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The car is quietsave the soft whistling of "Chirpy",as the two sheepdogladiesin the front are lost in their thoughts:the calico cat in the backseat has been so excited since the trip's beginning that she can't remain silent. She'd make a fine radio.

Olrun, at the wheel, is a tall and athletic, black, Belgian sheepdog. Ever stern and serious, she'll sometimes check the rear mirror to see Chirpy still scribbling in her notepad. AnewbieDomme,the catwants to do _everything_to today's boys. Typical: as many beginners getting their first chance atseriousfun, she's unconsciously afraid someone will yank that tasty bone offher muzzle. Faye had the right idea to appease her restlessness, "We can't do everything at once," she said, "but put down anyidea on your notepad,so you can let it rest without risking forgetting; we'll do all your list,eventually, I promise."The felineblackened at least six full pages since. Olrun smirks, this will be a fun longweekend.

Speaking of Faye, the collie stretched out of daydreaming at the passing-by country scenery,to check the rear mirror as well. "My, my, girl! You didn't run out of inspiration yet? Impressive!"

The cat stops writing so she can answer in sign language: "You are lucky I only brought one notepad, or else we would have needed more than threedays!"

"Especially as Olrun and I have our plans too, you greedball." She's smiling too impishly for the tease to sound mean.

"Sorry! Of course, you twoget dibs, top dogs.I heard you had a special experiment planned today?"

The collie nudges her neighbor. "She's asking about my special plan, Ol'."

"Ah, tell you what, Chirpy: she's better than you at hiding it, but she's as giddyas you are."

An interrogative thrill comes from behind.

"Faye has a fetish for mechanical edging. You know, machines that automatically keep a boy needy, just by a push of a button?"

"These things exist for real?"

The collie sighs loudly. "Not sure: so far, all the toys I wasted my good money on were trash." She recovers her smile. "But I may be onto something cool, this time! Look at that..." She produces what looks like a pretty unremarkable bullet vibrator,with its wired remote.

Chirpy leans forward to catch the toyand starts examining it, soon making it buzz.

"This little wonder has two buttons: one that goes 'beep' and one that goes 'boop'."

*beep* *boop*

"But if you press them both together, they mute and it starts recording your actions. Both again and it unmutes then replays on repeat, with a tiny bit of randomness added to the timings. And a last time to stop."

"And how does it detect how close the male is from climaxing? How does it adapt?"

The othergrins widely with mischief at that question: "That's the clever thing. It doesn't. At all. Instead, it beeps and boops."

"And?"

"And nothing, the buttons really only makesome noise. I'm not telling you more yet, you'll understand when you see it!"

"Tease!"

"I hope itwill work this time, however. The first trial was a fail."

Olrun nods. "I think it was because thelastboy was too excited by us during the 'calibration'. So the pace was all wrong when he was left on his own. All we need is to compensate by... making things a little more challenging for today's subject,while we set things up. If Billie is as eager and suggestible as Zale pretends, it should be a breeze."

"Zale is rarely exaggerating."

"She says Zale is reliable," repeats the official sign language translator.

"He's a good boy, yes. He even brought us one lovely new partner in crime and one cute new victim." She flicks the turn signal on and starts to slow down. "On this, we're on my family's domain now, and far enough from the main road to fear nomorewitnesses. Time to get in characters."

"_Awesome!"_She adds a loud and happy whistle.

"Okay, Zale is much more experienced and I don't want his ease to bleed on the new guy too soon. Are you two cool with him being a stud more than a pet, for a start?"

"I am."

"I agree.Chirpy does, too."

--

Billie's hands are clamped hard on the wheel as he follows the females' car. Three Dommes he barely knows, at once! In a remote "barn" equipped for petplay! Olrun, especially,was very intimidating: he's been impatient to get here for days, but now the adventure is about to get real,he's so nervous hehas to fight second thoughts.

And that meanhorse at his side refused to share any of his knowledge! He tries once more: "So, uhm, what kind of a Mistress is MissChirpyfor you?"

"The kind who would punish me if I spoiled her secrets for you." Zale, much more relaxed, winks at the goat. "Again, I vouch for the three of them. Wholeheartedly. You are safe... and that's all you need to know for now."

"Awwww..."

"You'll love it, I promise. And it's toolate to escape,anyway."

