Monday

Brooke and Ashley were lovers. Brooke was a bit of a tomboy, but not butch. Slim in stature with pointy breasts and short blonde hair, she could catch the eye of most men, not that she wanted to anymore. Now that she found Ashley, being with her was all that mattered now. She dressed casual with low heels or cowboy boots, shirts and jeans or sometimes leather pants. She wore minimal makeup, and would wear dresses and high heels only on special occasions like a wedding. She had a take charge attitude that Ashley loved, and although they were equals in the relationship, Ashley deferred to Brooke for most of the decision-making, trusting her to make the right choice in any given situation.

Ashley, by contrast, was like a fairy tale princess. She was the kind of beauty that made most people just stop and stare, with long red loosely curled hair that cascaded to the small of her back, and a gentle caring smile that could melt a glacier. She had large perfect breasts that would never sag because of her ex-husbands' insistence that his trophy wife have them surgically enhanced. She had a thin waist and delicate hands, an overall vision of beauty. She liked to dress very feminine, preferring dresses and skirts over pants, even around the house. She loved being pretty for Brooke, ignoring the look on men's faces when they stared longingly at her.

They considered themselves to be a married couple, having said vows to each other in a private ceremony that they created for themselves and couldn't care less about making it legal or official. They wore matching wedding rings and both had their bellybuttons pierced, from which a ring with a small charm hung that contained the other's name.

After both of their divorces were finalized, they moved to a small town where Brooke was offered a job in the human resources department at a local factory. Ashley worked from home over the telephone and internet, as a salesperson at her husband's company, so it mattered little where she lived. As a result of her divorce settlement, she owned 10 percent of the company stock, but it wasn't doing very well because the company's products had a reputation of unreliability.

Brooke and Ashley pooled their divorce settlements together and purchased their dream home in the country, a 15 minute drive from town, at the end of a dead end road. Built on a 40 acre lot, it was a ranch style home with a covered porch and attached garage. Out back was a small barn with a corral. It was a hobby farm for the previous owners who loved horses. It had a few riding trails through the woods, and a beautiful view of the mountain cliffs that towered high behind their property which were part of a nature preserve. One of the riding trails led to a rocky outcrop partway up the mountain that gave a beautiful view of the area. At night, you could see the lights of town in the distance. They occasionally enjoyed sitting up there and watching the sunset.

After purchasing the property, they learned the hard way just how much work was required to keep the place maintained. The ladies had been city dwellers their whole lives and never had to do yard work before. They discovered that it took 2 hours just to cut the grass. The multiple flowerbeds that made the place so beautiful required hours of weeding and watering each week. They wanted to plant a vegetable garden but couldn't because it would add even more work.

It seemed like chores were all they did while at home. Both of them occasionally traveled for their jobs, sometimes simultaneously. By the time they came home the lawn could grow into a hay field and weeds would overtake the flowerbeds. Rarely did the ladies have time to just sit back, relax and enjoy their new home together. They needed help and discussed hiring a maid or a gardener but decided it would be cost prohibitive. With both having full time jobs, they were doing okay financially, but Brooke just started this new job so there was uncertainty there. Ashley's company was in decline and without something changing soon, it could be heading for bankruptcy. A low cost solution was needed.

Ashley jokingly made a comment about needing a slave to do the work so that they wouldn't have to be paid. Brooke didn't laugh. She thought about the idea seriously and started researching it on the internet. Typing 'keeping a male slave' into Google, she came across websites showing that people actually did this sort of thing for real. There were actually men out there that wanted to be enslaved by a woman and serve her every need.

The girls spent hours discussing the idea of theoretically keeping a slave and it soon became their favorite topic of discussion. It had to be a male as they couldn't fathom treating another woman as a slave. Brooke joined the forums and got advice from other women who actually kept male slaves. She found a blog that was written by a woman whose husband was enslaved, and kept at home, to serve her every whim.

"Listen to this Darling" Brooke said and started reading from the webpage, "The human male derives his strength from three facts. 1, he is a male. 2, he is an adult. And 3, he is human. Remove any one of these things and it weakens his confidence substantially. Eliminate them all and you have reduced him to something like a newborn puppy. So a good way to dominate a male is to systematically chip away at all of these facts so that his resolve will weaken enough to accept your control over him."

"This woman, who runs the blog I'm reading, keeps her husband enslaved and completely dependent on her," Brooke remarked. "He's more like her pet than her husband. On her website she gives her recipe for the perfect slave. She suggests that for the best chance of keeping a long term or permanent slave, it is best to find a short, shy, quiet male with submissive tendencies, just like her husband. Such a male would have very limited or no success with women and a low self esteem because of it. This type would most likely follow the woman's lead and be submissive to her because he would feel unworthy of her. He would be more eager to please and submit just for the privilege of being with her. "

"Once you have picked him," Brooke continued reading, "Make rules and strictly train him to meet your needs. Lock him in chastity, restrict or eliminate his speech, control his masculinity with feminization, and make him crawl on his hands and knees. Train him just like you would a real dog."

"Sounds kinky," Ashley giggled. "Why did she decide to enslave him?"

"Well, she caught him cheating on her with another woman. Keeping him like this ensures it can't happen again. And she just likes to be in absolute control, keeping him helpless and at home. It's kind of like an old fashioned marriage, but in reverse, and a lot kinkier. She goes to work every day and makes all the money, and he stays home and does the housework, at least when he's not locked up."

"She keeps him locked up?" Ashley asked incredulously. "Does she have a jail cell for him or just chain him to something?"

"It says here he spends at least half of his nights in a locked cage overnight. And she locks him in there, hidden away, when her friends come over. To deny him his masculinity, she keeps his penis locked up in a chastity device so he can't orgasm without her permission, and makes him wear dresses at home. With no access to male clothing, he isn't going to leave the house and be seen feminized. She also has a steel collar locked around his neck. Here's a picture of him wearing a dress." Brooke showed Ashley the picture.

"He looks like a little girl!" Ashley giggled.

"Also," Brooke continued, "to remove his adulthood, she makes him wear diapers to bed and he has to drink from baby bottles. Here is a picture of him wearing nothing but a diaper and a baby bonnet sucking from a bottle."

Ashley leaned over her shoulder to look. "Ever cute!"

"And, to remove his human tendencies, he isn't allowed to speak. She makes him crawl around like a dog whenever he isn't doing housework. Oh. And he eats his meals out of a dog dish on the floor without using his hands. She says that all of this combined keeps him very obedient and docile."

"How long has she kept him like this?" Ashley asked.

"It has been over three years and she says he happier, having none of the stress or worries of a regular life, like making money. In fact, he isn't even allowed to touch money. Her girlfriend just recently moved in with them and he is now controlled by them both. There's a lot more information to read through, but I think we could use this as a model for keeping our own slave," Brooke said deep in thought. "What do you think Ash?"

"If you think it will work Darling," Ashley answered. "It sounds like it could be a lot of fun and I'm willing to try anything to take up the workload around here. If it doesn't work out, we kick him out and are no worse off than we are now. "


Tuesday

He read the personal add online on a Femdom website for about the tenth time:

Wanted: A hard working, submissive, quiet male, preferably short in stature, willing to serve a lesbian couple in our home on a regular basis. For the ideal applicant, this will lead to a full time, live in situation. Duties will include all housework, yard maintenance, snow removal in winter and gardening in summer. You will serve us however we choose. Obedience and protocol will be strictly maintained. You will be taught your role and remain in it at all times. Macho men need not apply. Serious inquiries only. Apply to xxxxxx@hotmail.com. DO NOT tell us your name unless we specifically ask for it.

He was single, out of work and all alone. He always fantasized about finding a dominant woman to serve and control him completely. Never getting anywhere in life, he simply didn't have the drive or instinct to get ahead, or to compete with others for promotions at work. Now his job was eliminated, and in this economy he didn't have a prayer getting a job with so many out of work. In a few weeks, his unemployment insurance would run out and he would probably end up living on the street or in a homeless shelter.

Gathering up his courage, he sent an email with his picture and was surprised to get a phone call from them a few hours later. A meeting was arranged for 5 pm at a local bar. The lady on the phone described herself and her partner as being full figured with plenty of tattoos. He told them what he would be wearing so that they could easily spot him.

Arriving 15 minutes early, he found an empty table to sit and wait. He ordered a beer and sipped it. Glancing around the bar his eyes landed on a beautiful woman, obviously not one of the ladies he was meeting. She was slim and athletic looking, and no tattoos visible. He guessed that she was probably a few years older than him but he has always been attracted to older, more mature women.

He realized that he was staring at her. Too late averting his gaze, she caught him watching her and she was staring intently back at him. He lowered his eyes immediately feeling like a chastened schoolboy. He searched around the room looking for the women he was supposed to meet. It was now after five and they hadn't shown up. His eyes were drawn to the woman, and several times she met his eye just before he could look away, like she was trying to catch him watching her. Over the course of the next half hour, a few men tried to pick her up but she rebuffed their advances in a very cool fashion. She was obviously too good for them. And she was way out of his league.

He scanned the room yet again for the ones he was supposed to meet but still no sign of anybody that matched their description. Checking his watch, he assumed that they had changed their minds. 'O well,' he thought to himself. 'It was worth a try.'

When he turned his head again he was startled to find the woman he was watching standing a foot away towering over him sitting there.

"Do you mind if I sit here with you?" she asked in a confident tone. "I'm meeting a girlfriend of mine here and I am sick of guys trying to pick me up. If I sit here with you they won't bother me, and you appear harmless enough."

"Uh, sure you can sit here" he managed to answer still quite shocked to be approached by this beautiful creature. She sat down and ordered another drink for herself. There was an awkward silence for the next few minutes but it didn't seem to bother her. He didn't have a clue what to say to her and just sat there silent, his mind racing. He was never good at conversation with women and usually ended up sounding stupid if he tried to make small talk.

"I saw you staring at me." She accused him, her eyes boring down on him, like she was studying him.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled apologetically. "I didn't mean to be rude. You're just so beautiful I couldn't help myself." He was blushing heavily now under her gaze and was silently cursing himself because his words sounded so pathetic.

"It's O.K." she said letting him off the hook, "But if you were so attracted to me why didn't you try to pick me up like the other men?" She was watching him intently waiting for his answer.

