Wake up

When I wake up, my ass feels… great!

What the fuck is going on? I don’t like things in my ass. Why did I like that? I shake the thoughts from my head. This is my life now. I have to accept that. If I don’t get this right, I might end up in a worse situation than I can imagine. The Empire is a world of wonder, not all of those wonders are great.

I take a shower and brush my teeth. Fresh new clothes, though they’re the same type of thin, too-well-fitting shirt and pants. I only have the one pair of Crayola blue flipflops so I slide into those. I sit down at my computer but pull out my laptop that I’m supposed to take to school. I log in and click an icon sitting in the middle of the hope page titled: Watch before school.

The icon opens a video saved to the computer where a camera pans the decorated halls of the Castle Trilla at the heart of the Empire. Paintings in gold frames, statues in bronze and marble line the hall, leading up to the Head of the Empire, the world’s largest diamond that’s cut in the likeness of Her Highness, Empress Dissia. Then a heel comes down on the diamond and the camera follows the long, voluptuous leg up to a fat monster cock. The camera tilts up to bring the Empress into view but keep her cock at the front of the shot.

“Greeting, subject. Soon, you shall be on your way to a life of purpose in my empire. I’ve made all necessary arrangements for you and am sure you shall be overjoyed with how fortunate you are.”

I wipe my sweaty hands across my pants as I swallow a mouthful of saliva. Swallowing reminds me of Momma, so I quickly dash to the fridge and grab a gallon of milk.

“…follow these instructions to the letter and you shall find all troubles in your life removed. You’ll learn all about that in school. First, I’m going to personally teach you something that you need to know before you step foot into my empire. How to worship.”

The camera cuts to a naked man on his hands and knees, bowing before the Empress. _How fucking lucky. _The Empress snaps her fingers and points to her feet which are in heeled sandals with thin leather straps wrapping up her toned calves.

I watch with wide eyes and bated breath. When she has him lick her ass I pull out my clitty and stroke. Fuck! She’s making him really get in there! Holy shit she’s making him lick her armpit! Oh my god, lucky fucking fuck!

Just as she lifts one of her massive tits for him to lick under, my computer freezes and the screen goes black, but then a new screen pops up with Momma! She holds the camera to her face but given the brightness and movement, I’d guess she’s walking somewhere.

“Tisk-tisk, naughty boy. Momma plays with your little clitty, not you. Go into your room and you’ll find a little toy you can play with. It’s black and it locks around your little clitty so you can’t get hard. Go on, I’ll wait.”

I rush to my room and find the cock cage, or in this case, the clitty cage. I slide it on and press my erection down. After a momentary struggle, my erection fails and I get the cage on and lock it around my little balls. I run back out into the living room to show Momma my success.

“Very good,” she says with a proud smile. “That’s my baby boy. Remember, finish the video, and then do your best in school. Stay after class, I’ll come get you personally, but as you know, Momma’s busy so I might be late.”

“Okay.” I feel the end of the call coming and I want to tell her I love her but I don’t know if she wants that. She’s planning on giving me away after all.

“Good. I’ll see you then. Bye-bye.” She blows me a kiss.

“Bye, I love you,” I say in a rush but she hangs up and I wonder if she heard it all or not. Fuck! What is happening? Is it really this fucking milk that’s making me so fucking attracted to her? I drink the last of the gallon. I want more but my stomach can’t take anymore. I say a silent prayer, thanking whatever god or goddess might be out there that I can drink so much futa milk to begin with. A whole fucking gallon, in like twenty minutes? That’s fucking crazy.

I watch the rest of the video. The order of worship is Feet, Ass (which is cheek bottoms then crack, then hole), follow the ribs to the arm pit, slide down the rips, over the belly and up the ribs to the other pit, then the tits (really licking the sweat from under the breast. Since futa have such massive tits, there’s always some sweat there), then up to the lips and finally down the center line to the cock and balls. Empress Dissia uses her **** to show how to properly wash balls groom crotch hair if the futa has any, and then how to take a big, heavy bitchbreaker cock down the throat. She claims she’s fucking twenty-four inches long, and I wouldn’t be one to argue, that thing is stupid huge. The veins running up and down it, the urethra thumping with power, no wonder she’s taken over more than half the world.