"Why so?" Just as he asks, Billie sees that the other car is slowing down to park itself, which answers the question. There are no buildingsnearby... "But we are in the middle of nowhere?"

"No spoilers."

"Oh, come on!"

"Take a big breath, straighten, and give them your very best: I vouched for you as well, so make me proud!"

--

Billie locks the car behind, braces himself, and walks to the trio with his friend. Slim and nimble, he's the shortest of the group: a fact he's suddenly highly aware of,whenthree pairs of gleeful and predatory eyes scanhim. Ears all flat already, he plays a nervous finger in his long hair, doing a terrible job at concealing his emotions.

Zale, straight but ears lowered as well --only in a controlled polite attitude rather than by loss of self-control-- bows silently to the ladies.

The goat checks them once more for clues about his near future. Olrun is casually clothed, in jeans, boots, and lumberjack shirt. She doesn't need a rubber corset with spikes to signal her role: the imposing physique and severe face drive some "I'm the boss and in full control" mood right home on their own. And there's her wild reputation, too...

Faye is only slightly lighter built. Also casual today, with a biker vest and sports shoes. She's smiling a lot more, but Billie saw her play acouple of times,in the local kink club,and knows better than to underestimate her.

Finally, there's the new one. "Chirpy", he didn't get her true name. Quite petite in comparison to the others, very pretty and expressive. How she didn't say a single word since he first met her makes her mysterious, and she went fora more traditionally femdom look with high boots, black gloves, and a military-like cap. He has a hard time guessing what to expect from her.

He clears his voice. "So, uhm, why are we stopping here? I don't see any..."

He's cut short by the cat raising a finger to press it across his lips. "Tsst."

"Livestock does not talk, unless it's asked a direct question. Or to beg," helpfully explains Faye.

Billie shuts up and swallows, feeling a first rush of blushing heating his face.

He's not given anytime to process his emotions: already, Olrun snaps her fingers and points to her car. "In line, boys."

Both obey fast, one graciously and one gingerly. The black dog goes to open the truck, to fetch something that the goat can't see from his new position standing beside the hood.

He's also distracted by the two remaining ladies approaching Zale. It looks like the horse will get whatever they have in store first. It's a relief for the goat, who is grateful for a bit of time to adapt, and for the chance to observe before experiencing.

"That top goes off, boytoy. Let us ogle at the goods."

The equine peels his t-shirt off, revealing a broad chest --and pierced nipples--, folds it, and surrenders it to the collie. Who tosses it to Olrun.

The confiscated piece of clothing is stored in the truck and the tall dog returns with a leather collar. Brown, plain, a little worn-out: something that could belong on a pet dog's neck. She secures it onthe male.

If he remains perfectly quiet, Zale's breathing shortens some during that tiny ritual. It's visibly getting to him. He lowers his head. "Thank you, ..." He lets the sentence trail interrogatively at the end.

Olrun nods: "Yes, you are allowed to call us Mistresses today."

"Thank you, Mistress."

Billie, who doesn't know the ladies enough to decipher the same hints as his brotherin consenting slavery, is puzzled that he talked. And wasn't stopped nor scolded.

He tenses so much he nearly gets on his toes when the twocome to him next. It's going to be alright, he reasons himself: he saw what to do, it's nothing hard yet.

Faye strokeshis cheek. "There, there, don't panic, boy." A pause, and then she shatters all the relief she offered: "Your turn: stripfully naked."

Billie's hands were reaching for his t-shirt. They stop midway and he freezes briefly, blinking. W-what? But it's unfair!And outside? What if someone arrives! "W-wait..."

A cat finger on his lips halts any further negotiating. Chirpy peeks into his eyes, quiet, waits a few seconds, tilts her head expectantly.

He surrendersand begins disrobing, with trembling hands. They are all watching, even Zale, missing no detail. All remaining clothed while he's exposed like an animal. His blushing is worsening fast and the burning sensation is spreading into his ears. His role for the weekend is sinking in! As he finishes, he's so uneasy he's glancing down to avoid meeting his audience's eyes. He'salso cradlinghis privates in both hands to cover himself, which, to his relief, they tolerate.

As demonstrated onhis friend, his clothes are taken away in the truck, sealing his loss of control over the situation. He also suddenly notices how erect Zale isgrowing: given his generous equine proportions down there, his pants fail at concealing anything. Okay, focus on the good parts: you are about to get your collar, you dreamed of it!

