Yes, and so much more

As I begged again and again, my voice grew hoarse, but my desperation only intensified. Jamal's dominance had become my oxygen, and without it, I felt hollow, incomplete. Months blurred together in a haze of submission and transformation. My body, once familiar, was now a canvas of Jamal's ownership—bigger tits that swelled with each command, lips plumped to perfection for the one task I excelled at, and a black spade tattoo emblazoned on our asses, a permanent reminder of who we belonged to. The streets I once walked with confidence now felt foreign, as if I was a stranger in my own skin.

As the days blurred into weeks, I couldn't help but notice the emptiness that surrounded us. Our LGBTQ friends, once a vibrant and supportive community, had all but vanished from our lives. They saw the change in me, the way I carried myself with a newfound submissiveness, and they judged me for it. My best friend's words cut deep: "You look like a stupid bimbo," they said, and with each passing day, I couldn't help but wonder if they were right. The days blended together in a haze of submission and the lingering fog of the pills Jamal had given us. My head throbbed as I lay in bed, the familiar ache a constant reminder of the chemicals coursing through my veins. Words slipped from my grasp, and sentences jumbled in my mind, leaving me frustrated and defeated. The thought of work loomed over me, a daunting task I couldn't bear to face. I hit snooze on the alarm, again and again, until the screen blurred and the room spun. My wife's voice, soft but laced with concern, echoed in the distance,

-Baby, you need to get up.

-Uhh, what? Why?

I asked my voice groggy from the lingering haze of sleep and the chemicals coursing through my system. My wife's reminder pierced through the fog, and I slowly turned my head towards her, her face a blur as the room spun around me.

-Daddy wants us to go with him to that place

She said, her voice soft but laced with an underlying urgency. I nodded, the motion sending a wave of dizziness through me, but I knew better than to disobey. With a shaky hand, I pushed myself up from the bed, my body trembling as I swung my legs over the side. As I stood before the mirror, the cool air brushed against my skin, a stark contrast to the heat still lingering within me. Daddy's orders were clear—no panties, no bra, just the dress. The fabric was thin, barely covering anything, and the hem rode high up my thighs as I slipped it on. My hands trembled slightly as I fastened the straps, the material clinging to me like a second skin. The high heels clicked against the floor as I turned, the sound echoing through the room. I felt exposed, ****, yet a thrill ran through me. This was what Daddy wanted, and I couldn't deny the rush it gave me.

As we stepped into the club, the air clung to me like a damp shroud, thick with the scent of **** and something sweetly metallic that made my stomach churn. The music pulsed around us, a low, throbbing beat that seemed to match the erratic rhythm of my heart. I couldn't help but giggle, the sound nervous and high-pitched, as I realized where we were. "An undressy place," I murmured, the words feeling foreign on my tongue, as if I were "not so smart". I should stop, thinking makes my head hurt. Jamal's hand tightened on our asses, his grip warm and unyielding, and he led us through the crowded room.

-Yoo wasup ?

The man behind the desk (Maurice I later learned) looked us up and down, his expression unreadable.

-You know how it is

Daddy said with a knowing smile, his voice low and mysterious. The man nodded, his eyes lingering on us before he spoke, "Got a couple of girls for you." Daddy's grip on my wife's hair tightened as he dragged her forward, her grin still plastered on her face despite the obvious pain. -

Can they dance worth a shit? the man asked, his voice gruff.

Daddy chuckled,

-No, but they can learn.

The man raised an eyebrow

-What do they know?

Daddy's smile widened

-I'll show you, He said, pulling my wife closer.

My wife immediately pounced on his pants her hands trembled as she fumbled with Jamal's zipper, her fingers moving with a desperation that mirrored the haze in her eyes. The air was thick with anticipation, the music pulsating around us like a heartbeat. When she finally freed him, his cock stood erect, a towering presence that seemed to command the room. Her eyes glazed over as she took him in her mouth, the slurping noises echoing through the space, a mixture of pleasure and submission. I felt a surge of wetness between my legs, my own desire betraying my hesitation.

Just then my weak brain started to "ketchup" "was that the word?" and I started talking

-But I have a "jobie" I said almost proud.

Just then discarding my wife like trash Maurice was in front of me like a flash. THWACK

The slap echoed through the room, sharp and stinging, leaving a burning imprint on my cheek. Maurice's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing as he towered over me.

-Did I say you can talk, bitch? he growled, his voice low and menacing.

I shook my head, tears welling up in my eyes as I cringed away, my heart pounding in my chest. -

No, sir, I whispered, my voice trembling.

He sneered, taking a step closer, his presence overwhelming.

-What do you do at that job? he demanded, his tone harsh and unyielding. I swallowed hard, my mind racing, but the words caught in my throat.

I...I... "I didn't even know anymore, I had to admit I was too stupid for that job now"

-See bitch, this is the only place you can work now. he replied

-Now thank me for giving you a job bitch. He ordered me

I hate to admit but he's right...

-Thank you sir, for hiring a worthless slut like me. I said with gratitude in my voice

-That's better. he said retaking his place on the big chair and placing my unfazed wife's head on his lap by her hair.

-Remember bitch, while you're here on the premises your asses belong to me from now on.

Understand? He asked in a menacing voice

-Yes sir. I said in a submissive voice.

-Yesh shirr. My wife promptly responded her mouth full of black cock,

As daddy left with a new wad of cash in his pocket my wife and I started our job training.