He let out a small nervous laugh. "I knew it would be a waste of time. You are way out of my league and I knew I didn't stand a chance. You turned down everyone else," He stumbled threw his words.

"I would have been just another conquest for those assholes. They couldn't care less about me or my needs," she said still watching him closely. "Most men are self absorbed assholes these days. All they care about is themselves. Are you any different?"

"I'd like to think so." he answered. 'If she only knew why I'm here,' he thought to himself. He still couldn't believe he was sitting here talking to her.

Just then a stunning redhead approached them. She was even better looking and she gave the woman he was sitting with a kiss on the cheek and sat down beside her. "Sorry I'm late babe but I had a last minute conference call. Is this him?" she asked with a soft feminine voice while looking him over.

The first woman answered her. Yes, my love, it is." She looked over at him and said, "We are the ones you are here to meet. I lied to you about our description. I wanted to see if you would still show up even if you thought we would be less desirable looking. It also allowed me to observe you without you knowing who I was. You passed that test so here is the next one. Go to the bathroom and put these on."

She handed him a small shopping bag. "Go on." She commanded. He took the bag and silently walked to the men's bathroom and entered a stall. He sat there on the toilet for a moment and caught his breath. They had caught him completely off guard and things were happening so fast. He needed a moment to think but all he could think about was how beautiful they were and he might actually get a chance to be a part of their lives.

He didn't want to keep them waiting so he quickly peed and opened the bag. Inside was a pair of black pantyhose. A note inside the bag said 'put these on and throw away the underwear you are wearing'. He was the only one in the men's room and he hoped no one walked in while he was changing. He moved quickly and a moment later he had the pantyhose pulled up all the way to his waist. They felt so sexy especially on his balls and penis, which now was fully erect. He gave his cock a gentle rub through the material enjoying the sensation immensely.

He had to stop this and get back to the ladies. He pulled up his pants and stepped out of the stall. He was glad that his pants were long enough over his shoes to hide the pantyhose as he wore no socks to cover them. There was no way his penis was going to shrink with the feel of the pantyhose rubbing it. He dropped his underwear in the garbage can and hurried back to the table hoping no one would notice his erection.

He sat down across the table from the women, his face red from embarrassment.

"My name is Brooke," The first lady he met told him, "And this is Ashley. If all goes well it will be Master Brooke and Lady Ashley to you. Did you get changed?"

"Yes ma'am I did," he answered meekly.

"Take your shoes off, lift your leg and rest your foot on my lap." He did and then "The other foot too."

Brooke reached under the table with both hands, felt the nylons on his legs. He felt something closing around his left ankle followed by something around his right one. Ankle cuffs. "You can put your feet down." His feet were chained together with only an inch in or two in between. He was trapped, as walking like this would be impossible.

"The reason I wanted you to wear the pantyhose was to show us that what we wanted was more important to you than your male ego. No self respecting macho man would wear them and bruise his ego to please a woman."

"You are off to a good start," Ashley told him in her soft melodic voice. "Don't be nervous. Just be yourself and answer us truthfully. "

Brooke said, "I'm sure you are smart enough to know this isn't a normal job interview and you will be enslaved to do with what we please." He nodded quietly. "You will earn no money, but we will feed, clothe, and house you while in service with us."

"You see, we bought a house in the country that we both love, but we didn't realize how much work it takes to keep such a place clean and maintained. Doing all the chores along with having full time careers is wearing us out," Ashley stated. "Your purpose will to be to enhance our lives by freeing up our time to spend together instead of coming home from work every day and doing household chores. Our time together is very precious to us."

"It gets lonely at home when one of us is away on a business trip. You will be a companion for whoever is home while the other is gone and provide security for our home if we are both away. Do you understand so far?" Brooke asked.

"Yes ma'am I do. It makes sense" He said.

"Good" Ashley chimed in. "This whole crazy idea started when we were thinking of hiring a maid to help with the workload but decided it would cost too much."

"So we started joking about keeping a slave and the more we discussed it, the more it made sense, and we became serious about it." added Brooke. "It seems like the most cost effective, practical solution to our needs, and should be fun for everyone involved if it works out the way we want it to. We are already having loads of fun just discussing what our perfect slave would be like. So far it's all been theoretical but we have finally decided to give it a try for real."

"A lot of it is quite kinky and that is why we put the ad on a fetish website." said Ashley. "We wanted to find someone whose particular kinks and fetishes fit well with our plans to give it the best chance for success and to make him want to live with us, under our control. In exchange for meeting our needs, he will get his fetishes satisfied and enjoy female companionship that he couldn't get otherwise. Now it's time to ask you some questions."

"Please tell us why you think this role is for you." Brooke asked him.

He looked around to ensure no one could hear him. He decided it was best to just be honest. "Being dominated by a woman has always been a part of my fantasies. I guess I'm naturally submissive when it comes to women. I have always wanted to find the right lady to serve, fall madly in love with, and be of great service to her, make her life better. Serving two women at the same time has never occurred to me and is beyond my wildest dreams. I have never been able to ask a woman out for a date. I am just too shy."

Brooke had a thought and asked him" Are you still a virgin?" He nodded yes with downcast eyes.

"Tell us about your sexual fantasies" she added.

"Well I'm completely straight. Don't want anything to do with other men at all." He said shyly. "In all my fantasies I am very submissive to a woman at all times." He looked down finding it impossible to look at them and said "Bondage, especially if it's inescapable, is thrilling to me. Collars, leashes, cages, chains, to be locked up with no hope of escape. I'd like to be kept in line and disciplined. I love the idea of obedience training." There. He said it. It felt so strange to be telling complete strangers his most private and intimate thoughts but if he wanted this role then he had to be open to them.

"What do you think about pony and puppy play? Brooke questioned him. "Have you ever wanted to be kept as an animal?"

"I've read a few websites about that," He answered. "I really liked what I read. Pulling a pony cart would be neat and I would be your dog on a leash any day." She nodded.

"You say you are completely straight and don't want another man to touch you. I can understand that. But what if a woman wanted to use a strap on on you? "Brooke asked him.

"As long as no male is ever involved, I'll do it to please her," he answered meekly. Brooke smiled at him approvingly.

"You obviously enjoy wearing pantyhose from the looks of the erection you had coming back from the bathroom," Brooke stated. "Have you ever worn women's clothing before?"

He blushed heavily and was staring straight at the floor. "Well ...I... I have.... I don't know what to say... ," He stammered. "I kind of like the feel of soft things on my skin. I tried on a few of my mother's clothes when I was a teenager. Just curious you know." He trailed off and couldn't speak.

"And you enjoyed the feel of them?" Brooke asked. With his face beet red, he stared at the floor and just nodded.

"Tell us about your life now." Brooke commanded, breaking the silence.

He explained to them that the only family he had was his mother who he lived with until she died, and moved here a year ago to get a job. He worked at a local factory until the economy crashed and the factory closed. Times got tough and he couldn't find work anywhere after applying for jobs all over town. He also told them that he spent most of his free time watching movies and surfing the internet.

"Searching for porn?" Brooke asked looking directly at him.

He was blushing again. He stared at the floor and quietly said "Yes ma'am. A lot of female domination websites and I have joined some forums online. Being so shy, I find it easier to participate on internet forums than to talk to people in real life. I'm just not a people person and I really hate crowds. That's why I don't go out much and have no friends. I guess I don't relate to other people very well."

Brooke reached into her purse and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. "Write down the forum sites you subscribe to along with username and passwords. I won't hijack them or post anything, but the working passwords will prove to us it is really you making the comments. It will show us how you think." He wrote them all down and passed her the sheet of paper.

"You will be expected to be submissive, subservient, and obedient to us at all times while serving us. We don't want to just train you, we want to redesign you, to reinvent what you are. You will be our designer pet, customized to our needs. That's where it gets fun and kind of kinky." Brooke told him. Ashley let out a giggle. "You will be our bitch, a feminized puppy."

Brooke continued. "We are going to make you wear feminine attire a lot. This isn't about trying to turn you into a woman. Obviously, you could never measure up to what it takes to be one. It's not about having a feminine pet, but a completely emasculated one, to take the male out of his comfort zone and remove his base of power."

"We decided our pet should be someone that wasn't sexually appealing to either of us so that no jealousy would be created between the two of us," said Ashley. "An effeminate male trained to behave like a dog isn't attractive to us in a sexual sense so it should be fine. Our relationship to each other is the most important thing and nothing will be allowed to interfere with it. If this affects our relationship to each other in a negative way, you will be permanently dismissed."

"OK," Brooke said."This is the way it will work. As our bitch you will remain quiet at all times, taking a vow of silence, just like a monk, but will be able to communicate if needed in writing. We will talk to you all the time just like an owner talks to their dog, but just like a real pet you will never answer. You will spend the daytime on your feet, acting as our maid, keeping our house clean and presentable. Dishes, laundry, and cleaning. You will keep the yard neat and tidy, grass cut, flower beds weeded, and any other upkeep needed. Both of our vehicles will be maintained, washed, and vacuumed. You will do things our way, even if it isn't the best or most efficient way."

"When you are done your duties for the day, you will become our helpless pet," Ashley added. "You will crawl on all fours, and be dependent on us for everything. You will be subjected to a lot of bondage and training."

"These roles and our rules will be strictly enforced at all times," Brooke interjected. "We will punish you if needed, but we will never cause you any serious harm. As long as you are submissive, silent, obedient, and hardworking, you can stay with us. If you become more trouble than you're worth, you will be kicked out. Understand?"

"Yes Master Brooke. I understand." He softly answered.

"No male ego would be able to withstand the things we will be expecting from you. We will make you into the most submissive little pet we can." Brooke stated. "Normally men try to project power. You will project weakness and helplessness. This isn't just fantasy for us. It's the lifestyle we actually want to live. Some people are really into pet play, but this is different. You will be forced to live a pet lifestyle 24/7."

"We don't expect you to fall into the role completely right off the bat," said Ashley. "You will be given time to get used to things but we want you to know and accept what's expected of you in the future. If you can't see yourself fulfilling the role as our pet, then there's no sense in going on with this interview. It seems to match pretty well with your fantasies, which is important to us. We don't want you to just live the role but really enjoy it. A relationship will only last if everyone's happy. "

"Any questions?" asked Brooke.

