she was the only thing I could think of.

I wanted to be close to her, to make her smile... to smell her.

I understand this was becoming a problem, but I rationalized it to myself.

I'd never felt this way before about a woman. I'd never done these things with a woman. If I was a little less productive and delayed my dream of owning my own company by a few months then so be it.

I still finished all my work. Or at least kept up on my emails. But when dinner time came and Amelia didn't return home I grew despondent. I actually sat on our couch with the window overlooking the road and watched for her.

And then I finally got a message on my phone.

"Be a good boy and send me your measurements," she wrote.

Oh my god, I thought to myself. She was actually going to buy me that cow costume.

I was both terrified and rapidly growing erect at the same time.

<i>27" length, 28" waist, medium for shirts</i> I wrote back. Then I waited a solid minute before pressing send so she didn't think I was desperate. Which I was.

"Not for clothes silly. Your penis," she immediately responded.

Reading the message, I felt a chill break out over me. My hands actually shook a little holding my phone.

She hadn't meant what she said last night about the chastity cage, had she?

Or maybe she was just curious after seeing my dick for the first time?

But it would be humiliating, sending her that number. It was one thing for her to see it, but to have a permanent record of me admitting its size...

Was she alone? I suddenly wondered.

Was she with Carli? Work was over. Maybe she was out drinking with her work friends or something. Would she immediately show a group of giggling girls whatever number I wrote down?

My underwear strained to contain the throbbing growth inside it as my mind raced through the possibilities.

I responded with a single character: "5". I gulped and hit send.

"Centimeters? Length?" she responded.

"Inches. Yes long".

"Okay. do you have a tailor's measuring tape?"

"No"

"I need you to go into my room and find mine. Top drawer of my dresser. Measure length and girth. Flaccid. And no exaggeration this time."

I could feel my pulse in my temples.

I walked down the hall and opened her room door.

It smelled like her. Like her perfume. I hadn't been inside since she moved in.

I tip-toed across her lavender area rug, feeling like a criminal as I did.

I opened her dresser and was assaulted by a rainbow of colors. For a girl who only wore white shirts at home, her underwear was impressively eclectic.

I held my breath as I took in a long row of bras, neatly stacked back to back, and I imagined how each of them had taken turns cupping Amelia's breasts.

At first I didn't recognize her panties because they were folded and put away into a subdivided organizer.

Girls fold their panties? Why?

I examined the patterns. Stripes, polka dots, frilled lace, one with little kitty cats. And the one that had spent an entire night in my mouth.

Fuck.

Finally I turned to the real reason I was there. In the corner she had an organizer filled with knick-knacks. A tiny section for hair ties, another for bobby pins, a larger one for sewing needles, and there was the measuring tape... sitting right next to the organizer full of sex toys.

There was a vibrator, a butt plug, a magic wand, and a see-through silicone dildo.

I spent a long time staring at that dildo.

A weaker man might have even picked it up. I can picture him, carefully memorizing its orientation so that he could put it back without anyone noticing. He might lift it to his face, and smell it - even lick it.

But it goes without saying that I am a stronger man than that.

I felt a buzzing in my pocket. It was Amelia.

"Did you get lost or something?"

"Nope, just one second. Almost done."

"If you're having trouble getting it down, use some ice. Just be quick" her words bubbled up on the screen.

Right. I had forgotten about my blazing hard on. Somehow staring at Amelia's sex toys hadn't cured me.

I grabbed the measuring tape and headed for the kitchen.

The ice worked faster than I thought and I was soon taking down my measurements.

I entered the numbers into my phone, took a deep breath, and hit send.

Anything for Amelia.

***

A few days passed with little to show for it.

I ended up going to work a lot that week and Amelia spent a couple of nights away. I like to think she was with Carli - for some reason I was less jealous of her spending time with a woman.

When I wasn't at work, I was thinking of her. Had she ordered a chastity cage for me? Would she go through with it? I was mortified of someone else taking control of me like that, but I knew if she was going to do it, she would have to touch me again, and somehow that seemed worth the price.

More than that I knew if she did become my keyholder, it would bring us closer together. She would be responsible for me even if it was only in a bizarre, kinky way.

And so I found myself tremendously disappointed when the next time I saw her she had brought Carli home with her.

I wanted time alone, and instead I would be sharing her.

The two were dressed to the nines. Amelia in particular was looking stunning. Her hair was in an up-do, and she was wearing a form-fitting white lace dress with long sleeves. It was one of the few times I got to take in her entire body and I had to work hard to ignore the curve of her hips and the swell of her breasts, which somehow always managed to surprise me in their size.

Amelia was gracious and invited me to join them in the living room. There was only the one couch, so, ever the gentleman, I volunteered to sit on the floor.

The conversation turned to tennis - Carli was actually a competitive player, and I asked her if she ever played against men.

"Only my brothers," she replied.