I close the laptop and place it under my arm. Free males aren’t allowed to have backpacks in the Empire. We carry only what is in our pockets and hands. I put my cell phone and room key in my pockets and I head out.

I’ve made the walk to the former college campus hundreds of times. I went to school there for three years before everything got shut down. I was learning graphic design for gaming but, fuck me.

I get to the first street crossing and find Ben and Matt waiting a few feet behind Abby and another larger woman. The other woman is just a touch shorter than Abby and only slightly slimmer. Her black hair reaches her mid back but one the sides is shaven to the scalp. Her exposed arms are fully sleeved with tattoos full of skulls, smoke, demons and naked women. Her shoulders and upper back connect the sleaves with a large pentagram wrapped in smoke.

As if she senses my presence, Abby turns around and waves me over. “Jack! I’m so glad to see you. This is my roommate, Rachel.”

Rachel turns, she has a face like a model for grunge rock. Several piercings line her ears as well as her face, including two over her brow, two on her bottom lip, and one in the middle of her nose. Blue eyes of ice regard me.

“Hi, nice to meet you,” I say with a bow of my head.

She puts a foot forward and leaves it there.

_Is she wanting me to worship her right here on the street? I thought that was only for futa? _I look back to Matt and Ben but just stand there with their eyes wide.

“Looks like your friend needs some training.”

Abby frowns. Sympathy plays along her face for a moment but then she squeezes her eyes and when they open, they burst with fire. “You’re right. He most certainly does.” She grabs me by the scruff of the neck and shoves me down to Rebeca’s foot.

Holy fuck. If Abby’s going along with it, I’d better get my shit together.

I kiss Rebeca’s foot. Open toed heels lets me kiss the black nail polish of her big toe.

“Lick,” Abby orders. “You have to make up for your mistake, worm.”

I lick like I’m trying to going to win a prize, which is likely avoiding a beating given that both women’s hands are in tight fists. Even with both women towering over me, my clitty struggles against the cage.

“His phone,” Rachel says.

As I continue to kiss and lick, Abby squats over me and rummages through my pockets, pulling my phone. She takes my hand and presses my finger to the screen.

“What the fuck?” Abby growls.

“Oh shit,” Rachel says, stepping back from me. “Damn, you were right. We’re too fucking late.”

Abby pulls my arm until I’m standing and she hands my phone back to me. The screen reads: Owner: Madam Aubrey.

Owner? I mean, she is. She’s my Momma, but why does my phone say she’s my owner?

“When did you meet Madam Aubrey?” Abby asks as she pulls me in by my shoulder to walk across the street.

“Yesterday. She came to my room with Reba to…” Feed me her delicious milk. “Meet me.”

“Don’t lag behind, cocksuckers,” Rachel calls over her shoulder to Matt and Ben. She snaps her fingers and points to her side. “I want both of you right next to me on our walk.”

The two are quick to obey with Matt the first to reach Rachel’s side. A bit taller than me or Ben, Matt is almost as tall as Rachel. In fact, if it wasn’t for her heels, he probably would be the same height.

“Hi, I’m Matt. Pleasure to meet you.”

“Shut it, Matt. I said I want you next to me. I didn’t say I want you to speak.”

I look up to Abby and hold my phone up. “So what is this?”

“It’s like a temporary binding. Depending on the program we’re in, women can claim up to three. Of course, since I’m awesome, Rachel and I get three. Guys can agree to be owned by as many women as they want, even a couple futa. But you got claimed by the fucking Madam. It would take another Madam or the Jarl to claim you now. Maybe it’s because you’re in the Alpha program.” She looked back to Rachel. “Check Ben’s phone.”

