Good Boy

Peg's eyes glide up and down your body. She clearly likes what she sees. Moving around behind you she checks you out from that angle. "Mmm, nice." Then she continues around to your other side, truly taking you in as if you were a beautiful piece of art. "Very nice." She looks up into your eyes. "I think I'm jealous. It's not fair that you look better in my lingerie than I do."

You giggle and blush. "That's not true."

"Look at his little bulge." Elsie says with glee. "Oh my God, isn't it just the cutest thing. Even with the cage it's so adorable! And oh my God, his little titties..."

Peg chuckles and pats Elsie's shoulder. "Easy there girl." Peg steps forward and hooks a finger into the front waist of your panties, giving it a pull she peeks in to check out your cage then lets the panties snap back. "Comfortable?"

You wiggle and gyrate your hips a couple times then hop up and down twice. "Seems good."

"Let us know if it gets uncomfortable." She then adds. "I mean, besides when it tries to get hard. It's supposed to be uncomfortable then."

"We'll look after you so good." El says.

You look from Elsie to Aunt Peg. Both of them are checking you out with love and lust in their eyes, making you feel like the most special boy in the whole world. You are as horny as you'd ever been yet it is a new kind of feeling. Not like how you got hot for normal women. It is deeper and all encompassing. Your entire groin and butt glowed with a pleasant energy.

Remembering back to what your aunt told you about the mice in her lab, about how the most submissive and sexually available males were the most sought after. You also remember that you had some begging to do before anything could happen.

You slowly lower yourself to you knees then sit your but back on your calves. Placing your hands on your stocking covered knees you look up at them, careful to keep your chin dipped low. They look at each other wondering what you were up to.

You blink your eyes demurely and tease a cute smile. "Please make love to me. I beg you."

"He's begging!" Elsie gasps.

"I told you he would." Peg replies with a growing smile. "Sooner than expected mind you, but he is a Bailey I suppose."

"Elsie. My sister, my Princess, my love. I want you." You bow your head lower but maintain eye contact. "I want to suck your big beautiful cock. I want to eat your pussy until you scream with pleasure. I want you to be my first. I want you to take my virgin ass and fill me with your cum. Please, I beg you. I beg you! I beg you my Princess."

"Ohhhh Peg!"

"Stay strong El. Let him know who is in control."

You shift your focus. "Peg. My aunt, my guru, my Madam. I want you. I want you to explorer my body and use it as your playground. I want to bring pleasure to you in anyway you wish. I want to service your needs to the limits that a humble boy like me can provide. I want you to make love to me I hope to be worthy to make love to you. Please, I beg you."

"Let's take him to bed!"

"Patience Elsie, patience."

You bow your head almost to the floor. "I beg you both. Let me be your boy."

There is a long silence as you kowtow before them. You could feel their eyes on you.

It is Peg that breaks the still quiet. "You are our boy Jesse. You always have been and always will be our boy, whether we have sex or not will not change that. And you are a good boy."

"Thank you Madam." You whisper as your heart swells with love.

"You're a good boy Jesse." Elsie says.

"Thank you Princess."

"Get to your feet." Peg says. "Let us see your beautiful face."

You do as she commands. As you look up you see El, overwhelmed with desire, had moved into her aunt's side and was holding onto her for strength. Your aunt commanded the room with a calm presence.

"Very good Jesse." Peg says. "Do not grovel like that again. When you beg I want to see your eyes."

"Yes Madam."

"You are not a **** here. You are not less than us. You are a lovely young man and a member of this family. Display your submission with pride. There is nothing to be ashamed of in giving yourself to us. Giving himself to a woman is one of the bravest things a boy can do."

"These things you say make me so feel good." You tap your chest with your fingers. "In here."

"Good." Peg smiles.

"I...I like being called a good boy."

She chuckles softly. "You ARE a good boy Jesse. Tell me you're a good boy."

You hesitate a second then blurt out. "I'm...I'm a good boy!"

"Yes you are. And an incredible man as well." She looks to El. "Elsie, it's time we ate. Look after him."

Your sister nods. She hurries from Peg's side to yours and take your arm in her hand. The pair of you connect and share a moment of overjoyed excitement. While the Cutie Doll thing had started the process both you could sense what was happening now went far deeper than play.

She leads you to the table and sits you down at one of the place settings with food already served. She fusses over you, making sure you are comfortable and laying a napkin over your lap so you wouldn't accidentally dribble food on your panties. In front of you is a small plate of still steaming pan fried shrimp that smelled wonderfully of herbs and garlic, a chunk of buttered rustic bread, and a bowl of fresh salad. Elsie pours your water from the pitcher in the center. She is positively beaming with happiness in performing this peculiar servile dominance of hers.

Peg removes the broken painting and rests it against the wall near the front door. She returns moving with smooth easy grace, her silk gown flowing around her like rippling water.

Elsie and Peg take their seats and the three of you look to each other before you begin to eat just to savor this moment of familial love.