There was a recent match between a top-seeded woman and an amateur man who had a big online following. The man had won handily and I asked her about it.

"Oh yeah, I heard about that. Well men are stronger and faster, so it makes sense," she replied.

"Well not all men are stronger and faster," Amelia noted.

"No I guess there are exceptions," Carli agreed.

"Do you think you could beat Carli?" Amelia asked me.

"No, no, I don't play tennis," I quickly admitted.

"But you think you're stronger and faster than her?" Amelia asked.

It seems like my question had maybe hit a nerve.

I paused and sized up Carli. She was delicate. Strong calf muscles maybe, but shorter than me and quite a bit shorter than Amelia.

"Probably. I don't mean it in an insulting way, just that most men are stronger and I'm a man," I shrugged.

"Have you ever arm-wrestled a girl?" Amelia persisted.

"Well..." I was beginning to regret bringing this up, "Yes, and I lost, but it was an older cousin of mine, and I was still a teenager."

"Was it close?" Carli asked.

"Yeah, it felt like I was almost going to win at one point, but she held out longer than me."

"I wonder if she was toying with you," Amelia said suggestively.

My pride was a little wounded.

"I think it was just close. I was too young."

"How did it feel," Amelia asked, and I was convinced now that there was a shift in tone, "when you realized that she was going to hold your arm down and there was nothing you could do to stop her?" Amelia paused and bit her lip. "Did you like it?"

I felt a stirring in my groin.

I waited maybe too long to reply and then shook my head "no".

"Why don't we have a quick wrestle, right now?" Amelia asked, suddenly standing to her feet with a burst of energy.

Carli laughed and clapped her hands.

"No, no, I'm all grown up now," I insisted. "I don't fight with girls."

"Oh, be a good boy for me and play along. If you don't I'll... I'll take your pants off in front of Carli," and she bent over and playfully reached for my ankles.

I stood up to avoid her grasp.

"Come on Amelia," I took a few steps backwards as she approached me with that wry smile.

"Don't make me wrangle you pup," she said, exaggerating the southern drawl that I only ever heard when she spoke on the phone with her parents.

I smacked up against the wall as I took another step back and when I did, Amelia pounced forward and grabbed me by the wrists.

I twisted and and writhed and tried to escape but ultimately failed. I knew she had grown up on a farm, but I didn't expect her to be that strong.

"Okay, you won Amelia," I said trying to save face early.

"You're no fun," Amelia complained, "and I don't like how there's no way to know if you are really trying," she said as she took a step forward and pinned my hands above my head.

I could feel her breath on my cheek and she came in close enough that her breasts squished deliciously against me.

"Unless I do something you really don't like. Then if I still overpower you we'll know that you really are weaker than me."

My mouth was turning dry. I swallowed.

"Should I show Carli your pee-pee? Is it hard for me already?" she whispered into my ear.

I waited for a cold shiver to pass through my body, and then on a silent count of three suddenly yanked both my arms downwards. But she kept hold of my wrists and forced them back into place.

Then I tried instead to twist my whole body to the side, but she only pinned me to the wall with her knee.

"Fuck that feels good. Keep trying pet," she whispered hoarsely.

She slowly forced my two wrists together and with a fast movement, switched to holding both my arms with a single hand.

I was convinced then that I could break free and began pulling them apart.

But they didn't budge. I grimaced and pushed harder and looked into her eyes as she smiled and brought her free hand down to my waistband.

I struggled and squirmed but the only thing that gave her any difficulty was my own hard-on, working to hold up my sweatpants when the rest of me was unable to fight back.

"Please," I whispered.

Amelia's eyes rolled back when I said it, and after a momentary shiver she yanked my pants and underwear down in a single motion.

There I was, exposed and humiliated by the girl of my dreams.

Carli leaned to the side so she could see past Amelia at my half naked form.

And then she laughed.

"Is it supposed to be that small?" Carli asked.

"Oh, don't be mean," Amelia scolded her. "I think Wes has a very pretty penis. I'm glad he's finally getting to show it off. Now Carli, get the cage out of my purse."

Carli stood up with a grin.

Of the thousand ways I had fantasized about this going down, none had come close to resembling this.

"No Amelia, I'm not joking, you can't put that thing on me."

"It's okay Wes, every boy gets scared at the last second. I normally have to tie them up. But I promise, if you still don't like it after a week I'll let you take it off."

Carli came back into the room carrying a baby blue device and a set of keys still inserted in a tiny padlock.

I couldn't believe how small the cock cage looked.

"Okay Amelia, we need to get him soft for the cage to fit. Do you know how to do that?"

"You want me to touch him?"

"Yes. I've got to hold him here. Just take hold of his balls with one hand and he'll stop squirming."

I heard her words and decided that I wasn't going to just go limp as soon as Carli grabbed my sac, but when she took hold of me the grip was so firm that I very quickly capitulated.