And, indeed, Olrun comes with a collar for him. It's not the same as the horse's: this one istall--not quite a posture collar, but near--,black,and a heavy cattle bell hang from the front. He nibbles his lower lip when it wraps around his neck. The bell's cold metal brushes his chest and he stifles a gasp, making it tinkle in his reflex recoiling. That amuses the audience! To complete his humiliation, he feels himself hardening between his hands. That betraying, eager, body part is still hidden, did they notice?

"You saidone of his ears was pierced?" asks Olrun.

Zale nods. "Yes, Mistress. The left one."

"Good." She fetches a new item, then, a white plastic ear tag. As livestock-evoking as the collar, it adorns a barcode, the number 322, and the text "grade-c slut". Before adding it, she lets him get a good peek, and he can see that its attachmentis built to lock on without a way to be reopened. Of course, it can easily by cut, but the detail adds believability to the fantasy of being permanently enslaved.

She leaves a last time to fetch the finaltwoitems. He doesn't immediately understand what the flat metal thing might be;the other is a leash. "Hands up, boy."

Mortified but too intimidated to resist, Billie has to uncover himself and display a now complete erection. He even has a small bead of pre forming at the tip. He gives the lady miserable sorry eyes, but she doesn't seem to care.

The weird object, it turns out, is a bondage yoke. Once closed --and made inescapable by adding a padlock to one side--, it snugglyholds ontothe collar and forces him to hold his hands up beside his neck.He's now completely helpless and exposed!

She finishes with the leash. To his surprise, it doesn't end with a carabiner and isn't hooked to his collar. Instead, a round-ended clampis stuffed into his nostrils and tightened with a screw until it holds. It looks like a nose ring. She doesn't squeeze it too hard, to keep it comfortable, and the goat might be able to rip it off without hurting himself... but with what little fighting spirit is left in him, it should do the trick.She wraps the straps a few times around her wrist, to shorten the leash.

"Alright, Zale: load our backpacks on him, then let's go for a walk."

--

The day is warm and sunny, the scenery is pretty, and birds in the trees are the only background noise this far from the town. In any other circumstance, this would be a relaxing walk.

But Billie is anything but relaxed. The only thing preventing him from scanning around restlesslyin case someone arrivedand caughthim in such embarrassing position is that he has to keep his eyes locked onto Olrun's wrist: the dog is never violent, but she is firm, and with two heavy bags hung at each side of the yoke adding their momentum, he has to react instantly to any hand motion if he doesn't want his nose to get yanked. Or, worse, taking the risk to displease her.

That his bell is tinkling with each step, a sure way to attract the attention of any eventual stroller in a wide radius is not making him happy either... and his cock won't soften one bit. His balls dangling between his thighs, the pebbles under his bare hooves and sometimes a gust of lukewarm wind are extra constant reminders of how bare he is.

Zale is silent, visibly enjoying the walk. The two dogs are chatting about some TV show they enjoy, he didn't pay much attention to the details. They are as casual as if this was a normal situation!

Then, there's the cat. Due to his predicament, he can't follow her doings well, but she has been walking around him and watching him. Sometimes, he feels a slim gloved hand caress his side, pat his butt or tug his tail by surprise... he's not sure if she's exploring or simply teasing him, maybe both. She has a notepad too, and is often writingin it. Is she evaluating him?

Eventually, they reach the farm, in a clearing. Not used for farming anymore, it only has a small vegetable garden and some beautiful flower beds. The house is rustic, all in stone, but welcoming with its neatly painted windows and door;and the wooden "barn" --from what he heard, the term "S&M dungeon" would likely be more appropriate--by its side... is mysterious and full of half delicious, half terrifying promises.

"Zale, unload him and go prepare ourrooms."

"Yes, Mistress."

It feels good to get rid of the heavy bags! Less good to see his friend departing for the house, while the three females bring him toward the barn.

--

Billie wriggles his snout after his nose ring is removed. He can freely check his surroundings while Olrun is locking the heavy door behind.

There are no windows here, but many spot lamps from the ceiling provide a strong, cold and crude, light. A large part of the barn is left empty, just free space to play in,along one bare wall. The dirt ground has been covered with a gray linoleum there and there's a redsofa, near a minibar, in a corner: it looks completely out of place, and the goat betshe's not going to be allowed to experience itscomfort. The wall has many anchored rings and short chains, providing plenty of attachments for the submissive guests.