"Yes ma'am. Why didn't you want to know my name?" he inquired.

Brooke thought for a moment then answered, "The reason we didn't ask your name is because we plan on giving you a name just like anyone who gets a new pet. We don't care in the least what your name is now. You will accept the name we give you and never use your previous one." said Brooke. "Your previous life will cease to exist if you become ours."

"Do you think you can become what we want you to be?" asked Ashley.

He said "It sounds very intense but it does fit with my fantasies and I would love to try to serve you. And to be honest, I will soon need a place to live. Once my unemployment insurance runs out in a couple of weeks, I will be evicted and living on the street. I have no money saved. If you want someone completely dependent on you, well that's me."

"We would like to discuss this among ourselves for a few moments, and you need to think this over." Brooke told him. "Wait here while we take a walk and discuss it."

'Like I could go anywhere' he thought to himself feeling the cuffs locking his ankles together.

The ladies got up and walked out.

"Well my love, what do you think?" Brooke asked Ashley. "He seems quite submissive and I like the way he is so tiny. He can't be taller than 5 foot 4." Brooke stood 5 foot 11 with Ashley just 2 inches shorter.

"I like that to," Ashley stated. "Even if we train him to wear heels he will be shorter than us barefoot. It will feel more natural to dominate someone small enough to always look down upon. I think he will be easy to control and could make a cute pet. Let's give him a try." Brooke put her arm around Ashley and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek. At last they would have more time to spend with each other doing what they want instead of housework and lawn maintenance. It would soon be up to their bitch to ensure the chores were done.

He waited for a full 10 minutes, his mind racing, before they returned to the table. When they were seated Brooke asked him, "We decided to give you a chance. Are you ready to become our adopted pet little one?"

"Yes I very much want to serve you and be your property." He answered her in a meek voice. Brooke reached into her purse and pulled out a length of twist link chain and put it around his neck leaving the ends hanging in front of him. She then pulled a good quality padlock from her purse and showed it to him. It had one word engraved on its surface on both sides. 'BITCH' it read. She handed it to him.

"Lock the chain around your neck little one and you will be ours. The only keys to that lock are at home in our safe so once you lock it you will not be able to remove it." Without a second thought he clicked the lock shut.

"From now on you will not talk to us in person unless specifically ordered to with a special command which will be 'SPEAK BITCH'. Even if we ask you a question right to your face, always consider it rhetorical, as you will never answer without hearing that command. If we call you on the phone, you can assume you are free to talk. Do you understand?"

He nodded that he understood. He was now their property, hopefully forever. He wanted to provide a lifetime of service to them. Without a word he gave them his phone number and address, while Brooke unlocked his ankles, and he was dismissed. He went home to wait for their call.


Wednesday

He woke up and the first thing he noticed was the chain locked around his throat. He touched the lock and smiled to himself as he remembered that he was now the property of two beautiful women. As he lay there in bed, he ran the previous evening through his head, over and over. He could hardly believe that they would want him to be a part of their lives. Sure, he understood the arrangement and why they were doing this and thought it was a very clever idea, but nobody had ever wanted him before for anything. He felt like he had won the lottery.

Could he do this? Could he live up to their expectations? He would have to unless he wanted to be homeless, living on the street. He thought about what they said at the meeting. He wasn't going to ever be a boyfriend or lover to them but would be lowered to the status of an animal, a pet highly trained to meet their needs. As he fantasized about being down on his hands and knees, being led around the house on a leash, his hand slid down into his underwear.

Ashley and Brooke were sitting at the dining room table eating a delicious breakfast of pancakes and sausage. They were discussing their favorite subject of late, their newly acquired pet.

"Do you still have your old cell phone sweetheart, or did you throw it out?" Brooke asked.

"We still have it, it's in the junk drawer. Why?" Ashley asked.

"I think we should give it to him to use so that we can use it to control him, and he can use it to text message us. With us forbidding him to speak, it allows some limited communication when needed. I can also set it up to track him with," said Brooke.

"If you create a limited guest account, it will let you control who he can call and text," remembered Ashley. "With a password, you can lock practically all of the controls in it."

"I have a great idea for a ringtone" Brooke laughed. She explained it to Ashley.

"That will be a surprise for him the first time he hears it," Ashley giggled.

"I think we should control his food." Brooke said. "I want him to feel completely dependent on us for his every meal. Like a dog has to wait for you to put food in it's dish."

"So he never prepares his own meals, but waits for us to feed him every time. Except when we are both out of town" Ashley added. "We could even hand feed him with his hands locked behind him. I have read that some animals become more docile when they are hand fed."

"When he's fully trained he will be the most docile pet ever." said Brooke. "I think he should eat out of the same dish for every meal and never use his hands. He should have to wait until we are done eating and he has done the dishes before he gets to eat. Unless we are hand feeding him, he should be on all fours like a dog with the dish on the floor. We will just have to make sure we cut his food up into bite size chunks. Let's buy him a shiny new steel dog dish and put his new name on it."

"OK" answered Ashley. "What about using him sexually? I'm fine with it as long as we put each other's needs first and there are ground rules agreed to beforehand to avoid hurt feelings. We wouldn't have to do without when the other is away. How do you feel about it?"

"Well obviously his cock should be locked up in a chastity device at all times and never touch us. He came to us as a virgin and he should remain a virgin as long as he is with us. We can put his mouth and tongue to good use. You could let him suckle your breasts. You can never get enough of that babe." Brooke said smiling at her.

"Yes, I can't wait," said Ashley smiling. "You can give his bum a good screwing with a strap on when I'm not home for you. But don't ever use 'My Husband' on him." 'My Husband' was what Ashley called the strap-on dildo that Brooke wore and used on her while making love. "And only do him doggy style, not face to face like we do. And, no kissing him on the lips."

"Definitely not. Your lips are all mine!" Brooke laughed. "But seriously, if either of us feels jealousy in any way we talk it over and if it isn't resolved, we put an end to it. I wouldn't jeopardize our relationship for this. Personally I can't see myself being jealous at all. His chastity device stays locked on at all times and with him being so short and completely emasculated, it shouldn't leave anything for us to get jealous about. He will be nothing you would ever think of as a lover. He'd be nothing more than a sexual aid, like a vibrator. We both want more orgasms then we have been getting. With our limited time together, I think his tongue is the ideal solution."

"Okay, I agree. I think if we do this it will motivate him to serve us and please us better." said Ashley. "He will become addicted to us."

"Did your ex-husband ever go down on you Babe?" Ashley asked Brooke.

"No, he didn't really care about my pleasure at all," Brooke answered. "But I had one boyfriend who was really good at it and I made him lick me off every time we were intimate. I've always preferred external stimulation, even before I was married. Penetration has never been very comfortable for me. How about your ex? Was he good at it?"

"I really enjoyed him going down on me. And he would make me cum like a wildcat like that, but I was never completely satisfied until he entered me. It just makes me hornier, until I am penetrated which fulfills me completely. That's why I need 'My Husband' so much. So if our pet services me while you are at work, I will be like a cat in heat when you get home. Expect to be raped when you come through the door because I will be aching for you."

"Hmm, I like that. We will have to allow him to orgasm somehow." Brooke said. "Otherwise he would be teased to death pleasuring us without release himself. He would lose hope for release and eventually might lose interest in anything sexual. But he should be tied up helpless every time and completely controlled by us. He should never be given relief at the same time he's pleasuring us. Keep it a completely separate act at a different time so that it's never anything like mutual sex. It's another way we can control him keeping him dependent and grateful towards us."

"Good" Ashley responded. "Let's make his orgasms dependent on his behavior. The better he acts out the role we create for him, the more orgasms he is allowed. But we should ration them enough to keep him horny most of the time. Too many orgasms will make him lazy and lose interest so I think at the very most once a week. We should tie him up helpless every time before removing the chastity device and never let him touch his penis."

"We'll jerk him off only while wearing gloves" Brooke suggested. "His dick never touches our bare skin. Treat it like it's disgusting and offensive. I was thinking about wearing rubber stockings and allowing him to hump my leg like a horny dog. Once he cums, I will make him lick my leg clean and lock him back up. I really love the idea of making a guy crawl like a dog."

"That's an awesome idea!" Ashley exclaimed. "He will be the dog of your dreams. I love your devious mind. If he can handle all that we plan to do with him we are going to have a lot of fun with this and be treated like queens."

"He will treat you like a queen. I intend to be treated like a king." Brooke giggled. "He will learn very quickly who the man of the house is as he feels every inch of my strap on in both of his holes. He will feel like a bitch when I'm done with him." They both had a great laugh at that one.

"Awesome! How should we clothe him?" Ashley queried. "Make him wear a dress in the house or maybe a maids outfit?"

"Sure, but a dress wouldn't be too practical outside though," Brooke interjected, "especially while clearing snow in winter. A pink snowsuit shouldn't let him feel masculine though. In summer he can wear spandex or yoga pants outside. I don't think he should be allowed men's pants at all."

Do you want him to wear high heels all the time?" asked Ashley. "I know how much you love them on me and I love wearing them for you."

"You are absolutely gorgeous in heels Babe. Again, not very practical outside. But I see no problem with making him wear them inside some of the time. We are planned to keep his head always shaved just like the rest of him so he will need some kind of head covering. Making him wear a baby bonnet all the time will look cute and be emasculating." Brooke suggested.

With shaping and thinning his eyebrows I bet we could even make him look pretty." Ashley laughed. "That will work for maid mode but what about pet mode? "

"I think a rubber or spandex suit covering his body when it's colder. In the hot summer we can just keep him naked." Brooke answered. "I saw this cute little hood with a built in collar on the internet last night. It was black and had big floppy dog ears attached to it. Really cute. It had eye openings, nose holes and a mouth opening for breathing so it can be worn long term. You said that you planned on bottle feeding him so this should work for that. We can find some fist mitts in the matching color. I am designing some booties for him to wear that have thumbtacks built in to them. If he tries to put any weight on his feet, or use his feet for anything, the tacks will poke through the foam and connect with his feet causing pain. He won't be able to remove the booties from his feet because of the fist mitts. He will only be able to crawl around on all fours until we take them off him."

"You are so clever." Ashley said impressed. "The poor thing will be so helpless in pet mode. Do you think he will be able to withstand it?"