In fact, there was only one part of my anatomy that didn't go instantly limp.

"Good now just pump him a few times with your hand," Amelia instructed.

"Gross, he's leaking," Carli whined.

"Take it as a complement, Carli, he thinks you're hot and can't wait to explode for you."

If Amelia was bi-sexual, Carli was definitely just a lesbian. She applied some lubricant to her hand, apparently it came with the chastity kit, and then made a little ring with her pointer finger and her thumb and gingerly looped it around my cock.

"Good, just hold it there and he'll do the work," Amelia looked at me as she spoke, daring me to disobey.

And to my everlasting shame, I began thrusting into Carli's fingers.

It felt so, so good.

The combined sensations of not being able to move, of feeling Amelia's warm soft body, while looking down at Carli's beautiful face and tiny fingers wrapped around my cock were unlike anything I had ever experienced.

I don't know how long I lasted, but I soon heard myself gasping and felt myself rise up on my toes, close to the edge.

I had no idea that my body would respond this way. For some reason, being held against my will was the most arousing experience of my life to date.

I tried to move my wrists, just a test, but Amelia knew it was half-hearted.

"Don't worry my pet, I won't let you go."

I moaned.

I'm sure Carli thought it was because of her touch, but Amelia knew what was going on.

"Are you going to be a good pet and cum for me?" she whispered into my ears

My nervous system was overloaded. I felt the warm pressure of Amelia's soft legs against my thighs, I saw the flush on her cheeks from the effort of holding me in place and when I heard her breathe those soft words of encouragement into my ears I thrust one final time.

Poor Carli was kneeling in front of me, having not given any thought to what would happen next.

And so when I came, my eyes locked on Amelia's inches away, Carli took the full force of my spray in her face.

She screamed and tightened her grip on my balls, as if to stop the flow, but I only pumped all the more.

Amelia didn't break eye contact with me, even as her friend's face was being painted with my cum, she only wanted to watch my reaction.

When I finished she finally looked at Carli, who had stood up and was facing her now.

"Are you gonna stand there like an idiot or are you gonna clean this off me?" Carli asked Amelia, as a gob of semen dripped from her chin to her blouse.

"I need to keep holding him. Put the cage on and then I'll clean you up after."

Farm girls were the practical type.

Carli pouted, which even in my state of weakened arousal I found super sexy.

I was too tired now to put up much of a fight. Carli slipped a steel ring over my balls and then pushed my dick through after. I wasn't fully soft yet, but I was soft enough for Carli to begin jamming my head and shaft into the tube of the cage.

It was so, so tiny.

I couldn't bear the humiliation of Carli manipulating my softening member into the cage and so closed my eyes until she finished.

I opened when I heard the click of the lock. I expected this to be a more impactful moment, but I was too dazed to take it all in.

Carli once again was standing in front of Amelia, looking disgusted and ready to be cleaned off. My cum coated her face - her forehead, cheeks, nose and chin.

Amelia finally released my wrists, but I wasn't sure if I had her permission to move and so I remained with my hands high over my head.

"I know this isn't what you want to hear, but you look really sexy right now," Amelia said to Carli, and then surprised both of us by leaning in and taking a long deliberate lick of Carli's face.

She did this again, and again, gathering my cum up into her mouth, going so far as to slurp it up off Carli's forehead.

Then she made a show of playing with it, letting it dribble out of her mouth and onto her chin before scooping it up on her fingers and sucking them clean one by one.

Finally, without warning, she turned to me and kissed me full on the lips.

My knees went weak beneath me and I almost slid to the floor the moment she did it.

Her lips were soft and full and I felt her slip her fingers through the hair on the back of my head.

It wasn't until she pushed her tongue into my mouth and I tasted the salty pool of cum that she was forcing on me that I realized what was going on.

I took it in - what choice did I have - and swallowed as quickly as I could.

When Amelia withdrew from me I could still feel and taste her chapstick. I wanted it to stay on my lips forever.

"See, when you're first training a pet you have to give them lots of rewards," Amelia said to Carli. "But in a few weeks our little puppy here will be begging to clean up his own mess, no kisses required."

Then she winked at me.

Amelia and Carli left to take a shower together and I returned to my room to bask in the afterglow of kissing the girl I adored.

I was so caught up in that moment with her that I lay in bed for ten or twenty minutes before even considering the strange tightness in my groin.

I was wearing a tiny, baby blue cock cage.

I heard Carli and Amelia moaning in the shower, and watched almost indifferently as my cock began expanding to fill the tiny air gaps in the device. I touched myself there and was disappointed by how little feeling it generated.

But I now felt surprisingly calm. I had actually considered using a chastity device on myself once but decided it was better to maintain the internal self-control rather than outsource it to some timed combination safe in my house.

