A Femdom Loans Her Favourite Toy

"I wish I could just pack him in my suitcase and take him with me, yah know?"

Lynn was in her bedroom discussing her upcoming family weeklong trip with her friend and soccer teammate, Steph. The distressed girl sighed dramatically and flopped backwards onto her bed. The other girl joined her, perching on the edge with a mischievous glint in her eye. They were discussing Matt - Lynn's very submissive boyfriend. There were numerous reasons she was reluctant to leave him. First and foremost being that she'd miss him dearly, of course. But a close second was her selfish train of thought that led her to believe he'd get cushy without her discipline and expectations. Since the match day when Matt had 'helped' her teammates by getting them off, Lynn had been a lot more open with Steph and Haley about the couple's relationship. It gave them all a certain buzz, sharing their deviant nature.

They sat in silence for some time, each lost in their own thoughts. Then suddenly Steph declared, "why don't you lend him to me?!"

"Huh?" Lynn rose an eyebrow and pushed herself up onto an elbow.

"While you're gone let me keep him at mine! My folks are never around so that won't be a problem - and I'll keep him in line for you!"

Lynn wore a look of uncertainty. Steph continued in her attempts to convince her, "he'd just be useless at home! Let me get some use out of him and make sure he won't slack in his duties to you!"

Lynn smiled, liking where this was going. She loved how her friends were so like-minded. It turned out both of her friends - Steph, in particular, had very dominant traits to them as well. Lynn only caught a glimpse of what they were capable of that day in the locker room. She wondered how much domme potential there was to them... It wasn't long after mulling it over that she was nodding - agreeing to something before even consulting Matt! Not that the little whore would mind being watched over like a pet while his master was away... It was settled.

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The next day, Lynn showed up at Steph's place with Matt in tow. She handed him off like luggage but not before kissing him hard and whispering in his ear, "don't forget who you belong to..."

Matt gulped, his face turning red from embarrassment. He nodded convincingly. Lynn gave him a warm smile and gently pushed him forward. Steph eagerly snatched him up, making Matt blush even harder.

Lynn waved and called back as she left, "take good care of him!" Again, speaking as if he were a beloved dog.

Steph said menacingly in a volume low enough that only Matt could hear, "oh... I will..." It made the boy gulp.

She didn't hesitate to take him straight up to her room. There was no tour of the rest of the house - he wouldn't be seeing any of it for the duration of his stay. The first and only thing Steph pointed out was her walk-in closet. She pointed to the floor which had been cleared of clutter.

"This is where you'll be staying..."

Matt's breathing quickly became a mess, his heartbeat rate doubling in speed. A closet! She was keeping her in a closet - like a toy! Along with the rest of her possessions.

"You come out when I want or need you, and if you're lucky..." with surprising strength Matt should've expected from the soccer player Steph pushed him into the closet. He landed on his butt. "... I might feed you..."

This was going to be a fun week...

Her first usage of him wasn't long after his arrival. Steph wanted him to stew in there for some time but her own desires put an end to his isolation. Matt could hear her approaching the closet and was holding his breath. Would she be after him or something else stowed away in the darkness? The door opened to reveal the girl in just her underwear- a sports bra and some girl boxers. Matt looked up and gulped. Her body was admirable, especially her defined abs. There was no questioning her superior strength. This was demonstrated just moments later when the girl hauled him out of the closet.

Matt was at a loss for what to say - if he should speak at all. Thankfully he was offered something he knew what to do with - a command.

"Stop gawking at me like a dead fish and make yourself useful - you'll be earning your meals so if you don't do a good job of eating me out, you won't be tasting anything else..."

Matt gulped, bit his lip and with wide eyes nodded frantically. The deliciously tingling sense of fear he got from the threats made his mouth dry, his heart lurch and his stomach swarm with butterflies. Steph stood a head taller than him, looking down with impatience and expectant eyes. Matt held her gaze - as unsettling as it was - as he lowered himself to his knees. This finally caused a crack of a smile to form on Steph's previously pursed lips. She stroked a hand through his hair, imitating affection before grabbing it harshly and pushing Matt's face into her crotch.