"I hope so. Time will tell. It will be a lot to demand of him but we can make him enjoy it. The way I figured it, he should always be happy to change modes. After being in maid mode, being on his feet all day with very little physical contact from us, he will be happy to become a helpless pet with no more duties or responsibilities. This is when he gets his rewards for working hard all day to please us. He gets lots of cuddles, petting, being babied and a chance to sexually service us if we are in the mood. I think he will be in heaven. He will spend the whole night locked in the fist mitts and tack booties and by morning he will look forward to changing into maid mode and have his restraints removed. It will feel good to be able to stand up and move around freely after crawling around all night." Brooke thought out loud.

"I think that will work," said Ashley, "But we should think about diapers for him to wear at night as he won't be able to go to the washroom by himself like that. How about sleeping arrangements? Where's he going to sleep when he's here? Do we allow him on the bed? Do we lock him in a cage? He is going to be pretty helpless already locked down on his hands and knees. Very easy to control."

"For now, why don't we put a baby gate across the closet door just behind the bi-fold door? With him locked in fist mitts and his tack booties, I don't think he could get out even if he wanted to. We put a mat down on the closet floor for him to sleep on. He gets to sleep in the same room with us, which he will enjoy, and if we want privacy we just close the bi-fold door. It would make a great ritual every night of leading him to the closet on a leash, pushing him inside and locking the baby gate. He would feel more controlled by us. As for allowing him on the bed, I don't know. We weren't going to allow him on the furniture."

"I kind of like the idea on those cold winter nights when you aren't home to let him sleep on the bed to keep me warm. If he is in pet mode and leashed to the headboard he is helpless. When you get home you can lead him to the closet and lock him in. Your side of the bed would be nice and warm for you when you crawl in. I would like to make this one exception to the no furniture rule if it's okay with you." Ashley stated.

"I'm okay with it, but getting onto the bed with his tack-booties on will be impossible for him. You will have to remove them to do this," said Brooke.

"I guess we will see when the time comes if it's worth it," Ashley answered.

"Okay. So we need to buy a baby gate. One that's strong enough to hold a very large baby. And a floor mat for him to sleep on. The closet will give him lots of room so that he isn't cramped. It can be his kennel for when we want him out of the way. What do you think?" asked Brooke.

"Sounds good. It looks like we will be doing some shopping." Ashley said getting up from the table. She grabbed a notepad and started adding to the list of items for purchase. "A stainless steel dog dish, a puppy hood, locking fist mitts, baby bottles, adult diapers, dresses, a rubber suit, a few baby bonnets, shoes. All that stuff should ensure he won't look or feel like a human male. Anything else?"

"A pair of handcuffs for locking his wrists behind him. We should get a riding crop, a cane and a leather paddle. I'm sure our new pet will need to be spanked. I want to be well equipped to enforce discipline." said Brooke. "And I almost forgot his chastity device."

"Some of it we can get in town, but some will have to be ordered online" Ashley stated.

They jumped in Brooke's car and headed to town to get what they could. There was a decent sex toy store in town where they shopped for toys before. They bought handcuffs and a chastity device that should work. A few retail stores followed and finally, a pet store where they bought a stainless dog food dish. They picked a new name for their pet and had it engraved. Just one more stop to get Ashley's old cell phone reactivated. They drove back home and after supper, they shopped online.


Thursday

Over a full day had passed since he had his interview and he hadn't received a call from the ladies. Did they lose his phone number? Did they find someone better than him to serve their needs? Was the whole thing just a joke? Since his interview they were all that he could think about. He was starting to worry that he would never hear from them again and his heart was filled with dread. Numerous times he had looked in the mirror at the chain locked on his neck and read 'BITCH' on the lock. It was his slave collar, their mark of ownership of him. He was their bitch. He loved the fact that it was locked on and he couldn't remove it. He would stare at the phone but the darn thing wouldn't ring. He didn't leave his apartment at all since the meeting because he was scared to miss their call. He wished he had a cell phone. He was getting low on groceries and would need to go out sooner or later but for now he was staying put.

A knock on the door startled him out of his thoughts. Who could that be? With no peephole in his door, he couldn't even check. Did they come over instead of calling him? He wanted to cover up the lock hanging from his neck if it was someone else at the door but if it was them, he wanted them to see him displaying it proudly. Another knock, louder this time, prompted him to action. He buttoned up his shirt and then ran to the door and opened it. It was a delivery man.

"I have a package for this address but it has no name," said the deliveryman. "It just says 'Occupant' on it. Will you accept it?"

"Uh, yes I will accept it," he said.

"Sign here please," the delivery man said. He signed for the package, thanked the guy and closed the door. It had to be from them. No name given to them and no name on the package. It was wrapped in plain brown paper with layers of packing tape over top. He quickly grabbed a kitchen knife and cut the package open. The first thing he saw was an envelope with 'for our bitch' written in handwriting on it. He opened it to read:

Hello bitch. Do you miss us? Did you fear we forgot about you? Well not to worry little one. We have been busy preparing to bring our pet home. In this box you will find a couple of the implements we will use to control you.

First is the cell phone. It's password protected so that you can't change any of the settings in it. It will only allow you to call or text two numbers pre-programmed into it, our cell phones. It blocks any other numbers. Only call in emergencies as you are forbidden to speak otherwise. You will be punished and suffer for every word spoken.

Texting will be your primary means of talking to us, but it will also be limited to important communications, questions you may have, or anything you feel is essential for us to know. No regular conversation. Remember your role while texting us. How would a pet phrase its words if it could talk to its owners?

You will also text us to ask permission before leaving your apartment. The cellphone has GPS tracking enabled. It will send a notification to us if you leave and let us know exactly where you are at all times. It will ensure our complete access to you. If you are caught without it or fail to answer a call or text message, it will result in serious consequences and maybe even permanent dismissal. Have the phone with you at all times.

Second item is the CB-3000. It is a chastity device. I'm sure you know what that means. It has different ring sizes and spacers. You will use these to get the proper fit so that it can't be pulled off without unlocking it but is still comfortable enough to wear. It is important for you to get used to it because you will not be allowed in our home without it securely locked on you.

The lock supplied with it will be a temporary one while you get used to wearing the device. You have one of the keys to be kept in your apartment at all times. The other key will be locked in our safe. Your penis will always be securely locked away while serving us. No matter how long you remain with us in the future you will not be allowed sexual intercourse with us or anybody else keeping your virginity intact. Once we change to the permanent lock you will no longer have a key and only we will ever remove the device from you.

Don't worry. We will still allow you orgasms but they will be under our complete control and will be rationed to ensure your desire to please us remains strong. If you prove to be submissive enough and play your role to the fullest, we may use you to pleasure us sexually in other ways.

Next is a pair of handcuffs. Practice wearing them for hours at a time behind your back. Included in the box is a pair of ladies leather gloves. You will wear these whenever the handcuffs are locked on. They will protect your wrists from abrasion.

Wearing these will teach you that your hands are instruments to serve us, and that they are put away when not working for us. You must learn to depend on us for your needs, and to look after you, just like any other pet.

Signed, Your Lady and Master

He decided to try the chastity device on first. He tried various ring and spacer combinations until the fit felt right and then locked the padlock. It felt weird not being able to touch himself. The penis tube prevented his cock from growing even half its normal size and forced it downward, between his legs. It felt strange but he would have to get used to it.

Now that he had the cellphone, it was time to go grocery shopping, but he needed to text his new owners for permission. He thought of how a dog would sound if it could talk, begging to leave the apartment.

'Please Master. Your bitch needs food. May it fetch some from the store?' he texted.

He went to the bathroom while waiting for an answer and discovered that he would have no choice but to sit like a girl while peeing. With this chastity device locked on, standing would be highly problematic and probably not even worth trying.

It took a few minutes to pee the first time in it as he was still partially hard from the excitement of wearing it. He was dabbing the tip of the device with toilet paper, catching the last few drips when he heard his new cellphone in the other room going off.

The ringtone for receiving a text was rather humiliating. The sound was of a woman whistling for her dog and calling 'Here girl! Here girl!' and was followed by more whistling. It was Master Brookes voice. And, while it was calling him he ran to it like an obedient dog made him feel more humiliated. Well, he would be doing that a lot in the future and might as well get used to it. He read the message.

'Fetch little one. But wear the chastity device and the pantyhose you wore home the other night. No big boy underwear for my bitch anymore. Gather all your male underwear up and throw it in the trash dumpster outside when you leave. You have exactly one hour to shop and be back in your apartment. There's a good girl.'

He would have to hurry to be back in an hour. He quickly emptied his underwear drawer into a plastic shopping bag and tied the top closed with the handles. Grabbing the pantyhose off of his side table he smoothed the nylons up his legs and pulled them up over his ass. The chastity device was a good thing at the moment as his cock tried to grow again, but couldn't. The sexy feeling of the nylons on his legs was getting him excited just like before. At least he wouldn't be walking around with a huge erection this time. He finished getting dressed, grabbed the cell phone, and hurried out the door and down the street to the grocery store. He just entered the store when his phone started whistling and calling him. He hurried down an empty aisle before someone noticed him and checked the message.

'Find the store's washroom immediately and enter a toilet stall. Answer me when you have done this'

What was this about? After a minute or two he found it and answered his Master.

'In a toilet stall Master.' He texted.

'Good girl. Pull down your pants and using the phone's camera, take a picture of your crotch and send it to me. This is to show me that you are wearing your chastity device and pantyhose as ordered.'

He did as he was told.

'Just making sure my bitch is being obedient. Fetch some food and get home.'

He pulled up his pants and hurried out of the bathroom. Thank god he wore the pantyhose and chastity device as he didn't even consider that they might check up on him. These ladies were smart and resourceful and were doing a great job of keeping him on his toes. He felt so controlled and he loved it. He quickly finished his shopping and jogged home. Breathing heavily, he entered his apartment with less than a minute to spare.

As soon as he got in the door his phone started whistling and calling him.

'My bitch is so obedient! Good girl! You will stay home tonight and tomorrow. Get used to the chastity device.'

He caught his breath and put away the groceries. His balls were aching. Running in the chastity device before getting accustomed to it was a bad idea but he had no choice, he had to get home before the hour was up. He removed the pantyhose and with the key, removed the device. He would give his genitals a rest and try wearing it again later.