I had been chaste for months on end, so surely this wouldn't be that hard. And if it meant the occasional kiss from Amelia, then it would all be worth it.

That night, before bed Amelia knocked on my door, wearing only a bathrobe.

"How are you feeling?" she asked.

"Fine," I replied, honestly.

"I hope you're not embarrassed," she said.

Suddenly I needed to go over all the reasons I should feel embarrassed. Being overpowered by my female roommate, having her show off my below average package to her roommate...

"No, like I said, I'm fine."

"Oh good. I just thought, well, some men make a big deal about their stamina, and you came really quickly. Carli's never even given a handjob before and... well I guess some guys would feel humiliated."

She paused, and I didn't know what to say. All I knew was that having Amelia add this new source of inadequacy was causing an almost painful tightening inside my cage.

"I can see you're blushing," she went on and I suddenly noticed the burning in my cheeks, "but I want you to know that I don't mind," she added.

"Oh?" I asked, unable to come up with anything better.

"No, I ummm, well now this is embarrassing for me... I kind of like when boys are premature ejaculators. It's sort of endearing. And flattering. Sometimes I actually train guys to cum faster. I like watching them lose control of themselves because of me."

Suddenly I was grateful that my chastity cage was concealing how much that turned me on.

"Well, I should get back to Carli. She seems like she still needs some more attention if you catch my drift. Goodnight pet," and she leaned in and kissed me on the cheek.

It was just a peck, but that was more than enough to make me swoon.

I closed the door and went to bed, and spent my night dreaming of Amelia.

***

As the days passed I realized there is a big difference between being chaste because you're ignoring sex and being chaste because your hot roommate has put you in a chastity device.

My level of arousal was well past any previous ceiling, over the attic, looking down on the shrinking neighborhood below. I was thinking about sex all the time, but had no means of relieving myself.

While the cage replaced the need for any willpower, it was also a constant reminder of Amelia's power. And thinking of her made me desperately horny.

Amelia turned out to be surprisingly fastidious about my cage. She took me into the shower almost every day, and while she was fully clothed, would have me strip down in front of her, place my hands behind my back and then finally unlock me.

As my member swelled in front of her, she would sponge me off and then immediately ice me back down before putting me in the cage.
<hr pg="2" />The result of these sessions was a sort of bonding between us.

I relied on her to keep me healthy, and she felt a responsibility for my well being much as someone might for... well for their pet.

I wonder if she enjoyed having someone dependent on her. She seemed to.

About a week into my captivity Amelia was undoing my cage like normal when she began telling me a story out of the blue.

"So when I was a teenager my siblings and I started slacking off on milking days."

"Go on," I said, happy for her to have the thought of milking in her mind.

"Well my father decided to start timing us. He said if we didn't finish on time we would be punished, and he brought out a stopwatch."

At this moment Amelia reached into a bathroom drawer and pulled out her own stopwatch.

"And at the threat of losing some personal freedoms we of course improved quickly. But when Dad offered to give first choice of driving the car on Friday to the fastest milker, then we really stepped up our game."

She unlocked the device but held the parts in place against the force of my trapped but swollen manhood.

"I want you to try and cum for me. Quickly. I'm going to give you thirty seconds. And if you can't finish in that time, then it's back in the cage for you."

My heart was pounding as I watched her set the timer.

"On your knees" she instructed.

I got down on the bath mat as instructed.

"You can use my leg if you like, but no touching with your own hands. It's a bad habit I'd like to break."

I nodded.

Finally she took off the cage and pressed the starter on her stopwatch.

My cock sprang to life, but not nearly fast enough for my liking. It was so embarrassingly small after its time compressed in the cage, and I couldn't bring myself to just hump Amelia's leg with a limp cock.

"Halfway done," she giggled.

I guess I didn't have a choice. I awkwardly leaned forward and stroked my cock on her outstretched leg, trying to gain what friction I could from her calf.

"You better hurry..." she smiled watching the seconds count down.

I thrust my hips with more urgency, almost losing balance as I did. But just as I felt the build up of my impending orgasm the timer went off.

"Oh," Amelia pouted. "Looks like it's time for Mr Peepee to go back in his home."

"Please, Amelia, I'm almost there..."

"No speaking my pet," she scolded me. "Now go fetch me the ice. You can bring it back with your mouth like a good boy."

And so I did.

And Amelia continued to train me like this. I quickly learned to swallow my pride and began humping her leg the second I was free. It was possible to get some sensation slapping my partially flaccid cock against her leg which accelerated the process and I found a way of pressing my balls against her ankle while my shaft rubbed against her calf that maximized the pleasure I could get from her.

On our seventh session I managed to cum.

She praised me and patted my head and fed me my treat and then announced that the timer would now be set to 25 seconds.

That night she snuck into my room while I was already in my bed and drifting off into sleep.

