Bad boi

You know it's hopeless to try and fight it, but the suffering sliver of manhood screaming inside you tells you to resist. You woke up today as a straight, shy boy, not this wanton whore your seductive sissy friend coaxed out of you. Summoning all the dignity you can while lying in your slutty red lingerie entangled with your sissy girlfriend whose cum is still dribbling out of your ass, you cry out, "No! I'm a man! We were just fooling around! I'm not really a sissy!"

Becca looks at you with disgust, her brow furrows beatifully. "Get the arms, Samantha." As if they'd rehearsed it a million times, Samantha quickly slips behind your head and straddles your arms with her lithe legs, her hard sissy shaft rubbing up against your head, dripping precum on your flush forehead. Becca slowly slinks over, her hips swaying hypnotically as she watches you squirm helplessly. She kneels between your legs, sliding her soft hands up your silky hose. "Strip this bitch."

Your clothes are gone in a flurry, you flail futilely, but you are no match for their nimble hands. "See you could have totes been my sissy toy, and I tend to play nicely with my toys...most of the time. But you wanna be a bad widdle boi, and I make bad bois my pets...and pets don't need clothes. But they do need accesories!"

Becca's bubbly voice belies the threat behind them. Becca shows you a pink leather collar with "BITCH" emblazoned in rhinestones before slipping it on your neck. She dangles a ring gag that Samantha wraps around your plump, pretty lips. It leaves your mouth permanently stuck in embarrasingly exposed "O", a trail of drool dumbly dripping down your chin. Next she gives you a preview of the pink, glittery chastity device before teasing "I had to pick the smallest one"and locking your cock away with a terrifying "click". Finally she shows you a cute little puppy tail attached to a wide flared butt plug she sloooooowly shoves up your ass. When it finally is nestled uncomfortably up your ass, you feel your cock throbbing achingingly in its plastic prison.

Your tormentors disentangle from you allowing you to stand up, shame filled and struggling on wobbly legs.

SMACK

A surprisingly strong slap on your ample ass sends you crashing to the floor. A leg toned by endless exercise pins your neck to the floor.

THWACK

SLAP

SMACK

"Pets crawl." Becca coos and you nod with a muffled whimper. She attaches a leash to your collar and you sit obediently. Your desperate struggle to regain your manhood is failing spectacularly. You are led, drooling from your humiliating gag and aching cage, down the stairs and towards your front door. You have never felt more horrified...or helplessly horny as Becca walks you to the front door, Samantha skips behind you.

"So you've totes got to be punished, Bitch. But cuz I'm like so sweet and stuff, I'll give you a choice. Either we go for a walk outside, or I punish you privately, but believe me, it will be like so much worse than you can imagine." You tremble and squirm, uncertain of which horrible fate is the lesser of two evils.