Brooke set her phone down. She was already enjoying controlling him and she had barely touched him so far.

"Is everything going okay?" Ashley asked handing Brooke a cup of tea. "Was that him you were texting?"

"Good so far Babe." Brooke stated taking the cup with one hand and grabbing a handful of Ashley's bum with the other. She explained what happened and showed Ashley the picture he took of himself in the store's washroom. "He has been very obedient so far. It looks like he is really into this."

"He actually ran all the way home? Wow." Ashley laughingly exclaimed. "He must want this pretty bad. It looks like it's going to work out. So what's next?"

"Well the tracking software is working excellent. It sent a message to my cell phone as soon as he left home and then I easily tracked him on the map. We'll keep him at home while he gets used to the chastity device. He is responding well to my control so far. I think we should bring him out here on the weekend to start some hands on training. That reminds me, we still have to move the steel trunk to the back porch and find a lock for it."

"Okay I'll go empty it out." Ashley said and turned to leave. Brooke grabbed her by the wrist and gently pulled her back.

"Later". She wrapped her arms around her lover and gave her a wet kiss. Ashley's body twitched and shuddered as Brooke kissed her on the neck and cupped her breast. She pushed Ashley down onto the couch and undressed her. Still kissing her neck and making her squirm she worked her way down to one of her breasts and gently began to suck on it. Ashley absolutely loved having her nipples sucked and could spend hours like this. It was her favorite thing. Well maybe equal to Brooke taking her with her strap on. That sent her over the edge every time. And kissing Brooke was awesome.

They spent a lot of their time kissing. Their lips just seemed to belong together going from hot and passionate one moment to gentle and intimate the next. They could spend the whole afternoon like this and often did when they could find the time. Their lives were just too busy.

Ashley pushed Brooke off of her and led her to the bedroom. She reached into the top drawer of the dresser and pulled out Brooke's strap on. She gently kissed Brooke on the lips and breathlessly said "I need my husband" handing the strap on to Brooke. Brooke wasted no time getting her clothes off and with a well practiced hand stepped into the strap on and ratcheted it down tight. She sat at the foot of the bed. Ashley straddled her lap facing her, spread herself open with one hand and with a lusty sigh mounted Brookes black cock. Her eyes rolled back as she slid down its shaft, impaling herself until she was sitting on Brookes lap and their lips connected once again. They continued kissing as Ashley rolled her hips, riding her 'husband'.

Their breasts rubbed together nipples at full attention. Ashley achieved a nice rolling orgasm. The combination of the strap on and kissing was perfect. She climbed off Brooke and lay out on the bed. She knew Brooke wouldn't achieve orgasm in the previous position because the angle of the strap on was wrong to rub her clit. It had to be at the correct angle to rub her the right way. Both missionary and doggie positions would work but they rarely did doggie. They preferred to make love facing each other for the intimacy and kissing.

For Brooke, orgasm could only be achieved by clitoral stimulation. She never enjoyed penetration. The strap on harness they used was just right for stimulating her clit and she achieved wonderful orgasms when she mounted Ashley with it. She felt powerful and in control wearing it and using it.

Even though Brooke wasn't butch,she liked to think of herself as the man of the house. Ashley knew this and played along often referring to Brooke as 'her man' and her strap-on as 'her husband'. Brooke enjoyed breast stimulation to a point but nowhere near as much as Ashley who could spend hours having her breasts worshiped. Brooke crawled up the bed on hands and knees, kissing Ashley's belly and breasts and dragging her 'cock' up Ashley's leg along the way. Ashley reached down and parted herself begging Brooke with her eyes to take her. Brooke eased her 'manhood' inside, always the gentle lover. "I love you Ashley" she said. They kissed as their bodies melted together.

He spent the afternoon cleaning his apartment. There was nothing else to do since Master ordered him to stay home. He took the time to rinse out the pantyhose and hung them over the shower rod in his bathroom to dry. He anticipated having to wear them again and he wanted them clean and ready.

After supper he felt that he was ready to wear the chastity device again. The only problem was that to get his penis into the tiny cock cage, he had to be completely flaccid. However, the idea of his owners making him wear it was making him horny. Of course he could just jerk off and afterwards he would go soft, but he felt that it would be wrong. The idea of making him wear the chastity device was to prevent his orgasms, and he figured he should be denied any for at least a couple of days before serving his new owners to get him in the right frame of mind.

He decided to check information on the devices' website to fix the problem. It suggested ice on the genitals to make it flaccid. It was cold as hell but it worked. He decided to keep the chastity device on from now on if possible.

Next he checked out the handcuffs. He had never worn them before but many times fantasized about being locked in them. He grabbed the key and tested to make sure it would open them before he wore them for the first time. He tried the gloves on. They were a tight fit and he had to work a bit to get them over his hands. They were pastel pink, soft kidskin leather gauntlets that went halfway up to his elbows. The feel of them and the smell was making him horny. He touched his face with them and they felt sexy.

Next were the handcuffs. He made sure that the key was in reach then locked them on one wrist, put his hands behind his back, and locked them on the other wrist. He was told in the letter to wear them hours at a time for practice around the apartment so he assumed he would be like this a lot in the future. He walked around the apartment a couple of times to get the feel of wearing them. It wasn't as uncomfortable as it looked in pictures on the internet and the gloves padded his wrists well. With practice and the right stretches he knew he would get used to it. It did leave him feeling helpless and quite vulnerable which was what they wanted. They also made him feel very horny.

In the interview the ladies expressed their love of bondage and keeping someone helpless and he would fulfill that need. He decided to take the handcuffs and gloves off for the night planning to start wearing them tomorrow. He backed himself up to the table to get the key. Surprisingly, he found it very difficult to pick up the key while wearing the leather gloves. They masked his sense of touch to feel for the key. Also, they limited his dexterity. He had to look over his shoulder to line up the key with his hand and found it much easier to slide the key to the edge of the table to get it in his grasp.

The next surprise was trying to put the key in the keyhole as he couldn't feel the keyhole with his fingertips to line up the key. After struggling for about 5 minutes he managed to get one wrist free and unlocked the other wrist in front of him. To get the gloves off he had to pull each finger loose with his teeth and then slide the glove off. He remembered seeing a woman do it in an old movie once.

He spent the rest of the evening on femdom websites even though it just tormented him in the chastity device.


Friday

Ashley awoke to the sound of birds chirping in the tree outside the bedroom window. She delicately fingered the stainless steel collar that was locked around her throat. It was permanently attached to a 5 foot long chain that led to an identical collar securely locked around Brooke's neck who was still sleeping snuggled up next to her.

It was something they enjoyed wearing often when they were together keeping them close within touching distance of each other. Once they wore it an entire long weekend from Friday evening until Tuesday morning when it had to come off to go to work. The five foot chain allowed them enough freedom apart to cook in the kitchen and do things around the house while keeping their bodies locked together as one, like a team of ponies. It had a feeling of bondage to it that they loved and enhanced their intimacy.

It was built from high quality stainless steel and very secure but quite comfortable to wear with the lock built in. It was impossible to remove without the key which was kept hanging on a eyebolt in the ceiling of the walk in closet. The idea was that it took both of them cooperating together to reach the key. If one of them didn't want their bodies unlocked then the other couldn't do anything about it. They could hold each other prisoner and still be equal and it made them work as a team to do things. They loved to sneak up behind each other and quickly snap it shut around the other ones neck while already locked on their own.

Brooke stirred and opened her eyes catching Ashley watching her while she slept. She slid down the bed a bit and latched on to Ashley's left breast and started to suck feeling her lover's body let out an involuntary tremble. Ashley gave a content sigh. She was in heaven anytime Brooke suckled her and often fantasized about actually producing milk and feeding someone from her breast. Ashley had strong mothering instinct and a need to nurture, but knew she could never have children so it remained an unfulfilled desire.

After a few more minutes cuddling they got up, took turns peeing and jumped in the shower. After breakfast they decided that they would have to separate their bodies to prepare for their new pets first visit. Into the closet they went and Brook climbed up the stepladder to retrieve the key. She unlocked both collars and put the key back ready for next time. They both always felt a slight sense of loss whenever the collars came off.

Ashley cleaned out the steel trunk and together they moved it into the back porch. When their pet came over, he would enter the back porch and take out whatever clothing and restraints that was left in the trunk for him and put them on. All his clothes, his shoes, wallet and keys would be placed into the trunk and locked away out of his reach until he was dismissed at the end of his visit.

They felt that this ritual would make him feel more helpless and stuck here until given their permission to leave. It would help his mind transition between being a slave here and his life away from the farm. Once he was dressed in his slave clothes, he would handcuff his wrists behind his back and kneel in front of the door to the rest of the house and wait to be led in by a leash.

Brooke installed the baby gate behind the closet door in the bedroom. Having him sleep in the bottom of the closet among their high heel boots and shoes should also help to develop his foot fetish.

All that was left to do was roll out the foam mattress. It was just big enough for a small person to sleep comfortably on. A well rested slave is a better serving slave.

"We should really test to make sure he won't be able to escape the closet," Ashley told Brooke.

"What did you have in mind sweetie?" asked Brooke.

"Did you finish making the tack booties?"

"Yes, I did. His feet are close enough in size to mine so I made them to fit me. They work as good as I hoped they would. I put thumb tacks in foam not only in the sole so that he can't stand up, but also on the sides and top so he won't be able to push or kick with his feet either. Even kneeling upright is too painful. His feet will be perfectly useless with them on. It takes a little pressure for the foam to be compressed enough to feel the points. I bought some good quality knee pads for him to crawl around on."

"Put them on and wait here," Ashley told her. In a minute she came back with woolen mittens and some black electrical tape. Brooke already had the tack booties and knee pads on. Ashley put the mitts on Brooke and taped her hands into fists to imitate how their pet would be kept at night.

"In you go" Ashley giggled closing the baby gate locking Brooke into the closet. She then did a sexy striptease and started playing with herself while Brooke watched. She opened the drawer and pulled out 'her husband', the strap-on that Brooke used to make love to her. Lying back on the bed making sure Brooke could see everything she started to slowly fuck herself moaning with pleasure.

"Oh Brooke, I need you darling." Ashley purred while she slowly stroked herself. "I need my man so bad!"