Straight away, Matt could smell Steph's arousal. As she got him to nuzzle her with his nose, he began to feel moisture through the material of the boxers. When he looked up at her, Matt witnessed the girl struggling to maintain a nonchalant expression. When she caught him, she scorned him.

"What are you looking at, pig? Keep snuffling like you're looking for truffles in there!"

Matt jolted and got back to it - kissing and nuzzling and snuffling until Steph's legs were wobbly. When she finally pushed him away, she did so to remove the boxers and perch on the edge of the bed. This time she didn't give the command to continue. Instead, she grabbed the back of his head and shoved it into her dripping pussy. They both moaned - Steph from the feeling of Matt's tongue delving into her - and Matt from the taste of Steph. With his hands on her thighs - pulling them apart to give him plenty of room - Matt got to work swirling his tongue deep into Steph's cunt. Then he'd pull back to suck on her clit. He switched between these two methods - turning the girl into a moaning mess. In between breaths, Steph managed to throw out degrading words that made Matt weak.

"Cunt hungry freak..."

She let out an unrestrained moan. There was no reason to be quiet, no one to hide from and as such she allowed herself to be particularly loud. Though she had the stability of the bed she was sitting on, Steph's legs still trembled. Matt could tell she was getting close. Just as his jaw was beginning to ache, Steph held his head to her body, confirming she was ready to finish. Moments later, she let out a cry of ecstasy as she reached orgasm. She then threw his head bag, tossing him to the side like a used sex toy and collapsed onto her bed, breathing hard and then laughing.

"Damn... I better keep you well-hydrated... Cause you can bet that fine-ass mouth... Imma be using it a lot..." The girl said in between breaths and laughed.

Matt was thankful she was staring up at the ceiling, talking to the room more than him, as if she were looking down at him, she'd see the blushy, drooling mess he was...

Packed away back in the wardrobe, Steph went off to grab Matt some food as promised. She threw the crust of bread, shrivelled and wrinkly apple, and a half bottle of stale water at him like she was offering scraps to a pig in a pen. Matt hoped she couldn't see him biting his lip in the shadows of the closet before shutting him into the darkness.

From the closet, he heard everything going on in Steph's room. Out of boredom, Matt had learned to mentally map out the room and could picture the location of his sitter at any moment. Currently, she was on her bed, on the phone with her best friend Haley. He could only hear one side of the conversation but made out every word Steph uttered. She was bragging about her temporary possession of Matt. The way she spoke of him like an animal - no, more like an object she was borrowing - made him weak. He got especially excited when he heard Haley would be spending the night tomorrow evening. No doubt they would make plenty of time to take advantage of him. Just the thought made his mouth water.

Steph used him one more time that first day in a similar sort of manner. When she called it a night, she allowed him to use the bathroom and then put him back. She tossed a tattered-looking pillow at him that she claimed with a sadistic smile to be her humping pillow then left him with some parting words, "you best not bother me... If you need the bathroom - well too bad..." then she added as an afterthought, "you can use the bottle if you have to. Na-night lil piggy!"

The next day, Steph rose with the sun and therefore so did Matt. She showered but didn't allow him to - instead she simply laughed when he meekly asked. Graciously, he was allowed to stretch his legs but wasn't permitted to step foot out of her room. Would it be like this all week?

It would be a few hours until Haley's arrival. Until then, Steph put Matt to good use. She found plenty of humiliating activities for him - mostly repurposing him as furniture. If she wasn't making him hold a drink for her, she was using Matt as a footstool. As hypersexual as Steph was, not even she could fuck him 24/7. She did manage to maintain a high state of arousal for most of the day - even if she wasn't acting on it. She got him to lie flat on his back on the bed and mounted his face while she was watching tv. He figured it was a power move over him - a way to assert dominance and not allow him to fully relax. Eventually, though, she would lose concentration on her show and start grinding on him. He loved that. Matt was quick to learn that Steph was the kind of girl that got very wet when aroused. Just from sitting on him, her juices would run down his cheeks.