Likewise, looking up, the ceiling's wooden frame is equipped with more rings, a sling on the side, and even an electric pulley with its cable.

Then, there are all the tools of the trade: heavy metal contraptions for bondage piled here, hangers with rubber and leather fetish gearthere, cages just big enough for someone in fetal position, rolls of ropes of every thickness, textures and colors, medical cuffs and medieval shackles, industrial size bottles of lube... and many, many, closed chests and cupboards certainly hiding a ton more equipment!

This place is better furnished than the fetish club! And itisperfectlyclean and orderly in a way that evokes its owner's intimidating presence. Wow...

"You go first, Faye. He's all yours!"

Tail wagging fast, the collie slaps then rubs her hands together. "Alright, slut! Time for some thorough testing: to the wall you go!"

--

The setting up was fast. Billy soon stands against the wall, each wrist cuffed and anchored to it athis side, about hip level, by a few centimeters of chain. A similar chain was padlocked to the back of his collar: it is relatively comfortable, a natural standing position, but he's not going anywhere until the ladies decide they are done with him.

Fora touch of discomfort, and a lot of exposure, a wide spreader bar has been added between his ankles.

Now, Faye is working with his penis, which doesn't go without some muffled, pleading, groans and a lot of wriggling. Highly entertained already, she slidestwo rubber rings on: one pinching the root, the second right under the ridge of the tip and holding herspecial bullet vibratorthere. She finishes by strapping its remote to his thigh, and turns it on at the lowest setting. Billy hunches and dances on his toes. "My, my, aren't we needy already?"

Olrun, arms crossed before her chest, has been observing silently. "We are going to milk you, boy. I hope you didn't masturbate at all last week, as instructed, because I will check your 'production' and I will know."

"She can know that? For the whole week and on a new boy?"

Faye, a living example of her species' intelligence, has been learning sign language incredibly fast since she met Chirpy.But she's still not so good atspeakingit herself. Fortunately, the cat also fluently reads on lips, so she can just articulate her answer without emitting a sound. "No, that doesn't work. However, when you're good like her, you can definitely know by looking at the boy's face when you __pull that bluff."

The felinehas that cute laughter of hersthat sounds more like a fast panting.

The collie steps aside, where she can reach the remote without getting in the way. She increases the vibration. "Do you want to make things more challenging to him, as we talked about earlier, Chirpy?"

She nods enthusiastically.

Olrun points one of the cupboards: "Second drawer from the top. You'll find a twenty centimeters long wooden stick, about this thick," she forms a circle the size of a bottle cap with two fingers, "it should be a good tool."

As she goes for it, Faye adds: "But wait for my signalbefore starting, I need to warm him up first."

--

"Aaahhaaah..." Billie needs all his self-control to refrain from humping the air. After one full week of abstinence and in the situation he's in, he expected he would shoot his load in a matter of seconds... but Faye had other plans.

Tofirehim up, she gave him a generous buzzing;only to turn the toy completely off when it started feeling good. From there, her true game began: low setting, barely enough gentle vibrations to avoid his pleasure from fading down.Ramping up, on the other hand, only seems to occur bit by bit by accident,as she learns his body's reactions. He's climbing toward that achingly needed climax excruciatingly slowly, and when he gets too close, she grows stingier and lets it recessback.

As she's taking her marks, she's becoming more and more accurate and the slow paced rising and falling is turning into a steadier edging, nearer and nearer from the explosion point.

"Oh please! Haaah..." This is becoming unbearable. Ten times already, the goat hopped shehad beentoo greedy andwouldlose him... but she then stopped the toy completely, andrecoveredher control.

She presses the two buttons together, and nods with mischief to Chirpy.

*Tap*_With a swift and accurate flick of her wrist, the cat --whom he completely forgot at this point--, lends a firm tap of her wooden tool under his balls. They bounce up, and their owner reopens huge eyes with a gasp. He would have jumped if he had beenable to. _*Tap*_The stick has a hole drilled through its length, which helps it produce a satisfying noise. _*Tap*

"Iihaah!" Billie struggles in his bonds and attempts to pull his hips away. How little range he's allowed making the attempt useless. *Tap*

"No, boy. Still," reminds the stern voice of Olrun, as Faye increases the vibrations to counter the "distraction".