Brooke tried to escape the baby gate. First she tried to work the latch but with her hands locked into fists, it was impossible. Next she tried to get over the gate but hurt her foot trying to push herself over. She then tried to crash through by driving her shoulder into it. But crawling didn't let her get any momentum up to hit it with any force and the gate easily held her.

Ashley was really starting to moan and she wanted to get to her. She tried laying on her back and pushing on the gate with the back of her ankles. It held firm. All she could do was watch as Ashley brought herself to her first orgasm.

Looking back at Brooke with lust in her eyes, she came hard. She then got up and opened the gate. Instead of taking the restraints off of Brooke, she mounted the strap on onto Brooke and then climbed under her so Brooke could mount her. Ashley helped guide it in as Brooke started thrusting into her. They both hit their peak together and Brooke collapsed on top of Ashley. After some time kissing Brooke crawled off and Ashley released her.

"Well the baby gate will hold him no problem," Brooke said. "I am quite a bit bigger than him and I wasn't going anywhere. I loved your devious idea for testing it, Darling. The fist mitts and tack booties will keep him down on all fours and quite helpless."

Brooke sat at the computer and wrote his instructions in an email:

Pet. Are you ready for your big day? Don't be nervous. Just follow these instructions and everything will be fine. Bring your cell phone, handcuffs, and gloves with you when you come. Of course you will be wearing your chastity device and leaving the key at home. You should arrive at our farm at 9:45 in the morning by cab. Get out of the cab at the end of the driveway and walk to the house. You will enter the front porch but go no further. You will find a metal storage trunk there. Open the trunk and remove the contents. You will find a note with further instructions inside. You will follow these instructions precisely. At 10:00 am we will come for you. We will decide tomorrow evening if you are spending the night here or being sent home. Good night puppy. Try to get some sleep. Master.

Brooke sent the email and went looking for Ashley who was making the final preparations for tomorrow. Ashley was busy wrapping the stainless steel dog dish they found at the local pet store. It was wider then a normal dog dish, almost like a plate, but with a inch high lip around it. A human puppy didn't have the long snout a real dog had and would need this type be able to eat out of it. When they presented it to him, their pet would finally learn its new name that they had chosen for him. The only name he would ever have in the future.

Ashley was bent over the trunk in the back porch installing what would be needed for tomorrow. Brooke took advantage of the opportunity and felt Ashley up, her hands under her skirt and delving into her panties. Ashley was soaking wet and her whole body shuddered at the feel of Brooke's hand on her crotch, parting her lips and finding her clit.

Ashley let out a low moan and started bucking and rubbing herself against Brooke's hand trying to gain maximum stimulation. Brooke closed the lid of the trunk and pushed Ashley down onto it pinning her there with one hand while masturbating her with the other. Her fingers worked feverishly rubbing her love button and then sliding inside, finger fucking her, sending her to the moon in one big climax. Brooke released her, helped her up and they kissed.

"Oh, you are so dominant today," Ashley purred. "What's on your mind?" She laughed. "Can't wait for a certain pet to get here to play with?

"Same thing that's on yours I guess Miss Soaked Panties." Brooke retorted. "I thought my hand was going to drown. And it was a little payback for earlier in the bedroom." They kissed again.

He kept checking his email every ten minutes until it finally arrived. He read and reread the email but was disappointed that it didn't contain much information. He was hoping it would tell him more about tomorrow but just led him to another set of instructions with no clues to what they had planned for him. It would just have to be a surprise for when he arrived.

He decided to use his waiting time productively cleaning the apartment from head to toe. While doing it he fantasized that he was doing the cleaning for his new owners and it would be inspected by them with punishment forthcoming if done poorly. An hour and a half later, the apartment was spotless, probably the cleanest it had ever been since he moved in. He made himself supper, two hotdogs and a coke to wash them down. He texted them for permission to eat and got confirmation.

He was so full of nervous sexual energy but could do nothing about it with the chastity device on. He usually jerked himself off at least once a day sometimes twice if he was into the porn. That's all changed now and he would have to get used to it. The idea that his sexuality has been taken away from him and was under the control of two lovely ladies just made him hornier and added to his frustration. All the kinky practice with the restraints sure didn't help the problem either. Did the ladies know how all this was affecting him? He was sure they did and was part of their plan. This was going to be a wild ride.

He pulled on his pink leather gloves and handcuffed himself after a quick bathroom trip. He paced around again. He was so fidgety, so full of energy and too powerless to do anything about it being so restricted by someone who wasn't even there. And this was just the beginning of his adventure.


Saturday

Seven o'clock finally rolled around. He managed to get a couple of hours sleep but was wide awake before six. There was nothing to do but lay there until seven. He jumped into the shower, shaved and made himself a big breakfast not knowing when he would get a chance to eat again.

He hailed a cab and gave the driver the instructions. Fifteen minutes later the cab stopped at the end of the driveway as instructed and he climbed out. The driver was paid and the cab left. He took a moment and just looked up the tree lined driveway, which had a slight incline as it curved up to the right. Nothing was visible from the road, including the house. Taking a deep breath, he slowly walked up the driveway.

He entered the front porch and saw the steel trunk sitting there. Nervously he opened the lid. The first thing he saw was a note. Instructions.

Pet,

Take everything out of the trunk. Remove ALL your clothes and put them in the trunk along with your wallet, apartment keys, cell phone and anything else you have with you. Close the lid and padlock it. You will wear everything that was in the bag in the trunk and then put on your gloves and handcuff your wrists behind you. You will wait for us to come for you. Master.

He removed the bag from the trunk and stripped down until he was only wearing the chastity device. Putting everything in the trunk and double checking he didn't forget anything, he closed the lid and locked it.

There. Suddenly, he realized his helpless situation. With no access to his clothes or keys he was already pretty much their prisoner because to leave now would mean walking down the road naked. Even if he did, which he would never do, and managed to get all the way home, he was locked out of his apartment so he had nowhere to go.

He opened the bag and removed its contents. It only contained two things. The first was an adult sized diaper and the second was a leather collar, which was pink to match the color of his gloves perfectly. He put his diaper on and looked down at it. It was white with pink designs on it. Just wearing it guaranteed he wouldn't feel like a man.

He wrapped the collar around his neck and buckled it.

All that was left to do was pull on his gloves and handcuff himself which he did. He got down on his knees to wait for them. He didn't have a watch or clock to tell him what time it was, so he didn't know how long he would have to wait.

About ten minutes later Brooke opened the door carrying a dog leash. She clipped it to the ring on his collar and pulled up on it leading him to a standing position. Without saying a word she held the leash handle in one hand and grabbed the chain close to his collar with the other and steered him through the house until they reached the sitting room.

Ashley was sitting there on the couch. Brooke stood in front of the couch and held the leash low and stepped on it so that the chain was between the toe and heel of her right shoe so that it acted like a pulley. "Heel" she ordered. She pulled up on the leash which dragged his face downward until it was firmly held in position cradled between her shoes, his cheeks held tight against the leather, and his eyes staring at the floor. Then she sat down beside Ashley while still pulling on the leash keeping his face forced tightly against her feet.

Neither lady spoke to him, while drinking tea and chatting. With his face held tightly between Brooke's feet, he couldn't even look up at them.

Ten minutes later, their cups were empty and they finished their conversation. Brooke stepped off of the leash and pulled him up to a kneeling position. "Now my little one" she said looking down into his eyes. "Are you ready to learn today? We have so much to teach you. You won't learn everything you need to know today, that will take time, but we will get a start. You are very shy aren't you"she asked him and he tried to lower his eyes to the floor but she pulled up on the leash to stop him from taking his eyes off of hers. "Remember, you are not to say a single word to us from now on unless it's an emergency like you are choking or in pain. Any questions you have you will save until you go home and then ask them in an email or text. If you are experiencing pain or discomfort, if you are in distress, or you just can't handle serving us anymore you will whine and whimper like a dog to get our attention and we will let you tell us what's wrong. Try it now."

He gave them his best puppy dog whine and Brooke patted his head "There's a good little bitch." She led him through the house again, room by room, showing him the layout of their lovely house, explaining what was expected of him in the way of cleaning and maintenance, and where the cleaning supplies were.

She then put some pink Crocs on his feet and led him around the yard explaining the yard work he would be doing. He felt so self-conscious walking around outside wearing a diaper and bound helpless, being led around on a leash. What if someone came up the driveway and seen him? He would die of embarrassment. He would do anything for these ladies in private but didn't want to be seen by anyone else. If Brooke noticed his uneasiness she never showed it and kept on leading him around and giving instructions.

He would start off washing their vehicles. She showed him were everything he needed was in the garage and then removed the handcuffs. She told him to meet them in the backyard when done. He removed his leather gloves and got to work.

He washed, waxed and vacuumed both vehicles in just over 2 hours. He carefully looked over both vehicles to make sure he didn't miss anything and decided they would pass inspection. He put on his gloves, cuffed his hands behind him, and went to the back yard to search for his owners.

Ashley and Brooke were stretched out sunning themselves on loungers on the back deck. He knelt down a few feet away from Brooke's feet and patiently waited.

Brooke hooked the leash to his collar again and led him back into the house with Ashley following. She led him into the spare bedroom which was empty except for a hook in the ceiling on which a spreader bar was hanging. From this bar at each end, chains hung down to the floor to the ends of another spreader bar near the floor.

They unlocked his hands from the cuffs and attached them to the top spreader bar. They each took an ankle and spread his legs open and locked them in place on the lower bar. He could do nothing but stand there helplessly. Brooke reminded him not to talk and left the room.

Ashley approached him holding a baby bottle. He was quite thirsty from working. She pressed the side of his head against her bosom and held the baby bottle up for him to drink. He put up no struggle and accepted the nipple and began to suck on it. "That's a good little baby" she cooed in his ear. "Drink it all".

She stroked the side of his head as he drank. He just stared up into her beautiful green eyes while suckling and she watched him drink. Her breasts felt wonderful on his cheek. He wished it was one of her nipples in his mouth instead of the bottle. He had felt nervous while Brooke was handling him but in Ashley's arms he felt totally content. She was absolutely beautiful and he was in love with her already. She had such a gentle touch.

He opened his eyes when he started sucking air. He didn't even notice himself drifting off. He looked up at her face and she was still looking back at him, smiling. "All gone" she told him and gave his face a little rub.

