Next Morning

Still rubbing sleep from your eyes, you set about with a will waking each mistress with long, loving kisses to their lower lips. Mistress Holly wanted to go to the beach and Mistress Marissa had no objection, so you went out in a bikini and had great fun rubbing them with oil, and splashing in the surf.

In the late afternoon, however, Mistress Marissa asserted her right to pick what you did in the evening, and she wanted to go clubbing. Which required showering and your lovingly running a washcloth over your mistress' soapy bodies, and an hour or so of dress-up games and makeup before three foxes headed out for a night of dancing.

The mistresses led you to a club called SHADOW where apparently black clothes or facial piercings grant a discount, at least for the monthly goth rave. Inside all sorts of people were bumping and grinding, gyrating or just bopping out alone. You staked out a table and brought sodas to keep up everyone;s energy, before admitting you didn't know how to dance.

Mistress Marissa just smiled. "Then look into my eyes, pet."

You drifted off and came to on the dance floor, arms running over your body in an incredibly suggestive manner before you dropped into a kind of crouch with your legs spread, thrusting your groin in the direction of the band, falling to your knees before folding in half so you could start shaking your butt at the crowd now on your hands and knees. You slowly stood before dropping into a split, still twerking until the song ended and you regained control of your limbs, your face flushed with exertion, embarrassment and maybe arousal.

Trying not to meet anyone's eyes on your way to the table, you bumped into a skinny guy with green hair, heavy black eyeliner and a band t-shirt.

"That was amazing! Just... wow. Would you like to hook up? There's an alleyway or just a bathroom."

You opened your mouth for a scathing retort, but instead said "I'd love to. Just give me a minute?"

He nodded and took off. You walked back to the table where the mistresses were grinning like Cheshire cats. Did that guy use a power on you, or had Mistress Marissa compelled you to accept any advances? Either was possible, but the latter seemed more likely. Your paranoia was returning, so your head must be clearing.

Leaning over the table you hissed at the Mistresses. "Somebody just asked me for a quickie!"

Mistress Holly raised an eyebrow. "Do you want to?"

"...Yes," you admitted. "But I don;t know how and what if he finds-" Helplessly you wave a hand over your crotch, embarrassed to bring up your male genitals or the chastity cage your were wearing to keep it down.

The two friends just laughed.

"Is that all?" Mistress Marissa said. "Then look into my eyes, pet." They glowed, and you drifted off.