"Wesley," she said, leaning low and letting me sneak a glance of her cleavage through the neck hole of her baggy white t-shirt, "I'm very happy with your progress. If we keep working hard, soon you'll be able to cum without needing an erection at all."

Then she kissed me on the forehead and crept out of the room.

***

I later came to realize that Amelia always let me be for a few days after an orgasm. She would often not return home the next night, perhaps knowing that I would be less eager to please than normal.

But after a few days of not seeing her, my desire peaked and she would begin spending more time with me.

About a week after that night, when I was again bubbling up with sexual frustration, she had Carli over.

I didn't realize they were home until after I got out of the shower.

I used to clean up right after a workout, but with my cage I needed to come home and wash up with a bit more privacy.

I walked toward my room in only a towel - the girls were both on the couch, giggling like always.

"Come join us little pet," Amelia pointed at the floor by her feet.

I got goosebumps remembering the last time I had sat with them in the living room.

Carli must have sensed my hesitation, "Come on, we won't hurt you or anything."

I took a few steps in their direction and then sat crossed legged on the floor with the towel precariously covering me.

"Closer," Amelia said, pointing at the ground directly next to her feet.

The hairs on my neck stood on end, but I inched closer anyway.

Amelia reached down and patted my head, "good boy."

"So Amelia and I were just having a disagreement we wanted you to settle," Carli began as she leaned in closer to cuddle with her girlfriend. "Amelia said it's perfectly normal to have sex in front of a pet. They're dumb animals they don't know better etcetera. I think it's a little weird. Have you ever done it?"

I always felt like I was walking in a mine field when Carli was around.

My mind was racing. It felt like nothing ever worked to my advantage, but if they were actually talking about what I thought they were talking about... well I didn't want to turn down that opportunity.

"No," I answered cautiously, grateful to not reveal anything further about my personal history. "But I think it's fine... for a pet to watch."

"You are my pet after all, aren't you Wesley?" Amelia asked.

I nodded.

"So I guess the same would sort of apply to you. But then, you're not <i>really</i> my pet. Like you have no collar. And you speak in English. So it would be weird for you to watch if Carli and I started making love on the couch right now."

She reached down and stroked my hair while she spoke.

"I guess, I guess I c-c-could," I stammered as my eyes darted back and forth between the two beautiful women sitting above me. "I guess, someone who was role playing like a pet... could wear a collar and just keep quiet."

"Would you wear a collar for me, my pet, if it meant you got to stay in the room while Carli and I had sex?"

I nodded.

"Why don't you go to my room then. Bring back the box on my bed."

With my pulse pounding in my ears I went to her room and returned with an unopened box.

I handed it to Amelia and waited for her to tell me what to do.

She opened the box and pulled out a baby blue dog collar. She gestured for me to lean forward and then clasped it around my neck.

"Now you need to promise me, whenever you're wearing this collar, you will not speak. You will not use your hands. You are a dog, not a person."

I nodded.

"You can nod, or whine, or pant, or bark but you cannot say a word or your little pee pee will stay in its cage all week long. Understood?

I nodded.

"Bark once for yes," Carli said.

I barked.

"Good boy," she laughed.

"Okay, now I'm just going to take this off," Amelia reached for my towel but I quickly went to hold it in place.

To my surprise she slapped my hand hard enough for it to sting.

"Bad dog. Doggies do not wear towels. Now do as I say and hold your hands at your chest like you're a good puppy standing in the air."

This time I let her pull down the towel, feeling the blush bloom on my cheeks as Amelia revealed my nakedness to Carli.

"And now, time for your leash."

Amelia pulled a matching blue leash from the box. I expected her to fasten the slender lead onto my collar, but with a grin she instead clasped it shut on the lock of my chastity cage. She gave it a playful pull, just enough to tug my trapped cock and exposed balls away from my body.

"Good boy," she said with satisfaction. "Now come kneel at my feet."

I knelt, keeping my hands limp at my chest like I was doing some childish T-rex impersonation. I wanted to badly to salvage my dignity, to tell them I was done with this. But the only thing I wanted more than that was to see Amelia without her clothes.

"Now just stay there and be very quiet." Amelia turned back to Carli. "Should we continue?"

"Hmm yes." Carli leaned in and they began kissing.

I watched Amelia's hand softly caress Carli's shoulder, rubbing her arms and then moving back to her blouse. Ever so slowly she unclasped the top button. I saw the top of Carli's black bra. Then Amelia opened another button and purposely parted the blouse so I had a better view of Carli's cleavage.

Carli's eyes followed mine, "This must be hard for him. I can see his little thing trying to expand in there," she said to Amelia. "I'm wondering if this isn't a little cruel."

"I'm pretty sure he likes it," Amelia was hungrily kissing Carli's neck while she spoke.

"But he must be so jealous that I get to touch you like this," and she groped Amelia's breasts through her shirt, "while all he ever gets to do is watch."