She checked his diaper. "My baby hasn't gone pee pee yet. We won't start until you have. I'll come back and check on you in a while." she stated walking out the door and closing it behind her.

He stood there alone and unable to move. They wanted him to pee in his diaper. He had to go at this point but it was hard to do. If he did pee would the diaper hold it all? It was a girls diaper and he was a boy. The absorbent padding would be in the wrong place to catch it. And then he remembered the chastity device. How could he forget that he was wearing it? It forced his penis down between his legs so that he would pee like a girl.

This all felt so strange to him but they were waiting for him to pee. He didn't want them to come back and be mad at him still being dry. He concentrated his effort and felt a little trickle come out, and then some more. As his diaper filled it became heavier and warm. As he finished he looked down surprised that not a drop escaped. What a relief. All he had to do now was wait for them to return.

"That rig you built to hold him standing spread eagle works great." Ashley told Brooke in the next room. They decided to have a cup of tea and a sandwich. What they had planned for him would take some time to complete.

"Yes it holds him in place well." Brooke agreed. "He should be easy to work on."

Half an hour later Brooke and Ashley entered the room and walked around him so that he could see them. "We are about to get started on you my pet. You've had all week to think about what you are getting yourself into. This is your opportunity to back out if you still want to. If you remain silent we will assume we have your consent and proceed. Ashley darling, would you remove the diaper please?"

He had no reason to stop now. Before these ladies came into his life he barely existed, lucky to keep food on the table and a roof over his head. His unemployment insurance would soon run out and he may end up living on the street. And his life was so boring, hardly worth living. This last week had been more exciting than all of his previous years combined.

He was under the control of these two beauties now. It was kind of scary the way things were moving so fast but he felt safe in their custody. He was in this for as long as they would keep him. Forever he hoped. He remained silent looking at the floor in front of him.

Ashley removed his soaked diaper and washed his bum while Brooke installed a posture collar on him, forcing him to keep his chin up. As soon as Ashley was done, they each took a can of shaving cream and a razor.

They set to work shaving him leaving not a single hair anywhere on his body except for his eyebrows which Ashley plucked shaping them into a thin feminine arch. The ladies finished by applying nail polish to his finger and toenails. They were actually surprised at how cute he looked.

Brooke checked out his chastity device to make sure it was secure enough. She tried to remove his penis but couldn't do it. She tried to slip the rings over his balls. This was very uncomfortable for him and he squirmed and whimpered with discomfort. It was secure enough for now but as his sack would stretch a little he would need to adjust to a tighter fit. She would make that adjustment on the next visit.

Brooke removed the lock and quietly exchanged it for another identical one. With the posture collar holding his head high, he couldn't see what she was doing and didn't know the lock was changed. It would be a surprise to him if he tried to remove it. Ashley put a clean diaper on him.

The ladies removed the posture collar, unhooked him from the spreader bars and led him into the living room. He went down to a kneeling position before them as they sat on the couch. Ashley handed him a small present and told him to open it. He reached out to take it from her. He opened the gift to find inside a stainless steel dog food dish. It had the name 'Dainty' engraved onto it. To show them he loved it and accepted it he kissed the dog bowl right where the name was.

"That's your new name we have chosen for you" Ashley told him. "From now on you will be called Dainty and it will be the only name you will ever use again. Your previous life never existed."

"Okay time to get back to work." Brooke instructed. "Dainty, you will now wash the windows in the house. You know where everything is. After that you will vacuum. Get busy."

Dainty got up and started washing windows. He thought about the new name his owners picked for him. 'Dainty'. They must have put a lot of thought into the name. It was a good name for a bitch. It was feminine, not a human name, but fit for a pet. It described how he would look and act. It was very emasculating.

He noticed how they treated him differently. To Master Brooke, he was her dog. She expected him to act like one around her. But Lady Ashley often treated him like he was a baby. He could sense a strong mothering instinct in her, a need to nurture. His new owners seemed to use the two roles interchangeably, depending on what they wanted at that particular moment. Dainty figured they weren't that different. Both a baby and a dog couldn't speak, and they both crawled around on all fours.

An hour had passed and the windows were done so he moved on to vacuuming. He crawled on his knees around the rooms doing the edge of the carpet by hand and wiping the baseboards at the same time. Then he installed the motorized head and vacuumed the main parts. He just put the vacuum away when he heard his name.

"Dainty! Here girl!" he heard Ashley calling. He proceeded to the kitchen to find her putting food on the table. He was hungry having not eaten since breakfast early this morning. He could see steak, potatoes, and vegetables. But only two plates.

"Dainty, gloves and cuffs" Brooke commanded pointing to his pink leather gloves and the handcuffs on the end of the counter. He grabbed them and put them on locking them behind his back. The ladies sat down at the table and started dishing out their food.

"Dainty, each day while we are having supper, you will stand in the corner facing the wall with your hands cuffed behind you. Being a dog, I know that you want to beg for food but we won't allow that. You will always eat separately from us," Brooke ordered pointing to the corner she wanted him in. Dainty obediently walked over to the corner and buried his nose in it. The ladies talked and ate for a about 30 minutes and then had a cup of tea.

"Dainty, come." Ashley called and he went to kneel by her chair. She pushed his head against the outside of her thigh and held a baby bottle for him to suckle with one hand, and alternated between petting his face and drinking tea with the other.

He knew he should feel humiliated kneeling at her feet and sucking a bottle like a toddler. He should have felt that way with practically everything that has happened on this day. But he didn't. In fact he was enjoying the way she was babying him. And he enjoyed the way Brooke controlled him so completely. His poor penis has had a rough day constantly straining to grow in its tight prison with everything they had done with him. He would have endured practically anything at this moment for an orgasm.

Kneeling on the floor with his head resting against her thigh, hands cuffed behind his back, smelling Lady Ashley's sweet scent, sucking on a baby bottle, he never felt so powerless and controlled in his life. This was heaven.

He was snapped out of his pleasure zone when Ashley pulled his bottle away and Brooke walked up behind him and removed the handcuffs. "Dainty I want you to clear the table and do the dishes" she instructed him. "After that I'll let you shower." Dainty wasted no time getting his chores done.

He needed to pee again. He had been holding it all day not wanting to go in his diaper. He decided to hold it and use the bathroom when he showered. It didn't work the way he planned. Either Brooke or Ashley was in the room with him the whole time. They were training him to use his diaper so they would have been mad if he tried using the toilet. Brooke ran the water in the shower and tested the temperature. This was torture for him listening to the water fall with an overstuffed bladder. Brooke turned and removed His diaper.

"Still dry, why are you holding it?" she scolded him. "Ashley wants you diaper trained so you better start filling these." She held up the diaper just under his nose. "Climb in the shower. You can pee standing up in there this time."Dainty stepped into the shower and instinctively reached down to touch himself while peeing.

"Dainty, No. Bad girl. Hands behind your back." Brooke commanded him. He clasped his hands behind his back as instructed. It was obvious that she was going to stand there and watch him. And direct him too. "Bend your knees and squat a little. That's a good girl." Brooke told him unable to suppress a giggle.

Ashley came in just in time for the spectacle. There he was squatting down with his legs spread and hands behind him, the water from the shower cascading over him while he created a little shower of his own, dribbling from the hole in the end of his chastity device.

"Aw, ever cute!" Ashley laughed. "Our little wet baby-girl had to pee." Instead of letting Dainty finish his shower by himself, Ashley reached in and soaped his whole body up and washed him down with a sponge. A quick rinse and the water was turned off. "Dainty, out." She called him and he stepped out of the shower. They both grabbed a towel and dried him off. He loved the physical attention.

Ashley picked up a big bottle of baby powder and proceeded to rub him down with it. "This makes my Dainty girl smell so pretty." She exclaimed. She placed a new diaper on him and led him into the living room and made him kneel in front of the couch. Brooke walked in carrying a few things.

She held out a woolen mitten for him to put his hand into. He did and then the other one. Brooke bent his fingers into a fist and then started wrapping electrical tape around his hand until it was a solid black sphere. When she completed the other hand she said, "These will have to do until we get the real ones."

She put a pair of knee pads on him. Next came the feet. She put what looked like a foam slipper over his foot. Dainty could tell that it wasn't store bought, but something homemade. Brooke wrapped this in tape as well.

Finishing up the other foot, Brooke explained, "Now you are very helpless my pet. Don't even think of trying to stand up or use your feet for anything. Your feet are completely surrounded by thumbtacks embedded in the foam. If you put more than a modest amount of pressure on any part of your foot the foam will compress and you will feel the sharp points. You can crawl around and try it if you like but be careful. We are done your training for the day and you will remain like this till morning. You are free to roam the house and do what you want, what little you can." She giggled. "But first, its time for your supper. "

Dainty crawled across the floor a little. It felt weird to crawl like this. It wasn't normal for a grown up person to crawl around on the floor and that was the point in doing this to him. He tested the tack booties. Gently placing his one foot flat on the floor he felt the tips of the tacks on the bottom of his foot. Standing would be excruciating torture.

Without thinking he went up to a kneeling position and got a painful surprise. The tacks dug into the top of his feet. He immediately went down on all fours. To kneel like a human transferred weight from the knees onto the top of the feet and his new tack booties punished his feet for trying it. He had to keep one hand on the floor to be stable. He could rise up onto his knees only but it was a precarious balancing act, like a dog standing on its hind legs. He couldn't hold the position for more than a couple of seconds and if he lost his balance and fell backwards, it was going to hurt a lot.

'Diabolical' he thought. 'Absolutely diabolical.' Dainty heard Ashley in the kitchen and crawled to see what she was doing. She removed his food from the microwave and poured it into his new dog dish.

"Dainty! There's my little puppy girl." She crouched down in front of him setting his dog dish on the floor.

"Are you trying out your new paws? We have better ones coming but haven't arrived yet. They will keep your front paws warm and very secure. They should be more comfortable for crawling around." Ashley told him. She held his head in both of her hands. "You were such a good little girl today. This is so new to you and us too I guess." She giggled. "You are going to look so cute in your little outfits crawling around." She held his chin in one hand and petted the top of his head with the other.

"Eat your supper now before it gets cold." Ashley commanded. She watched him carefully while he ate to ensure he didn't choke with it being the first time he ate without using his hands. Brooke came in to watch with her.

