New rule

John leaned back on the couch, slowly stroking his still-hard cock as he watched. Mia gripped Kyle’s hair tightly and pulled his head away from her pussy. Kyle’s chin, lips, and nose were coated in Mia’s juices and John’s cum; his pastel pink hair was plastered with sweat, his makeup completely ruined and streaked. His eyes were red, but in his gaze there was a strange surrender and a sick kind of pleasure.

Mia spat lightly on Kyle’s face — a mocking, teasing spit.

“Open your mouth, sissy. Clean yourself.”

Kyle immediately opened wide, tongue out. Mia slid her fingers into her own pussy, gathered John’s cum, and smeared it across Kyle’s tongue. Kyle licked, sucked, moaned. His tiny cock throbbed painfully inside the chastity cage; the metal ring dug into his groin, but release was impossible.

John spoke, voice calm but commanding:

“Mia. Tell Kyle the new rules. This is how things work in the house now.”

Mia smiled — that smile both loving and cruel. She dragged Kyle up by the hair, then **** him back to his knees. She sat beside John, crossing her legs, her full hips spilling over the edge of the couch. Her hand drifted unconsciously to her breast, pinching the nipple.

“Listen to me, little whore,” Mia said, her voice sweet but venomous. “Your name isn’t Kyle anymore. In this house, we call you ‘Sissy.’ You can only use your real name outside, in front of other people — and only with permission. Understood?”

Kyle nodded, voice trembling:

“Yes… Mistress…”

“Good. Now the rules:

1. You will always be feminine at home. Lace, stockings, babydolls, makeup — all mandatory. You prepare yourself the moment you wake up. I will inspect you.
2. That pathetic little cock stays locked forever. The keys are with me and Master. Your only chance at orgasm is with my or Master’s permission — and that permission will be rare.
3. When I’m fucking Master or being fucked by him, you watch. No touching yourself. You just watch and whimper. Sometimes you’ll clean — with your tongue. Sometimes… we’ll get more creative.
4. All the housework is yours. Cleaning, cooking, laundry — everything. While we enjoy ourselves, you work.
5. You’re allowed to feel jealous, to cry, to beg. We actually like it. But you will never refuse. Never.”

Tears streamed from Kyle’s eyes. Yet at the same time his hips twitched, his tiny cock pulsing painfully with desire inside the cage.

“Thank you… Mistress… Master…” he whispered.

John stood up. He lightly slapped his cock against Mia’s cheek — a wet smack.

“Mia. Get him ready now. Tonight is our first proper ‘cuck session.’ But first… let’s humiliate him a little more.”

Mia’s eyes sparkled. She grabbed Kyle by the arm and dragged him to the bedroom. John

In the bedroom, Mia pulled a box from the closet — as if it had always been there. Inside: an extra-decorated pink lacy chastity cage (to go over the one already locked on), an anal plug, a pink collar and leash.

“Strip,” Mia ordered.

Kyle trembled as he undressed. His body had fully changed: narrow waist, rounded hips, smooth skin. His tiny cock locked in the cage, balls swollen and bruised.

Mia took out the new cage — even smaller, tighter. She unlocked the old one; Kyle moaned as his little dick was freed, but it couldn’t even get hard — it had been denied too long.

Mia laughed. “Look, Master… the pathetic little thing can’t even get up when it’s finally free. How sad.”

John stepped closer, bringing his cock to Kyle’s face. “Lick. Get it wet.”

Kyle leaned in, tongue running from John’s balls to the tip. Mia watched, sliding her fingers into her pussy, slowly fingering herself.

Then Mia **** Kyle’s cock into the new, smaller cage. The tight metal ring bit into his groin as she locked it. She hung the key around her neck like a necklace.

Next she took the pink anal plug. She coated it in lube, spread Kyle’s cheeks.

“Open up, sissy. You need to be ready to take Master’s cock.”

Kyle moaned, lifting his hips. The plug slid in slowly — when the thick part passed, he cried out. Mia pushed it all the way in and locked it with a click.

Finally, she fastened the collar around his neck and took the leash in her hand.

“Now we’re going downstairs. You come on all fours.”

Kyle dropped to hands and knees. Mia tugged the leash; John led the way. The three returned to the living room.

John sat on the couch and spread his legs. Mia pulled Kyle by the leash until he was at John’s feet.

“Now watch, cuck,” John said. “Watch how I fuck your Mistress. And get us ready with your mouth.”

Mia climbed onto John’s lap, facing Kyle. Slowly she lowered herself onto his cock — moaning as the thick head stretched her open. Kyle was right beneath them, nose almost touching Mia’s ass.

Mia began to ride — slow at first, then faster. Her breasts bounced, red hair flying.

“Look, sissy… see how Master fills me… the way your tiny thing never could…”

Kyle was crying, but his tongue was out, trying to lick Mia’s clit — as much as he was allowed.

John gripped Mia’s hips and slammed her down hard. With every thrust Mia screamed.

“Kyle… beg… ask Master for permission… maybe he’ll use you too…”

Kyle whimpered, voice broken:

“Please… Master… allow me… while I watch Mistress… maybe… maybe use my mouth too…”

John laughed. He lifted Mia off his lap and laid her face-down. Then he grabbed Kyle by the hair and positioned him behind Mia.

“Open your mouth. While I fuck her, you lick.”

John entered Mia again — this time from behind. Kyle immediately slid underneath, sucking her clit, licking John’s balls, collecting every drop of cum and juices with each thrust.

Mia came screaming, her fluids splashing across Kyle’s face. John exploded too — thick ropes filling Mia as his balls slapped against Kyle’s chin.

When John pulled out, cum poured from her. Kyle immediately began licking — cleaning every drop.

Mia turned, cupped Kyle’s face, and kissed him — but it wasn’t a kiss; she pushed the cum from her mouth into his.

“Swallow, sissy. Swallow Master’s seed.”

Kyle swallowed, tears streaming.

John stood, stroking his cock.

“Nice start. But the night is long. Mia, tie him up. Then it’s my turn — I’m taking both of you at the same time.”

Mia tugged the leash and dragged Kyle to the bed. John smiled.

The house was now his kingdom. And the rules… were only the ones he wrote.