He steadies his hips, with great efforts, but keeps shaking his head and yanking on his arms. He's soon trembling under the hits with his eyes getting wet. "Pleaseplease... Ahh!" Begging and looking frantically at the ladies seems to amuse them a lot, but earns him no mercy.

The situation is growing dire alarminglyfast. Chirpy is not hitting with high strength, but her taps are sharp and the round stick focuses the impact. Some drilling, pulsating, pain is building up from the repeated assaults to his nuts. His sac dragged up protectively too, which doesn't help at all. The torture's pace adjusts to his pleasure, wooden noises resonating faster when he's on the edge but slowing down when his falling away from it.

He doesn't even know anymore if he wants more or less vibrations, torn between the pain and desired pleasure, still wishing for a happy accident but gradually losing hope about it. Faye adjusts the slider up and down again, but this time there is no relief even at the "quiet" points: he knows they mean he lost his chance once more, will be inescapably forced to try again right away, and the ball beating's easing only seems to refresh the suffering when it resumes after. She also sometimes pushes buttons; he doesn't understand what it does, and frankly doesn't care.

Huge tears roll out from his eyes and he bursts into pathetic --and half of the time inarticulate-- pleading for good.

"Almost there, I think I'm going to lose him on this one," announces the collie with an almost chanting voice betraying her enjoyment.

"Good. Let me take care of his balls, Chirpy, so you can focus on his cock."

The ball tapping stops. Did they say he was about to cum? Will... will the cat help? "Oh please, oh please... oh please..."

Chirpy crouches in a sexy position and raises her hand near his cock'shead. She wriggles her fingers teasinglycloseand smiles up at him with a wink. His heart fills up with fresh hope.

In the meantime, Olrun wraps a handaround his sac. She gives a moderate tug, to help his orbsget stuck at its bottom, carefully places her fingers... and _clamps_around them with an iron grip.

Billie's knees narrow as much as the spreader bar will allow and barely manage to hold him up anymore. He exhales all the air out of his lungs at once,in surprise, and then can only keep his muzzle wide in a silent cry, grimacing. In addition to suddencrushing on his already well tenderized jewels, how near he's coming from cumingadds... a different edge to his funny face.

Faye was right, even with the strong dog flattening his balls in her grip, there is no stopping anymore. He looks down at the cat with puppy eyes: after that crazy teasing, if she just granted him a few nice strokes now, he would reach bliss even in the harsh pain!

She doesn't touch him.

His member twitches once, twice.

Faye stops the vibrator. Chirpy doesn't touch him.

He has a brief bout of panic, they won't let his pleasure fall down again this time, will they? But it's worse. He does pass the edge, but barely, with the minimum possible level of intensity. Balls squished agonizingly. Without a single brush of a fingertip, and almost without any pleasure. The frustration is mind-shattering as he shoots and dribbles weakly into the palm of a black glove.

Olrun isn't releasing him as the arousal-induced pain tolerance wavers to leave him at his most vulnerable. The cat is still intensely focused on each of his cock's twisting, awaiting for the exact right moment.

When all pleasure has been ruined, but before the rush of oversensitivity is lost, she finally wraps three sperm-lubed fingers around his tip and startsstroking at a quiet pace.

The brutal overstimulation is immediate. "Nhff.... noooohhhoo... I beg... hhhahhh... plea..." Billie is shaking again, to no avail.

Chirpy pushes her free hand under his length to raise his cock up and rolls his tip into her wet palm, somehow managing to raise the intensity a few cranks up still.

Olrun finally release his balls. There's a kick of pain when the blood rush back, before the relief. Managing to take a full breath for the first time since she grabbed, he can squeal high-pitched noises of animal distress for the fewminutes of "apple-polishing" that follow.

--

It's done. Hunched, breathless, completely broken and frustrated beyond words, the goat is hanging from his bonds more than standing. Faye presses the two buttons again and the vibrator resumes, but it barely gets an exhausted moan out of him.

They allow him a brief rest before Olrun cups his cheeks in both hands and makes him look at her. She brushes some tears with her thumbs and he blinks through the blur to see an uncommon sight: the stern dog is not stern, for once, smiling warmly to him. She bumps noses with him. "Good boy. You're doing very well, we are all proud."

"Weare!" confirms the other dog, and Chirpy is raising a thumb as well.

Appreciation from dominantshas always been one of his weaknesses, so despite the tears that will not stop, he has a fresh rush of blushing and a meeksmile.

