An Experienced Pro-Domme's Dungeon

Bridget and Ava walk you out to the garage. Bridget opens the freezer and pulls out an ice pack. "Here," she says, handing it to you. "You're no good to us if your balls pop before the party." She then opens the trunk of her car and takes out a floral sun dress and gives it to Ava, who puts it on. You notice that it does almost nothing to hide the blonde's insane curves. "Get in," Bridget tells you, motioning to the trunk.

"I am not riding in your trunk," you protest.

"Oh, really?" Ava says. She then sticks her hand down your pants and kisses your nose. "I've always wondered what ripping a cock off would feel like. If you don't get in there, I think I'll find out. Are you going to cooperate now?" You nod nervously. "Good." She pull her hand out of your pants and shoves your face into her cleavege for a brief moment.

You all get into Bridget's car and drive for what seems like a half-hour. You decide that the ice pack belongs in your pants sooner rather than later. When the trunk opens, you find yourself in a garage with room for three cars. One spot has a fancy, sports car that you don't recognize. The other has boxes marked "gelding tools." At this point, you start making peace with your approaching emasculation.

"Clothes off," Bridget tells you. You obey, not wanting anymore punishment. She puts a collar tightly around your package and leads you into the house attached to the garage on a leash. It looks like a normal, although fancy, house until you reach the door to the basement. Behind the door, you find a dungeon stocked with every femdom torture tool you can think of. In the middle, a redheaded cougar dressed in black leather seems to be blowing a gagged college-aged man.

Bridget wolf whistles at her and she looks up. She has to most beautiful blue eyes you have ever seen. She gets up to kiss Ava and Bridget on the lips and you see that the man she seemed to be blowing was wearing a chastity cage and a strapon. "How are you, my darlings?" the dominatrix asks. You notice she has a thick, French accent.

"We're fine. How are you, Temptress Raven?" Bridget responds.

"I've been having a great time teasing this slave." She looks back and snaps at her slave, who goes over to a cage in the corner and locks himself in. "This must be Bitch-Boy," she says, stroking your penis. You almost immediately grow to full size. "I like him. Not many men can have such swollen balls and have even a semi hard cock."

"We have a favor to ask you. Could you train him for a party tomorrow?" Ava asks.

"Well of course, sweetie," Raven says. "Just come back tomorrow moring and he'll be as ready as he can be."