Chapter 3

Courtney and Tina had hugged and kissed in a way that got me wondering. Tina then backed away a few inches and suddenly stopped smiling.

"But wait, I thought we talked about this, Court! You said you were going to give up your ....your hobby, or whatever you call it. Remember? You promised to leave these poor guys alone for awhile." Tina made a dismissive wave at me, still down on my knees looking up.

"I know, I know, but he is the photo editor at Marvelle, Tina, do you know what that means? Do you know what I can do with him? This could be my big break.. Pay off those tuition loans and everything! And look at how cute he is. He is a little sweetie! You should have seen him in his big fancy office. He actually crawled on his hands and knees when I asked him if he wanted to kiss my ass." She stopped and put her hand on Tina's forearm. "And then he stopped right at my ass and asked permission! A perfect gentleman, I tell ya!"

"Did you let him?" Tina's lips seemed to soften just a bit.

"Of course not! On the first date? No way!" They both laughed.

Tina stopped laughing and gave Courtney an 'I don't know' kind of look.

Courtney turned to me and said "Lets show her, Steve, lets show her what happened in your office, okay?" She was nodding enthusiastically.

At first the thought of repeating that degrading episode in front of this pretty young Asian woman made me shudder. Then Courtney walked in front of me. Her red nylon gym shorts delicately draped her Stairmaster toned young buns. Her upper thighs still glowed with a thin film of perspiration from her workout, and a few droplets of sweat arranged themselves in a curved line on a half inch of visible left cheek.. I gasped audibly. Tina was shaking her head, a knowing smile the only emotion on her finely detailed face.

Courtney walked a few feet a way and turned to face me. "Okay Steve, be a good little boy and crawl over here. Show Tina just how we did it in the office."

The sight of her soft damp buttocks still burned on my retinas, I involuntarily began crawling towards them. She didn't move an inch.

Suddenly I was reliving the office experience a second time. I again stopped an inch from the red nylon paradise, transfixed.

"See, Tina, he wants to kiss my ass so badly but he just stops an inch away because he know he doesn't have my permission. Now *thats* obedience!"

Courtney took a step away. Supremely focused as I was, I leaned forward in a misguided effort to maintain my proximity to the vision in red before me. My legs refused to move, and I tumbled forward. I would have landed on my face if it hadn't been for the inspired hard on that I had developed. That is what broke my fall, however painfully. I doubled up, on my side, writhing.

The two girls broke into absolute gales of laughter watching me role on the floor.

"See what I mean!" Courtney said to Tina.

"Yeah, okay, that was cute" Tina agreed between giggles, seeming to warm to me just a bit. "What kind of body does he have?"

"STRIP!" Courtney beamed down at me. I looked up, feelings slowly returning to my groin. I visually cjecked out Tina, also. Yes, she was incredibly sexy, but who was she to be treating me like a lost puppy her friend had dragged home, wanting to 'inspect' me.

"NOW, STEVE!"

I had not seen that look in Courtney's eyes before. There was no nonsense, no trace of the mirth that she had been showing just seconds before. This was all business. The entire episode flashed before my eyes. The way this beautiful girl intoxicated me in my office, without even laying a finger on me. The way she looked in her gym suit, her luminous face, the scent of her Reeboks when she pushed it in front of my nose. Just reliving it in my mind was a real trip I began to unbutton my shirt.

"Good boy" Courtney said, her head nodding with approval at my decision.

Neither woman said much as I began disrobing. They just gazed intently, not giving any indication of what they were thinking. When I was down to my boxers, I looked at Courtney, hoping that I had done enough and could stop.

She merely motioned me to continue. I removed the boxers and my engorged cock was finally free.

Both women giggled when they saw my throbbing hard on. "Ohmigosh, no *wonder* you were rolling on the floor!" Tina walked up to me, glancing up and down at my completely naked body, paying increased attention to my now seemingly permanent erection. She looked at me and said something most quizzical; "Parlez-vous franc,ais?"

Those were the only three words I knew in French. I shook my head no, wondering why my knowledge of foreign languages would be relevant, undressed as I was before her.

She then turned to Courtney and, to my dismay, the two of them began conversing in seemingly fluent French. The sudden knowledge that these two intelligent women had the ability to fully converse without me understanding a thing made my nakedness seem like only a small part of my ever increasing vulnerability. They continued talking. I assumed they were talking about me, but didn't have the faintest clue as to what they were so casually discussing.

Finally, Tina said "Okay" in English and walked into the bedroom. Courtney came up to me. I wanted to ask her what was going on, but didn't want to risk displeasing her in any way.

She put her hand on my shoulder, sending pulses of pleasure throughout my nervous system. "Steve, you wanna stay with me, right? Think of all the fun we can have." I nodded affirmatively, knowing that my audibly pounding heartbeat was giving my answer for me.

Courtney continued, in full control as always. "Well, Tina and I have been together for awhile, and she is sort of funny sometimes. She likes you, but she is cautious and she wants to see you give yourself to me fully, tonight.

I tried to summon up the breath to ask her what she meant.

"What I mean is that you have to declare tonight that you irreversibly want to be my slave and will be completely obedient and subservient to me, completely in my control for a long as I want you to be. I know that is what you want, Steve. I know."