Rachel held out her hand without even stopping, expecting Ben to hand over his phone, which he did. She flicked through it and then tossed it back to him.

“Little cocksucker is free. Looks like Madam Aubrey only wanted your boy toy.”

“Boy toy?” I asked.

“She’s just joking. I talked about how long we’ve known each other and how I really wanted to claim you. I thought the two of us could have some fun with you.”

Two of us? “You mean you and Rachel?”

“Yeah! We’re roommates now, we do everything together. We’re part of the Delta group, ‘D’ stands for domination, so we got some special strap-ons and we get to fuck boys.”

Fuck boys! She wants to fuck me? My clitty strains against the cage again.

Abby laughs and shakes me as we turn up the campus’s main street. “You like that?”

“Like that?”

“You’re blushing so hard. I’m surprised your little dick isn’t hard.”

“Uh, yeah. Well, I guess we’re here. I know where my class is, so I guess I’ll be off.”

“See you later,” she says with a wink. She slaps my ass when I turn to walk to my class and my yelp causes her to laugh.

I guess I should be happy with just the ass slap, Rachel gave both Matt and Ben a knee to the balls as a fair well.

Matt waves goodbye as he limps off and Ben follows me to our class.

We enter room A-1 as instructed to find one other guy already there. The walls are covered with posters of futa cocks just like my bedroom. The floor is a grey epoxy but besides one desk at the front that looks like the teacher’s desk, the room is empty.

“You guys in the Alpha program too?” the other guy asked. He looks like us, body style wise, but his hair is light brown, cut very short. His brown eyes look back and forth from the two of us.

Ben and I nodded.

“I’m Kevin. You seen Lee?”

“I don’t know a Lee,” I answer.

“Oh, he’s in the room across from mine, we share the same balcony.”

“He’d be in 301,” Ben says.

After about five minutes, we sit down on the floor. The plush chair at the desk looks comfortable, but knowing my luck, as soon as my but touches it, the teacher will walk in and make me pay. Thirty minutes goes by and things feel a little off. I go outside just to double check the door did say A-1 and it does.

“What should we do?” Kevin asks.

“I guess we wait.” I suggest. “We were told to come here so I think we just wait.”

“This isn’t right,” Ben says. “We’ve got to be in the wrong spot. And Lee is probably in the right place.” He stands and paces. “Fuck. If it was just the teacher missing, I’d think she was running late, but if it’s the teacher and a student… We’ve got to be in the wrong place.”

“But, don’t they know where we are?” Kevin asks. “I thought they tracked all of our movement. If we were in the wrong place, wouldn’t they send someone to get us?”

“They don’t even need to send anyone,” I say and explain how Momma, or Madam Aubrey, showed up on my computer to make me stop masturbating. “They know everything.”

Ben stops in his tracks. “She’s your owner! You could call her to make sure.”

I tap her name on my phone and her face appears. “Yes, sweetums?”

“Hi. Ma… Momma.” Ben and Kevin’s faces both scrunch in confusion. “I- um. I’m here at school, but the teacher isn’t here. And I’m in room A-1, but she’s not here, so I wanted to make sure I was in the right place.”

“You’re in the right place. I’ll call Vivian just to check in, but I’m sure she’s on her way. She’s the best teacher for you, but she’s very busy. Thank her profusely,” she mimes sucking a dick, “for taking the time out of her day to help you. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Bye, sweetie.”

“I love you,” I say as my heart kicks up. My eyes dart to the other two for a second but I don’t care that they heard. I love her. I love Momma.

“I love you, too, my baby boy. I’ll see you later.”

She hangs up and her perfect features vanish.

“You love her?” Ben askes in shock.

“She came over yesterday and she’s taking me under her wing, so I, you know, I’m playing the part. I’d rather say, ‘I love you,’ than, ‘Sorry Mistress, please stop pissing on me.’”

Both of them nod. It’s a reasonable excuse.

“So I guess we stay,” I say.

“I’m going to go back outside for a smoke,” Ben says. “You want to join me?”