Fitted For Your New Life

They add a second zip-tie to your upper arms, and another just above your knees, forcing you to hobble.

“What do you think?” Lilith steps back, and you can’t help but smile. “Panties in the mouth?”

“This isn’t an art project,” said Siren, before drawing a short knife. You’re scared for a moment, but then relieved when she starts cutting away your clothes. Your shirt goes first, revealing your six pack thatn Lilith and Seraphina playfully poke. Then your pants. Then, of course, your underwear, revealing your sizeable, throbbing erection.

Then, without warning, Golden Siren boots you in the balls. Pain and nausea shoot through you, and because you’re bound, you fall to the concrete floor painfully. Had you made a mistake? Were they about to beat you to ****?

“Hey, he–” Seraphina actually protests.

“I’ve waited forever to do that,” Golden Siren cuts her off. “To Lyle, and Night Cat.”

She plants her boot on your chest, the heel digging in painfully. “But you’re my property now. So you’ll thank your mistress for every bit of discipline, won’t you?”

You pause for a moment, before answering, still in pain.

“Yes, mistress. Thank you, mistress. I was a naughty pet.”

All three women smile.

“Good. And good pets get rewards. Now let’s get him up to the bedroom. There’s something else Lyle and I have been waiting forever for.”

Seraphina picks you up and throws you over her shoulder. You feel flattered at Golden Siren revealing she’d wanted to fuck you even as your step mother. You fantasize about her sneaking into your bedroom and binding you this way, turning you into a sex pet behind your father’s back. That you’re having these perverted fantasies, you take as a good sign of progress toward being the ideal sex ****.

They carry you out of the basement. Lilith plants a hard, loud smack on your bare ass just as the pain from the groin kick fades.

“Careful now,” Seraphian chides. “Wouldn’t want to damage our new toy before he’s been properly broken in.”

They carry you up the basement stairs then up through the mansion until you come to a large, well-furnished, but still dark bedroom. You hope they’ll throw you onto the four canopy and have a foursome, but instead, Golden Siren orders you be sat down on the edge of it.

“Now, if you’re going to be a ****, you have to look the part.”

Lilith opens up a wardrobe, and you see inside an assortment of strange clothes.

“I gotta-” you try to reply, but a finger taps your lips.

“Shh,” Seraphina hums, voice almost maternal. “No more talking unless spoken to. You surrendered your voice along with your power.”

“My clients like to have their slaves wear lingerie,” Golden Siren explaints, taking a few items out of the wardrobe; a black speedo with a tail attached, a collar with a bell, and cat ears headband. “This’ll be your version of that.”

You examine the outfit, unsure what to think of it. You’d be dressed like a stripper version of youself. All the time? Wouldn’t be the most comfortable piece, but maybe it’d entice your new mistresses to fuck you morer often. Maybe that’s how you’d keep warm.

“Come on,” Lilith says, taking another outfit out. “He’s out pet, not a stripper.”

Lilith holds up a an ensemble set to make you their white sex-kitten. Cat ears and a thong, but also elbow-length gloves and knee ending in pawed mittens, a thong, and knee-high socks. But all covered in long, white fur. Felicia from Darkstalkers comes to mind.

“He’s my ****,” Siren says. “And I say…”

But she trails off, and looks between you and the different outfits. You aren’t sure which you’d got with if you had the choice.

“Fine,” Siren says, dropping the outfit she chose. “We’ve got the rest of his life to try everything. Seraphina, cut him free, and cut his throat if he tries anything. Lyle, get dressed.”

Your binds get cut and you go to a full length mirror, careful to avoid sudden movement, mindful of Siren’s orders. You look at yourself in the mirror and give a slight smile, then start dressing once Lilith throws the costume at your feet.

First, the cat ears. With them on, the face looking back at you wasn’t a superhero or even a boy. Just a slut. Which suited you just fine. Then the thong and the socks, which you try to make somewhat sensual. The insides of the material are like any fuzzy, thick clothing. Comfy, and warm. How considerate of your new owners.

And how lucky that users of magical amulets like yours tended to loose body hair. Six months, and the hair on your scalp grew maybe an inch. Eyebrows grew slowly, but everywhere else was smoother than before puberty, so the fur felt like a gentle touch across your skin.

Then the gloves. Same material and design as the socks. But they go up to yoru elbows, and end in thick, large mittens that smother your fingers, rendering your hands all but useless. You turn back around and smile, and itch to run yoru mittened hands over any of these goddesses' smooth bodies. But then Golden Siren steps forward, carrying a black collar with a large bell.

“And the finishing touch…”

You tild your head off as she secures the collar on your throat. It’s a bit stiffer than you'd prefer, but she considerately only tightens it snugly, and you hear the bell’s soft jingle that will now accompany your every movement, and you feel like you’ve finally found your hero theme music.

Siren steps back while Lilith takes pictures of you with her phone. The thought of what your surrender will mean for the city or your loved ones crosses your mind, but you try to push it out, and hope that your new mistresses will help you forget with a good fucking, soon.

“There. Now you’re really super, Lyle. Now, I still like to watch,” she turns to her hench girls, whose eyes both light up. “Which of you wants to fuck him first?