Owned

You scratched your pantied butt, waking up late today. It was late spring. Carrie was getting her MBA in a month. She'd dyed her hair copper red, and went with a shorter pixie hairstyle. She grew out some pussy hair too, trimmed into the shape of a heart, and also dyed red. David was finishing up his sophomore year of college. You'd been fired after you got convicted for the indecent exposure, but thankfully the judge had found you sufficiently pathetic enough to give a suspended sentence to. So you'd gotten a dead end customer service job that you could do from home, and you were kept in-between ... in between masculine and feminine, and subject to the whims of your Master ... and Carrie's Master.

You went into the main room. Carrie was in a white t-shirt. She was feeding David Cheetos, and occasionally sucking the dust off her own fingers absentmindedly. She was growing a bit of a belly. Too much fast food, too much cheap better, and not enough yoga. The shirt was stained from Cheetos and something yellow that you knew not to ask about.

"Morning sunshine," David said sarcastically.

"Morning, Master," you replied. You knelt down beside the couch. Only Carrie and David got the couch.

"So Carrie and I have some news. Tell him, ****." Carrie flushed.

"Ummm ... I'm going off the pill." Your eyes widened.

"And tell him why, ****."

"Umm...I want Master's baby. I've wanted it awhile now. So I begged him last night while we were fucking." Carrie's face was flushed, and her panties had a growing stain.

"You don't want our fuckboy's baby, ****?" Carrie shook her head vigorously. You'd have gotten hard ... if you were able. David laughed sadistically.

"Go back to bed, sissy. **** has work to do, and I don't want you watching the Man of the house fuck your ex."