... you deserve to be like that...”

Bridget gasps as Steve cums in her, thrusting deep, grunting as he fills her. Then she cums. You watch with a passive arousal. Then Steve slides out of his spouses cunt and stands. He looks at you both. Your silken cheongsam lies on the floor. Will it fit?

He reaches down and picks it up to clean his thick cock with then he unclips the two leashes from their respective d-bolts.

“ Michele... Missy. Lick out your mistresses sex. She’s all messy.” He instructs.

You find yourself scurrying to obey. Big breasts and wide hips swaying dramatically as you move to her sex and lick it clean. You’re now the bottom totem of this little ménage-a-trios. You find yourself loving it. Missy. Such a silly girlish objectifying name. You love it, but a part of you worries. Just how extensive are these changes.

“You thought those were plus pills...” Steve asked. “Seriously?”

You blushed and nodded as you finished. Cum tasted so yummy. You look from mistress Bridget to master Steven. Steve passes you cheongsam to Bridget. “Put this on. We’re going home. I’ll take your leash. You take Missy’s here.” He instructs.

Bridget puts on the cum stain dress. It fits her well. Then like a debauched daisychain you all file out of the curtained room through the main bar to the exit. You’re naked. Small. ****. Horny. Enslaved.

A limo with black tinted windows is called and Steve takes your plastic from your purse to pay. “Two pink plus pills and one blue please also. Missy has inspired me. It seems we have a keeper. And I think it’s time we dispensed with our role playing. Time for you to be my fuckpet twenty four seven.”

The cashier looks to you and you blush and nod, typing in your pin to pay. So he had a plus pills now... you feel a giddy anticipation. Childishly perverse.

Then you move to the limo. Steve sits in a plush leather seat and pours himself a drink at your expense. You and Bridget lie on the floor. Bridget pulling you to her lap, patting you like you were a good pet. Which was what you were now.

“You seemed rather useful with your mouth Missy. Can you suck cock?” Steve asks. “Bridget here is not very good at that. Lack of knowledge isn’t an excuse. You’re either a cocksucker or you need to learn. When I was Bridget I excelled at cocksucking...” Bridget grew ashamed as her shortcomings were exposed. “We’ve been doing these weekend swaps for years now. In fact it would be true to say that I’m a better friend to Mike than little Bridget. But we need to take the logical step...”

You tentatively unzip your masters pants and with your tiny hand remove his cock. “Pwease Master...” your eyes widen at the childish lisp you now have. It serves to accentuate your girlishness. “May I have a pwus pill?” You wrap your cocksucking lips around that big head. Then pull back, trailing saliva.