"Now lick your dog dish clean with your tongue Dainty," Brooke ordered when his food was gone. "You won't get a chance to wash it until tomorrow and we don't want it to start to smell overnight." Dainty licked the bowl thoroughly ensuring his tongue swept every bit of its surface at least twice.

How about I get you a treat?" Ashley asked. She stood up and opened a bag of chocolate chip cookies, took one out and held it up. "Can Dainty sit pretty for Lady Ashley?"

He tried to rear up but didn't want to lean back to far and feel the bite of the thumbtacks on the top of his feet. He fell forward onto his front paws. On the second try he managed to balance for a few seconds, just long enough for Ashley to put the cookie in his mouth. He dropped back down on all fours and realized he wouldn't be able to use his hands to eat it. With Ashley watching him with an amused look on her face, he checked the floor around him for what looked like the cleanest spot. Over that spot he chewed through the cookie breaking it into pieces and eating them.

When he was done Ashley said" Now make sure you get every crumb, I don't want to be stepping on crumbs in my stocking feet. What do puppies do?" He looked down seeing a few crumbs and licked them off the floor careful to get them all.

"Good girl! Now go back to the living room and lay down at your Master's feet. I'm bringing in some tea and I have a bottle for you.

He crawled back to the living room feeling like the dog he was quickly becoming. He gently gave His Master a kiss on the foot. "No Dainty." Brooke chided him. "Doggies don't kiss." He nuzzled the top of her foot and rested his cheek on it. She reached down and gently petted the side of his face.

Ashley soon arrived with the tea tray. "Dainty. Roll over on your back. I want you to cross your legs with your feet tucked under your bum a bit. Now tuck your arms in under your sides making yourself as small as possible. This will be how you lay on the floor at our feet without taking up too much floor space."

He rolled over and got himself into position. It was a very submissive pose leaving his genitals completely exposed and was kind of like being loosely hogtied facing up. He felt really small with Ashley towering over him.

Ashley reached down and fed him his bottle. "Hold it with both paws." He pinched it between his fisted hands to feed himself. Ashley poured tea for Brooke and herself and they settled down to watch a movie. As he lay at their feet, both ladies rested their feet on his chest and belly. Brooke rubbed his balls and caged penis with her foot.

"He will make a great foot warmer in the winter time" Ashley told Brooke and they both had a laugh. Dainty just laid there, content under the feet of these beautiful women and suckled from his bottle.

At 9 o'clock Brooke said, "Dainty, bed time. You better go pee so we can give you a fresh diaper for night time." Dainty got up from the floor onto his hands and knees and concentrated on the task at hand. It still was very weird for him to wet a diaper, especially crawling on all fours, but after a few minutes he was done.

Ashley changed him on the floor in the kitchen. Then Brooke put a black leather dog collar around his neck, attached a leash and led him to the bedroom closet. He saw that it was set up for him.

With her hand on his forehead, Brooke pushed him backwards into the closet, removed his leash and closed the baby gate. "This will be where you sleep when you are with us here. You are off to a great start learning to please us. Keep it up little one and we will make it permanent. Good night Dainty." She reached over the gate, patted him on the head and went away leaving the bi-fold door open so they could hear him if he needed to call them.

So there he was, alone with his thoughts and completely helpless. What a strange day. This was the most any women had paid attention to him in his whole life. Nobody had paid as much attention to him for as long as he could remember. They had controlled his every move all day and treated him like a baby, a puppy or a little girl at all times. Not once did they talk to him like he was an adult, always using baby talk.

Wearing a diaper and peeing in one would take some getting used to. But it was a fun day for him and he got to spend the whole day with these lovely ladies. And he couldn't deny the fact that it was a sexual turn on with his dick constantly trying and failing to get hard all day.

He was so sexually frustrated right now he could scream but with his hands wrapped and his chastity device on nothing could be done about it. He should have felt deeply humiliated to be treated this way but he wasn't in the least. He never had a big macho male ego so it wasn't much of a problem now. If he had to act like a dog to be with them then he would. It was better than being alone.

For the first time in most of his life he felt wanted instead of being lonely. He really enjoyed being out on the farm away from all the people. He hated city living.

Being forbidden to talk was actually a blessing for him. Being around beautiful women always turned him into a blathering idiot and made him sound so foolish. It was a lot less stressful for him knowing that he wouldn't have to talk. Being a dog had its advantages. A dog never had to worry about saying something stupid.

Dainty crawled around a little to explore his new kennel. He looked up at the clothes hanging on the racks on both sides assuming correctly that one side was Brooke's and the other Ashley's. He could tell by the clothes which was which. Ashley dressed very elegant and ladylike. Lots of dresses, skirts, blouses and so on.

He rubbed his face against the silk and lace, so soft and sexy. Brooke on the other hand wore pants most of the time being 'the man of the house'. On her rack hung jeans, shorts, leather pants and button up shirts.

At floor level were the shoes and boots. Loads of leather with high heels on Ashley's side and lower heels and cowboy boots on Brooke's. The smell of the leather in the bottom of the closet was delicious. He nosed his way through the high heels inhaling the smell. This didn't help his sexual frustration one bit. He was desperate to cum. In among the footwear was a collection of leather handbags and purses. He spotted a duffel bag full of something. He moved the duffel bag out some and climbed over top of it. With his face buried in between Ashley's high heels sniffing and licking them, he ground his crotch into the top of the duffel bag, humping it.

It didn't work. With the chastity device holding his penis bent downward, he couldn't get the required stimulation needed to get off. Even more frustrated, he pushed the duffel bag back into place and laid down on his mat.

Dainty rested his head on one of the small pillows and got a surprise. It was covered in Ashley's scent. He checked the other one and it smelled just like Brooke. Even being with the ladies for only one day Dainty could tell which was which.

'They thought of everything' he thought to himself. Crazy with lust and with nothing else to do he laid his head on one pillow, hugged the other and tried to go to sleep. He closed his eyes and thought back to earlier in the day when his head was pressed up against Ashley's breasts. That was heaven.

On the couch the ladies had put another movie on to watch but were paying little attention to it. They were animatedly talking about what went on that day.

"We should have tried this long ago," Brooke laughed kissing Ashley. "Today was a blast. I love having him so vulnerable, crawling and acting like a dog.

"He's so submissive! I never thought it would go this smooth." Ashley added excitedly. "We got a little carried away and pushed a lot of things on him for his first day. He just took it and not a peep out of him. To be honest I didn't think any man in the world would let a woman do what we did to him but you were right as always my love. I never should have doubted you. If he does all the work around here like we want then this is perfect."

"I think keeping him silent is helping him to remain in his role and feel the part." Brooke stated. "If we let him speak it might ruin it for him. I know we were talking about training him to speak like a little girl but I'm not so sure that would be the best idea now. It is going so good like this. I'm worried that letting him talk would be a setback. He can text message us whenever he needs. What do you think honey?" Brooke asked.

"If you think so, I guess." Ashley answered. "Then I suppose we can keep him at the baby stage. I don't ever want to wean him off the bottle anyway. I like feeding him the bottle and watching him suckle. He looks so cute like that! I can't wait for his baby girl clothing to arrive. A bonnet will look adorable on him. Do we keep up the baby talk too?"

"Yes, always," answered Brooke. "Never talk to him like an adult or treat him like one, even in writing. I think it's important to reinforce his role to act that way. It has to become normal behavior for him. And just like a real dog or child we need to praise him for behaving properly. The more submissive, obedient, and pretty he tries to be the more cuddles and attention we give him. If he behaves badly, he gets punished and corner time or put somewhere to be ignored."

Ashley nodded.

"We should let him go potty during the daytime though," said Brooke. "The diapers will get quite expensive if he wears them all the time. He has to wear them in puppy mode obviously because he can't get up onto the toilet. And I don't want to have to get up to take him to the bathroom especially on weekends when we sleep in. I think he should learn to wake up in the morning already wet."

"You want to train him to be incontinent at night?" Ashley asked. "That sure would make him feel babyish."

"We can try. I suggest we punish him if we find him dry in the mornings. If we reinforce how bad it is for him to wake up dry it might train him to lose control while he sleeps. I think we should keep him in them all day tomorrow to get him used to releasing in a diaper."

"I have an idea that might help." Ashley told Brooke. "You know how the sound of running water when you have to pee makes you want to go even more? We feed him a bottle at bed time and then about 4 o'clock in the morning we play running water sounds just loud enough to help him let go but not loud enough to wake him up. We could use my old mp3 player. It has an alarm on it to play whenever it's set for. We mount it and earphones into his bonnet or hood that he wears to bed."

"Awesome idea babe!" Brooke praised her lover. "We could even play some subliminal messages on it through the night to help condition him. I've heard of that before. I don't know if it works but it can't hurt to try."

"Did you notice how horny he looked?" Ashley asked. "His penis was constantly trying to grow in his chastity device. I noticed you tickling his balls with your foot while he was laying beneath us. We should ramp up the teasing and train him to serve our sexual needs."

"Yes, if he keeps being good, we will put that tongue to good use sooner than later. I have been thinking about that also," said Brooke. "We need to strengthen his tongue muscles. The best way I can think of is for him to lick our boots and shoes we are wearing. We don't want him to kiss us so he will need a way to show love and devotion to us. People kiss. Dogs lick."

"It's very cliché, having him lick your boots. But it would definitely keep his tongue in shape. We should wear leather footwear around the house then, just perfect for licking. With no chores for me to do, I was thinking I will wear high heels more. I love the way it turns you on Darling. Would you like that?"

"Of course I would!" Brooke answered laughing. "I would be drooling over you constantly!"

"Then that's what I am going to do," Ashley stated. "I love being sexy for you. I wear them when I go out but have been neglecting wearing them for you at home because it's hard to do housework in them. I shall buy some of those kinky boots that lock on with little padlocks and wear them while at home. You can keep all of the keys."

"And I will dress sexy for you more often too. Leather pants, low heels. I will even paint my nails. You are the only one in the whole world I will doll up for Ash. We will be able to lock ourselves together with the collars a lot more and be one."

Brooke turned off the television and led Ashley to the bedroom. Ashley grabbed a blanket and covered up Dainty sleeping on the floor in the closet. After a little lovemaking, they spooned together and fell asleep.