You wake up

You come to your senses for the feeling of something enormous pressed inside your mouth. You recognize it as a gag.

“MMMM!!!” you try to yell, but you can only hear a muffled voice.

****, you try to reach the gag with your hands, however your arms are bound by ropes behind you, and you are unable to move them. You recognize your legs are bound as well, just as tightly as your arms.

In the whole time your eyes are open, your eyelids rubbing uncomfortably against the fabric of a blindfold.

You start to struggle, uncontrollably so, but the ropes are tight, and there is no amount of movement that could help you.

Then you tense, as you hear the door open.

“Surprise,” you hear Bastila's voice, then she walks up to you and removes your blindfold.

Your eyes watery, you recognize her beautiful face in front of you. She is wearing a different outfit than usual, consisting of brown boots, latex panties, a corset and a collar. Her breasts are uncovered. You also recognize she is holding a crop.

Next, your gaze wanders to Mission, who stands next to her smiling, wearing the exact outfit as she does; only black in color, holding a whip in her hand instead of a crop.

Seeing the two pair of gorgeous breasts, your cock starts to stand. Only to be stopped by something wrapped around it.

What? You think to yourself. And you look down scared, only to see a pink chastity cage around your penis.

“MMMMMM!!!” you protest, looking at Bastila with a scared expression.

“Oh, so we want to speak already?” she frowns, and your ballgag is promptly unlocked from your mouth.

“Bastila, what are you doing?!” you raise your voice.

“Well, I don’t know…” she says, putting a finger on her lips. “I’ve just seen this female supremacy thing on the extranet, and I think it’s pretty hot.”

“Pretty-pretty hot,” Mission smiles.

“So we spoke about it a bit, and we decided to give it a shot,” she continues.

“I didn’t consent to any of this!” you protest.

“Nor did we consent to sucking your cock in front of a hundred people,” Bastila darts.

“It was necessary!” you answer.

“And, if we want to explore our sexuality, you know, just to make sure we would have a good sex life in our prime years, it is also necessary that we try this,” Bastila says.

“Oh, come on…” you try to argue, but Bastila pushes the ballgag back in your mouth, and locks it firmly around your head.

“Press your head against my boot, and beg for forgiveness,” she says triumphant.