"Hmm that feels good," Amelia responded.

I started shaking from a mixture of excitement and actually being quite cold without any clothing. The steel clasp on the lead clinked quietly against the lock on my cage.

"Look he's shaking," Carli said as the noise alerted her.

"Or poor thing." Amelia finally stopped. "Why don't you come curl up at our feet to stay warm."

"Yeah, you can listen fine from down there," Carli agreed.

I realized what they were doing and whined gently.

"No complaining my pet, it's for your own good." Amelia insisted. "Besides I told you that you could stay in the room, not that you could watch."

I tried to remember her wording but since I wasn't allowed to speak it made no difference. Admitting defeat I got down on all fours and slid closer, wrapping myself around Amelia's legs, and risking a quick lick of her calf as I did.

"Such a naughty boy," she laughed, but seemed pleased by me playing along.

And so I stayed there, clinging to Amelia's leg for warmth, and listening to the girls as they continued to kiss and undress above me. At one point I felt a blouse casually fall across my back, and recognized it as Carli's, before it was joined by Amelia's a minute or so later.

In all honesty I was grateful for the warmth of their clothing and soon my shaking calmed.

I heard sucking noises and imagined them licking each other's breasts, but it was hard to know exactly what they were doing. Then Amelia started moaning and I heard wet sounds that could only be Carli's fingers entering her. This went on for a few minutes before Amelia whispered something I couldn't make out.

Then she spoke.

"Pet, I want you to go get my clear silicone dildo. I know you know the one I'm talking about. Go get it. You can stay on all fours until you get to the dresser. Then bring it back in your mouth."

As quickly as I could go on hands and knees, I left the living room and went to Amelia's dresser. It felt like breaking a rule to stand up on my legs. When I opened the dresser I quickly spotted the toy in the same place I had seen it before.

It was long, and thick and realistic. Transparent veins ran the length of the shaft, and it even had balls and a suction cup. I felt like I wasn't supposed to touch it with my hands. I leaned into her dresser drawer and picked it up in my mouth about halfway down the shaft, reasoning that this would look the most like a dog holding a bone.

I returned to the floor and headed back for Amelia, having to slow down somewhat as I felt the hardness of the floor on my untrained knees.

When I rounded the corner I slowed down even more to take in the sight of the girls on the couch.

They were both still wearing bras and a skirt, and although I was disappointed to not see more - what I saw was already more than enough.

My cock strained painfully in its cage, pulling my balls away from my body mercilessly.

I assumed the t-rex position in front of them, and Carli took the dildo out of my mouth, careful to handle it away from the wet area where my mouth had been.

"Don't worry about cleaning it off, I don't mind," Amelia said. "I just need you to fuck me with it."

"Okay pet, back to your spot," Carli pointed.

"No, I want him to watch this part," Amelia put a hand on Carli and gave her a version of my puppy dog eyes. "Please."

Carli looked put out. "Fine, but I might torture both of you a bit."

"Hmm, yes, I've been bad haven't I Mommy?"

It amazed me once again how submissive Amelia was with everyone but me.

"Yes you have. Now get on your back and spread your legs for me like a good little slut."

And so Amelia leaned back on the couch. Her skirt still obscured some of my view, but I saw her beautiful thighs, and the quivering of her breast as they settled into place under her bra.

I watched as Carli maneuvered the toy into place, and I tried to imagine what it looked like at the entrance of Amelia's pussy.

"Are you ready for it?" Carli asked.

"Yes please Mommy."

"Are you going to be a good girl for me now?"

"Yes Mommy, I'll be so good for you."

"So when I'm done with you, you're going to go down on me, and you'll stay there until I'm satisfied."

"Yes Mommy, I'll do whatever you want. Just please stick your big cock inside of me."

I felt like I might faint.

"Here you go baby."

Watching Carli's hands, I was amazed at how slowly she went in. Amelia's mouth opened wide and she groaned deeply.

"Fuccckkk."

"You like that?"

Amelia just nodded.

"I bet he's wishing it was his cock going into you. Don't you think? Your pet?"

Amelia nodded.

"I bet he wishes so badly that he could reach out and squeeze your tits," Carli began acting out her dialogue. "I bet he'd do anything to slip his fingers under your bra and tweak your nipple. He probably hasn't ever seen them, has he?"

Amelia nodded 'no' and grimaced in pleasure as Carli pinched her nipples roughly.

"And he's definitely never touched your clit."

Carli moved her free hand under Amelia's skirt but I could tell that she was only teasing, still a few inches away from where Amelia wanted her to be.

"Should I touch you there?"

Carli was building up to a faster rhythm with the dildo. Every time she pulled it out, I could see the balls and the base of the shaft, wet with Amelia's arousal.

"Yes please."

"Hmm, you have a hard time cumming without a real cock, don't you? It would be so mean if I just kept plunging this tool into you but refused to touch your aching clit."

