Carrie to prepare you

My fingers fumbled with the buttons of my shirt as i slowly pulled the garment off, conscious of both Troy and Carrie's eyes tracing my body. Carrie with a look of some lust, though that was overshadowed by how hot she was feeling for my bully and Troy with a dangerous expression that spoke of all the delights and humiliations he hoped to heap on me before he was done with me.

I discarded my trousers and boxers, my average sized cock as hard as rock and swollen with how horny I felt as I stood before my bully finally fulfilling the deepest fantasies I had. Dropping to my knees before Troy, I could feel the warmth of Carrie's body next to mine as she knelt next to me. Her warmth was comforting in a way but also made me realise quite how far I had come from just that morning. Troy stroked his chin, a prominent bulge in his trousers.

"Whore Carrie...take Slut John...no..Slut Joan to the bathroom and get the little bitch shaved and made up. I think I want some guests around before your debut as my new sex slaves. They are all going to hear about how pathetic you are Joan..how you want..what was it again?"

I felt my cock jump a little in excitement, my voice high and tentative as Carrie's breasts brushed against my arm, her grabbing me and starting to lead me on our hands and knees towards the bathroom. I looked down, glancing back at my new Master. "I want Carrie and you to bully me Master, I want to submit to you alongside my beautiful girlfriend."

Troy's laughter followed me and Carrie out of the room and into the bathroom where she turned on the shower and started washing and shaving me. Carrie's motions were brisk and efficient. Not the tender caresses of my girlfriend after we washed each other, this was a job to her. The razor ran over my flesh and I felt the submission sink deeper into my being..my core with each stroke and each line of fresh bared skin that was now exposed.

I was not a man any more..just a sissy bitch for my master..and his friends. Carrie fetched make-up next and I could see my transformation in the mirror, going from a handsome enough man to a dirty slut for rough ****. My mascara was very heavy which Carrie confided in me was so that when I was throat fucked and I cried the tears would flow down my cheeks and the mascara would make it very obvious.

Finally, Carrie crawled out the room with a stern command for me to wait. She had very obviously taken the top role between we two new slaves of Troy, coming back with a bucket of ice, a cock cage she had Troy get delivered via courier and a tiny black cocktail dress for me whilst she would be wearing a white dress. I gulped a little as Carrie bit her lip, her thoughts elsewhere as I could practically hear her dripping from the idea of serving Troy and his big cock friends.