The Belgian sheepdogcontinues. "I know we are pushing you hard, and you will get a well deserved aftercare later. But for now, we would all love to keep playing with you a littlemore. Do you think you can take it? Can you be a tough little plaything for us, boy?"

If it's asked on these terms, he can't resist. He nods without a second thought.

"Good boy! Thank you!" She kisses his nose, releases his cheeks with a last fluffing, and recovers her usual face.

Chirpy stands back up and holds a gooey glove in front of his muzzle. She locks her eyes into his and licks her lips.

Getting the hint, he whines but begins humbly lapping her hand clean. Before the end, she wipes the remains of sperm, now mixed with saliva, all over his face. And some in his hair.

After all that setting up, itistime forFaye's great moment. Beaming with joy, she explains: "You endured about half an hour of edging, boy. I'm planning more on a few hours for you, but that'd be too much ballbusting for your health... and we don't want to leave poor Zale neglected. So,I'll abandonyou tothe automated care of this deliciously devious device strapped to your cock. You'll find out that if machines can't be as sensual as flesh and bone Mistresses, they make upfor itwith tenacity and are still accurate enough to be maddeningedgers."

And on this ominous threat, he's abandoned all alone in the barn.

--

As soon as the trio is outside, Chirpy breaks character to gesture enthusiastically. "_This was so awesome! We ravaged the poor boy!"_And she laughs.

Faye is no less hyped. "Show us the cam, Ol'!Please! Hurry!"

"He's still in refractory period, no rush. You're not going to miss it." Olrun still pullsher phone out, starts the right app, and shows the hidden camera's video to her friends. Indeed, Billie remainshunched and panting, mostly ignoring hisvibrator. "I'll keep an eye on him. In the meantime, how about a drink? Then we can check a few marks ofChirpy's to-do list with Zale?"

"Yay!"

--

Billie is more exhausted by the pain and stress than he would have expected, but he's gradually recovering. The vibrator, so far, has been a mild annoyance more than anything. It buzzes him at light intensity. Sometimes it beeps and gives a stronger bout... then boops and abruptly stops. Every fifteen minutes or so, it marks a longer pause.

Not unlike Faye, but not quite, he believes it has a slightly different pace. It also isn't repeating the exact same cycle over and over, there are variations. As his penis begins respond to the stimulation again, the worrying warning from the dog comes backto the front of his mind. How "intelligent" is that toy, exactly? Do such automatic edging machinesreally exist, and how good can they be? Has the toy been learning his reactions while he was recovering?

*beep*

"Nnffh..." A stronger bout, his pleasure rises for good again.

*boop*

He's stopped before hisclimax, and the relentless teasing resumes. Okay, this was frustrating, but nowhere near what he experienced before. And it was likely just luck. Still, he awaits for the next beep withsomelip nibbling and hip wriggling.

*beep*

Pleasures rise again, faster, eager. Near. He might...

*boop*

"Nnnooo... Hffhhfff..." He rocks his head, riding the edge for a while without passing it. The next one is just as bad.

Oh no... this thing works! S-several hours, she said?

--

"Woo-hoo, yeah! Great success!" Faye dances around the table and almost spills her lemonade. "Screw high-tech,back to the basics:playing the mind and keeping it simple. I should have started by this a long time ago!"

"It's impressive! Will you finally explain how it works?"

"It's easy. First, by manually setting the cycle, I 'calibrated' it to the rough pace of our boy. But that wouldn't be enough for great frustration on its own, the neat trick is all about conditioning: he believes that it works, and he's highly aroused by that idea, so the beeps get a very strong reaction from him and he bolts toward a climax in a rush."

"Oh, but you made the stimulation too short, so by combining a __fast reaction to_ a brief window, you get a_ _pretty steady cycle!"_

"Exactly.Plus, he learned to fear the boop, which makes it super distracting and further helps halting him at the end."

"That's some first class mindfucking!"

"Thanks!"

"So, what now? Will you watch him secretly? Or record?"

"Oh, much better. Look, let me show you my _real_fetish." Faye turns the phone off, stretches and take a long breath with a dreamy smile. "Can you two feel it? The sweet, sweet, power of having a boy put through terrible, extended, misery for our mere enjoyment. Without even our attention in return? Without us even bothering towatch? How complete is that selfless offering?"

"Lush!"

"Decadent level of luxury." Olrun's tail wags a little, she _does_feel some ofthat.