"No please, Mommy, please touch me."

"My fingers are so close. Let me just pull your skin taught. Do you feel that cold air on your clit. I could just touch it so easily."

Amelia squirmed on the couch and I watched her breasts jostle around in her bra.

I was shaking again, but the girls probably didn't even hear the clicking of my lock and leash, so loud was the wet sound of that silicone cock plunging in and out of Amelia's desperate hole.

"Please, Mommy," Amelia continued, "I already told you I'd do whatever you want. Please just play with my pussy," Amelia begged, her eyes locked on Carli's.

"Hmm, okay my sweet. All I want from you is to talk to your pet."

"Yes, I can order him around. He'll do whatever I say."

"No, I don't want that." Carli paused for effect. "I want you to be honest with him."

My stomach turned again as I tried to guess where Carli was going.

"I think he really likes you. I think he may even be in love. And he definitely wants to fuck you. I just want you to tell him the truth."

Carli never even bothered looking at me when she spoke.

"What should I tell him?"

"Tell him that you'll never go out with him. Look at him while you say it."

I could hear the malice in Carli's voice. She was actually jealous. And this was her way of quelling that jealousy.

Amelia turned her beautiful face towards me. Her cheeks were bright red and I could see perspiration on her temples.

She looked me in the eye.

"I'm sorry pet. I'm never going to go out with you."

I felt that dropping sensation in my gut. Like the pull of gravity on a rollercoaster.

I had never even realized that I had built up this hope until it had suddenly been demolished.

"Good. Now tell him that he needs to know his place. Tell him that you'll never fuck him" Carli continued. "It's for his own good."

"You're just my pet, Wesley. I'm never going to fuck you."

Carli must have rewarded Amelia by grazing her clit with her finger, because Amelia's whole body shook when she finished speaking.

"And tell him why. Tell him why and then I'll let you cum."

Amelia swallowed and breathed deeply a few times in between thrusts of the dildo. "I can't fuck you because... because you're too small."

Amelia's face was a blend of sadness and desperation as she spoke.

"Keep going," Carli ordered.

"You cock is too small. It's just so tiny. That's why I put it in a cage where it belongs. It doesn't deserve my pussy."

"Good girl," Carli finally relented.

I could just make out the slippery sound of Carli's fingers manipulating Amelia's body.

Amelia writhed on the couch, grabbing her own breasts as first one and then a second orgasm quaked through her.

Of course I should have got up and left, but I was nowhere near that level of willpower. Instead I was simply trying to fight the urge to thrust my cock helplessly in the air.

As Amelia came again and again, her eyes closed to the world and oblivious to all things but the sensations flowing through her, Carli watched me with a grin.

When Amelia finally settled, Carli pulled the toy out of her, setting it down on the couch. Then she went to lie next to Amelia, and as the two adjusted to cuddle on the bed, the dildo fell off to the floor next to me.

For the next two minutes they whispered to one another, kissing gently and completely ignoring my presence.

And while they did, I stared at the dildo on the ground, glistening with Amelia's juices.

I knew what a dog would do.

And right now I was nothing more than an animal in heat. Hornier than I had ever been in my life, but with no chance of finding satisfaction.

And so I bent low to the ground, and darted my tongue out to taste the tip.

I don't know what I was expecting.

I read a dirty story once where the author described pussy juice as a sweet nectar. But I didn't think it tasted sweet.

To me it tasted forbidden.

It was the sweaty palms of peaking into a girl's locker room, and the shiver of sneaking into your teenage sister's closet to try on her panties. It was the taste of a broken taboo.

Her white cream had the consistency of mucus, but I felt all the more desperate to swallow it because it was degrading, and I wanted to be degraded.

As I went for a second lick I felt a tap on my shoulder and I realized how quiet the room had become.

It was Carli. Both girls were staring at me.

"What a naughty boy, licking my dildo without permission" Amelia scolded.

"Such a bad boy," Carli echoed and reached down to take the toy out of my reach.

"Do you still want to lick it?" she asked with disdain.

I nodded guiltily.

"Get back on your knees then and beg. No speaking," she added.

I returned to my knees and whined piteously.

"Good boy. Hands up at your chest. Good. Now stick out your tongue."

I held out my tongue and Carli dangled the transparent cock in front of me but out of reach. I rose up to try and lick it and she pulled it away.

"Promise me you'll lick this cock clean," she said.

I nodded.

"Open your mouth wider and don't move," she instructed.

I did as she asked and watched as she dangled the dildo directly over my tongue. Then she pulled it to the side and wiped it slowly across my face, drawing it closer to my mouth. Finally she made a full circle around my lips, and I could taste Amelia again.

"Fuck he's so swollen inside his little cage," Amelia pointed out. "Is this your first time tasting pussy my pet?" she asked.
<hr pg="3" />I nodded and Carli giggled at the admission.