I looked at her and focused my mind on the word 'How?'

She looked at me and smiled. "Well, we have this little ceremony we do. Its a little like getting married. You'll do this for me, won't you Steve? For me?"

Tina walked back into the room, carrying to my shock, a video camera.

Adrenaline being what it is, my power of speech returned "No, Please!" I shouted, trying in vain to cover my nakedness.

I feared that Courtney was going to shout back at me, increasing my dilemma.

Instead, she reached down for one of her still damp gym socks and began using it to gently wipe away the sweat that had gathered on my face.

"Steve, trust me, its the only way. Once we have you on tape you won't have to worry yourself with any silly thoughts of ever disobeying me. You'll know that I have the complete power to ruin you. Don't you want that Steve?

Don't you want that closeness? Do you *want* to disobey me, Steve?"

She dropped the sock she was using on my face and picked up the other one, untainted by anything except the delicious perspiration from her workout.

She held it over my nose and mouth.

"Breathe in, Hon, this should help you. Don't you want to be here for me when I get home from my work out every day? Don't you like me?"

The sheer intoxication of her presence, multiplied by her clever assault on my sense of smell, coupled with the day's tumultuous events began to prove to much. Feeling woozy, I slumped on the couch, lying on my back, my cock still standing at attention like an antenna.

I heard Tina's voice, camera in hand. "Well?"

Courtney leaned over my heaving, prostate body. "You're doing the right thing, Steve, you're a doll."

She turned to Tina and said "He's ready. Go for it."

Tina gave out a victorious "Alright!", put down the camera and took out a tube of lipstick. Rather than using it on my face, however, she began writing on my chest. "What's your last name? Date of Birth?"

I gave her the requisite information, still not understanding her strange ways. I felt her writing something on my chest. Then, my identification apparently completed, she moved up on the face and began using the lipstick on me in a more conventional manner. I heard Courtney laugh "I wanna do his eyes. He is mine, you know!"

"Take it easy" Tina said, not missing a stroke on my compliant lips. "You want him to look good for the 'wedding' pictures, don't you? There! Thats the look for him." She stood back, admiring her handiwork.

"Okay, my turn. I want him to look hot for this. Hand me the mascara."

I was aware that Courtney was applying some make up to me, but her mere presence was the only high I felt. "Be still!" she commanded every time I twitched. "There! What do you think, Tina?"

Tina laughed "Well, a little slutty for my taste, but, well, he's your slave, so what do I care."

"Well. you only get enslaved once, he should be a little on the wild side.

Okay, shoot!"

Tina came over me, camera whirling. I tried to look away but was ordered by Courtney to smile. I obeyed. I looked down to see what Tina had written on my chest. It said 'Steve Quintin, DOB 4/15/65'. So I was properly identified for the camera. There was another line beneath it that I was able to make out as "Worthless, wimpy male slut slave". Somewhere in the back of my mind I could imagine the position I was putting myself in, but I was beyond caring. Courtney ordered me to wave and smile, and I automatically did as she said.

Courtney came back with a ruler for what she called the 'measurement'. She then held it next to my cock while Tina shot a side view, a humiliating mug shot of my penis. There seemed no end to my predicament.

"Steve, please lie down on the floor in front of me. On your stomach." Courtney asked/ordered as she laced back on one Reebok. I obeyed without even thinking, lying before her. She put her sneaker clad foot on the side of my head, pressing it into the ground. Tina came around with the camera, asking me to "Smile so they can see my nice eye makeup and lipstick."

Courtney began speaking in her authoritarian tone. "Tell the camera that you are a worthless slave, Steve". I was unable.

She ground her sneaker in a bit, pressing my face against the cold floor.

"Listen, silly, its over, get it? We already have you naked, wearing lipstick and eye makeup with your name and condition scrawled against your chest. We know where you work and who you work with, its over already, don't be a fool and stop now, get ruined for nothing. Besides, I thought you *wanted* to be my slave. Don't you like me?" She ground her foot in a bit more, punctuating her impeccable logic.

"Yes, I do" I blurted. Tina turned on the camera.

"What do you want, Steve?"

"I want to be your slave. I want to worship and serve you and obey."

"And what are you? Careful now!"

"I am an inferior worthless male slut wimp."

"Got it! Good one!" Tina stood up.

"Smart man" Courtney said, removing her sneaker as I lay there motionless.

Tina made sure that she got a closeup of the imprint that the Reebok had left on my face. The two triumphant women began conversing in French again, leaving me in the dark, but they began looking at my face and I imagined that they were critiquing the makeup job they had done.

Finally, Courtney knelt down beside me and gave me the low down. Putting a hand on my shoulder, she said "Guess what, my new property! We are going out to celebrate our new arrangement tomorrow! Girls night out! All three of us! Isn't that great? We can't wait to show everybody your pretty eye makeup and lipstick, but you probably need some new clothes, so meet us tomorrow outside the Victoria's Secret place on Madison and 67th tomorrow at 2. Got that hon? Now, you have to go, Tina and I have some celebrating of our own to do. Congratulations, my little property!