You submit

“What do you think has the best chance for success?” You ask them finally.

The one in white holds up a pink silk rope. The other holds up a collar and leash. “On your knees.” They say in unison.

“Yes… um… mistress.” You say as you kneel before them. You are fed a cock as the other puts on the collar. They then lead you to a cage and truss you up like a bad little pet. You spend the rest of the day like a dog licking toes, sucking cock, and eating from a bowl.

The following day you wake to some rather **** bondage whipping and slapping till finally you beg them to just fuck you. They **** your holes till you pass out.

The third day finds you in the roll of a French maid till they once again fuck you ****.

Days then weeks of alternating kinks become more and more normal till one day you wake up in their arms wearing a cute pink dress, your tiny little cock locked in a cage. “Morning mistress. Shall I prepare breakfast?” You ask the one wearing a pair of white boxers, your favorite master.

She smiles, “Such a good little sissy.” She unleashes her now 14” member and you greedily suck till she feeds you your morning milk.

The other joins in and pleasures your little boy pussy. She fills you up when she finishes and slides in a golden butt plug with a little pink gem. Finished she slips on a regal golden dress and smiles. “We have taken all you have to give. Shall we summon the witch now master?”

Her question confuses you. Why is she calling you master? A nagging memory is in there somewhere. The other stands and dresses in her fine white suit. They are both looking at you. What do they want me to say? If I could only remember.