"I thought so" Amelia smiled. "You've never been with a girl at all, have you?"

I nodded again.

"Do you realize how humiliating it is that a man your age is being fed his first taste of pussy by a girl with a used sex toy."

I moaned as I licked the underside of the shaft.

"You like the taste, don't you?" Amelia asked. "That's a good quality for a pet like you."

Carli smiled. "Now finish cleaning it off."

She held the dildo as I licked it. The tip, the shaft, the sides - greedily searching for more of Amelia's taste. When all but the base was clean she pushed it into my mouth and deep into the back of my throat.

"Suck it," she whispered.

Clumsily I fellated the toy while they watched. I could feel the blush on my cheeks, but the humiliation was not nearly as strong as my need to taste more.

"It's clean," Carli sounded disappointed. "Should we give him more?"

Carli passed the dildo back to Amelia who slipped it under her skirt.

I watched in a trance as Amelia mouth was drawn into an "O" when she plunged the toy inside her hidden place.

I could hear it. I wanted to taste it again.

When it came back out I could tell that Amelia had intentionally tried to cover the toy in as much of her fluid as possible.

She leaned forward and smacked the toy on the ground with the suction cup down so that it stood erect on its own.

"This time don't be such a greedy boy. Lick it slowly. I want to see you savor it."

She leaned back and slipped her hand under her skirt.

Fuck, was I going to get to watch her masturbate?

"Don't look at her," Carli said, reading my mind. "Keep your eyes on that cock. I want you thinking about how deep it has been inside of her. Deeper than you could ever be in any woman."

That's exactly what I thought about.

I sucked on the tip, imagining how it had kissed Amelia's cervix. I cleaned the balls, knowing how they had just tapped her outer lips.

And while I did, I thought about my own cock, smaller than ever, locked away in a tiny prison. I did what I had promised myself I would not do and began humping the air. It didn't feel very good - I had tried it before in my room - but the swinging of my balls brought me just enough pleasure to justify continuing. The leash swayed with each hollow thrust, adding humiliation to an already pathetic scene.

But I heard Amelia moan louder when she saw me do it and somehow my animal brain registered this fact with pride. I wanted to be part of the reason she came, even if it was because she was simply turned on by how much power she had over me.

I whimpered in between licks of the dildo and I heard her whisper, "Fuck yes."

I whimpered more. I didn't even need to fake it. That was how I felt in that moment.

Like a whimper.

When she came for the third time I had the cock halfway down my throat, but I could not stop myself from glancing up.

Amelia was gorgeous. A goddess in the throes of orgasm.

She was on the edge of the couch, one hand under her skirt and the other clutching Carli's breast. Carli was sitting next to her, whispering in her ear.

Amelia's eyelids were fluttering, but for a second she locked eyes with mine.

I almost thought I was going to cum. I was that close to the edge. But instead I just throbbed helplessly, and wished that I had.

I returned to licking the dildo, hoping that Carli hadn't noticed me disobeying.

When Amelia settled down she ordered me to my room for the night and locked the door.

With the taste of her pussy in my mouth, and only the agony of my impossibly tight cage to keep me company, I listened to them shift to the bedroom and continue their lovemaking there.

I awoke a few hours later, not even realizing I had slept.

Amelia had unlocked the door and came to sit next to me on the bed.

"Let me take this off for you," she said, removing the leash from my cage. "I'll leave this one on until morning though, I kind of like it," she said as she straightened the collar on my neck.

I went to speak, and then remembered the rule and whimpered instead.

"I know you're upset," Amelia responded to my whine. "I wish I could tell you I was just playing, but what I said tonight was the truth," she paused to run her fingers through my hair. "Your cock really is too small for me to ever fuck you. There wouldn't be a point. But that doesn't mean I don't like playing with it, or taking care of it. I still like you as my pet. And I wanted to thank you for tonight. I haven't cum that hard in a long time. And that was because of you."

I felt a warm glow grow inside me.

"And I hope that you want to continue being my pet. Because I want you to give me many more orgasms. Does that sound good?"

I nodded.

"Good. But if we're going to keep going then I also need you to follow my rules. Carli told you not to look at me while you sucked that cock, and I caught you watching me orgasm. You need to learn to obey. So I'm going to punish you by keeping you in your cage all week long."

My cage seemed to shrink around me as she said it.

I whined and squirmed in the bed.

"I know you don't want to hear it," she reached down and grabbed me firmly by my balls, stopping my squirming in an instant. "But I can tell you're turned on by being denied. You like the fact that I own your cock. And that means I decide when you get hard and when you stay soft. And this week, your precious little pee pee is staying very, very soft."

She stood and moved to the doorway.

"Now get some sleep and dream about the day I finally let you lick my pussy."

Then she shut the door behind her and I heard the lock click from the other side.