"I am _so_satisfied right now!"

--

Two or three eternities later, Billie hears the door unlocking, with hope. The dog didn't lie: the toy never reached her level of mastery, but its relentless work built up a new flavor of agonizing frustration over the time. He leaked a puddle of pre, and one more rope of it is lazily falling onto his hooves. He's desperate. He'd do absolutely anything to be granted his climax.

The three Dommes approach, followed by Zale. The horse is now naked save his collar and a muzzle, displaying an impressive collection of deep stripeson his butt --and the most serene and satisfied face--from a recent hard flogging: being an experienced masochist, he got the privilege to enjoy some of Olrun's spiky brand of loving. With the show and all the scents in the air, he grows full mast fast. On a gesture from Chirpy, he stops at a distance and waits, hands in his back.

Faye, at last, turns the toy off. But she doesn't take the risk to remove it. It is some relief...

Olrun frees the goatfrom his restraintsand steps aside to cross her arms and watch.

The cat takes the stage again. She walks all around the goat, savoring the display, then whistles a two-note thrill. When he looks at her with surprise, she makes a hand gesture with fourfingers pointed down.

Billie hesitates, then drops to his knees and look up to check for approval.

She comes closer, takes a handful of his hair, and guide him forward until he drops on all fours. Despite this emotionally loaded hold, she's never forceful. Once he's there, she tugs his tail up and trace a finger along his now horizontal spine. Moving to the back, she nudges his knees wider with the tip of her boot. She does the two-note whistle again and points up.

The male obediently stands up.

She nods with visible content, but immediately whistles and gestures back down.

He returns on all fours.

She traces her finger along his spine. As it's not horizontal, it loses contact on the lower third. Tail tug. Whistle and upward gesture.

Billie understands he's being taughta hand command, and that the feline --a highly ritualistic mistress, he'd learn over time--is _very_specific abouthersubmission positions. Without surprise, he's sent back on all fours. This time he gets it right and remains there.

She taps her thigh and makes one step forward.

Heel, maybe? He crawls one step forward.

She nods down and starts walking, slowly at first. He follows around the open space of the barn. Sometimes she'll stop the time to push his head half an inch down, or tug it up by the hair, or to snap fingers and point insistently toward his tail.

Horizontal, right at her knee's level, he understands. She's demanding, accepting no approximation, but patient. Slowly but surely, the goat's motionsgrow more natural and her corrections rarer. Both the bit of exercise, after standing for hours, and the silent, high focus, activity help Billie to recollect himself and calm down. He's starting to feel in the zone, somehow.

Olrun is quite interested in the demonstration of how to train a male without a voice. She likes the tactile side and entrancing serenity. She was already curious about Chirpy's style and tricks, and now she has a ton of questions. These will wait for later, however, as Billie isbrought at her feet.

Chirpy whistles and just points at her, so he looks up. She seems even more towering from down here!

"On your knees, boy."

He obeys.

"We had a talk. We were thinking that, sometimes, when a boy does very well and is obedient, he deserves a nice orgasm as a reward. Don't you agree?"

He joins his hands and nods so frantically his bell tinkles. "Y-yes, Mistress! Oh, yes, please!"

"I am glad you approve." She snaps her fingers. "Zale boy, congratulations: on behalf of bringing up two lovely new friends, and of your general good behavior, you get one complimentarygoat blow job."

She steps away, and the horse trots happily to take her place, bowing to the trio to show his gratefulness.

Poor Billie didn't finish to process the mean bait and switch that a heavy equine cock is dropped onto his face.

"B-but..."

"Less talking, more sucking, boy. Impress me and I might raise your slut grade to B."

So he reaches trembling hands up and, miserable, gets to work. T-they are so mercilessly mean to him!

... and, shameful truth be told, he's loving each second of it even if he'sflirting withhis limits.

--

From behind, Chirpy looks at Faye, eyes shiny with mischief. "Will you tell him about the chastity cage yet?"

"Only after lunch."

"Okay... Oh! About that! How about they eat __in dog bowls_ on the floor_?"

"Cool idea, but not for this meal: he took a lot for a new boy, we'll allow him a true break and some nice aftercare before sinking our teeth further into him."

"Oh, of course." The cat thus pulls out her notepad, and adds one more line.

Three days is such a dreadfully short time!

... or dreadfully long, it's a matter of point of view.