Deadlier Than The Male

Chapter Eleven

Tom lay on his side on the bed, his tail sticking out behind him. Jo sat on the bed beside him, and smoothed her hand over his doggy mask.

“Hello Tom, let me get the collar and helmet off, for we have much to talk about.” She removed the doggy helmet and exposed his rubber female mask underneath. Like Pat's before him, it was soaked in sweat and saliva. He said nothing, just looked at his wife and then Pat. Pat sat on her haunches, the dildo tail just touching the ground behind her and her rubber cock and balls sticking out in front of her. With her large breast cups sticking out in front as well, she was to say the least an odd sight.

“Now Tom, I don't want any tantrums, this is a decision Pat and I have made in the last few minutes, and frankly you don't have many bargaining chips here. We have decided your future, and basically you have a choice of two routes. There are no alternatives so it's one or the other.”

And she laid out the options, clearly and without equivocation or rancour, when he was about to say something she shushed him and told him to wait until the end. He was very quiet, and thoughtful, and kept looking from his wife to Pat.

Pat watched in silence, Jo needed no help here, and Tom at the end did not argue; he could tell that both of them were not in a negotiating mood. He'd learnt a lot about his wife in the last day, and as she spoke to him calmly and at length, he slowly came to the realisation that this – enforced slavehood, rubber bondage, transvestism and domination by two beautiful women was what he craved! There would be times no doubt in the future when things would go too far for his comfort but he believed he would be able to handle this. For wasn't the whole point that slaves were to be kept in slavehood and their wishes and desires were worth nothing?

Well, he thought, his fetish fantasies would really be put to the test. These were women who when together, were not to be trifled with. Reality is sometimes so different from fantasy, more frightening, but perhaps more exciting as well. He'd no idea what they had in mind for him, but strangely he felt an inner excitement at that. It was clear there was now something between these two and he was in no position to try to change that. He was placing his body, his will, his future into the hands of these two cruel, imaginative women, dedicated now to each others pleasure – and pain. Yet he was surprised to feel he was not frightened at the prospect, nervous, yes, and maybe he was naïve. But this future was surely better than the drudgery of “normal” life, whatever that was.

When Jo had finished, there was a heavy silence for a while. He looked so odd, with his doggy costume and his cock and balls sticking out, and then the beautiful female rubber mask covering his features. But then he began to speak quietly, looking from one to the other and he realised that whatever there was before was in the past, gone and he was now essentially gifting himself to these women to do with him as they pleased.

He'd loved them before, and he would continue to do so but enslavement was a different love and he knew they would test him and punish him at will. But he told them he would accept that. He could always leave, at any time, they'd made that clear, but he would be left with only his job and few possessions.

They made it clear he would carry on his work life; his secret was his bond with them. Nights, weekends, breaks would be his time in slavery to them. He'd be their possession to do with as they pleased, singly or together.

As he lay on the bed, he glanced around the room, the dungeon, his room to be. The whipping bench, the vaulting horse, the rubber covered whipping post and the vacuum bed, were waiting for him, along with all the clothes, bags and inflatables. And over there were all the instruments of torture and medical necessity you could ever want – or not want. He found his cock growing hard in its tight rubber sleeve; maybe the cock was telling him something that his mind didn't know yet. Surely this was the real sign, the subconscious telling him what he really desired.

They allowed him his moment of reverie, thinking of the past, and the future. He nodded to them, indicating that there was absolutely no doubt, he was ready, and willing. Both women smiled in silence, the spiders with their fly! As if to consummate the “relationship” Jo leaned over and gently took is rubber covered cock in her hand. God, he could come right now in her hand, and he let out a gasp. And Pat, not wanting to miss anything, waddled over and leaned over him, nudging Jo's hand out of the way, and took his cock in her mouth, gripping it between her teeth in a wide grimace, and then she giggled and withdrew, saying.

“Oh, we are going to have so much fun punishing him. So there can be no confusion, I think we should advise him again of the rules – just one more time.”

“That seems fair, as we are all making a huge change in our lives here. So Tom, these are the rules which frankly we are pretty well making up on the spot, so we may change them a bit later on, not good news for you, I know but you are putting your future into our hands, aren't you? You will agree to them , without question, otherwise you leave – no hard feelings and all that. Later on, we will write them down so there is no confusion for either party. You speak only when spoken to or commanded to do so. Even during your working day you will always something of rubber, just a reminder of your servitude, panties or tights or stockings maybe, we will decide. You serve me, them Pat, I am the dmina, although Pat and I will change when the mood takes us. You will be punished when we wish, how we wish, there does not have to be a reason, we might just like the idea of punishing you, even if you have been a good boy. We may allow you to have pleasure once in a while we may have use for your “services” here.” She smiled and gripped his cock. “We don't want this withering away through lack of use; I've nothing against a stiff cock at all, in the right place and under the right circumstances. We will move between the two houses, your room here will be this rubber room of course, and in our..…my house the spare bedroom which you will do up appropriately over the next few days. Pat and I will move all the clothes between the two houses as we see fit.”

“You will cease to all intents and purposes to be my husband, and Pat's latex lover; from now on you are our plaything, our dolly, slave or whatever we wish. Now I have been thinking of extending your rubber transvestism a little further, and this may involve piercings and if necessary other body modifications,” she smiled down at his pretty face, “maybe you won't need this rubber female mask if we make some adjustments here and there. So you should be made aware of that. So that, dear ex-hubby is the offer, do you wish to continue?”

He looked at her clear blue eyes, the woman he loved, but not perhaps the same woman now, for she was his mistress to be obeyed at all times. And she had Pat as the perfect assistant and lover. Oh, they would be cruel all right; he could see them egging each other on. But life would not be dull, and he'd have as much rubber as he could handle. He glanced at them both……and nodded firmly.