He was stowed back in the closet by the time Haley arrived. He listened to the girls greet each other and catch up on the week so far. It was painful waiting for them to get him. Finally, the door opened. He was waiting on his knees which seemed to please them both. With imitating uncharacteristic gentleness, Matt was guided out of the closet. He was surprised by how suddenly nervous he was in the presence of the two girls without Lynn's oversight. Obviously, he had an idea but ultimately his fate was unknown. He waited with bated breath. It felt like hours they spent sizing him up. Then finally, the tension and silence were broken with Haley's cheery exclamation.

"So! Have you taught him any tricks?"

They both laughed. Matt smiled, small and silent, his cheeks reddening.

"Nah..." Steph said, almost bored as she exclaimed her nails, "though he'll probably jump through hoops if we want him to..." she smiled darkly, making Matt blush deeper.

"We should probably start making the most out of him now, right!?" Haley said eagerly, barely able to keep still.

Where was the shy girl who cowered behind her friend in the locker room? She whispered her ideas into the other girl's ear. Steph agreed and the two didn't waste any more time advancing on him. He was ordered to lie flat while the girls took up a spot kneeling on each side of his face. Then they did something unexpected - they started making out. They did so with confidence and without hesitation - like it was a common occurrence and not something to bat an eyelash at. Didn't Haley have a boyfriend? Matt must've worn an expression of confusion as Steph took it upon herself to clarify, "we're friends with benefits... Have been for a bit but no one else needs to know - not even Lynn, okay?"

There was a strict and threatening look in the girls' eyes that had Matt nodding immediately and without question. He was rewarded with smiles and a hair tussle. They then proceeded to make out again for some time. They didn't notice him shifting - trying to adjust himself as his pants grew tight. As time went on, they got more heated. Eventually, there was little space between the two as they kissed, hungrily and full of desire. They pushed their bodies close until the point they were practically grinding their crotches on either side of Matt's face. Soon, clothes were flying off. Matt had the best view of shirts almost being torn and the struggles of unclasping bras to finally reveal two pairs of perky breasts with hard nipples that rubbed against each other. Matt had to bite his lip to hold in a moan. The girls, however, made plenty of noise for him. A gasp from Haley, a giggle from Steph and a chorus of moans from them both.

Then it was time for their master plan. The rest of their clothes were shed so Matt had too beautiful, naked girls looming over him. Once fully disrobed, they repositioned. Haley had the pleasure of mounting Matt's face from the front whilst Steph hovered over him closer to the top of his head. Then their making out started up again but this time their naked pussies were rubbing against each other but more importantly - his face. Unsurprisingly, he was getting drenched from Steph. The girls spoke down to him as they pleasured themselves and one another.

"Lil piggy has never been so lucky..."

"If we didn't know her, I'd be surprised that the degenerate had a girlfriend..."

"Look at him drool, he's so hungry for our pussies!"

He was eager to see - well, hear - that both girls were way more verbally degrading this time. It was as if without Lynn's presence - Matt's true owner - they had more confidence in saying what they wanted. Their mouths were as dirty as his face was getting. They continued to talk down to him, calling him names. He latched on to particular words; useless, slut, pig, and so on. He was in a blissful subspace by the time they came - simultaneously covering his face. This pseudo trance lasted only a few moments before a harsh hair tug brought him back to reality.

"Stopping slacking, piggy..."

"The idiot was miles away!"

"We gave you an order!"

He stared blankly at the two imposing girls, wearing an expression of sternness that hid their actual emotions - that being giddy amusement.

Steph repeated herself, the smile in her voice as prominent as it was on her lips, "clean us up like a good little slave or we'll punish you!"

Matt nodded and got to work immediately. He chose Steph first as she was the most impatient of the two but didn't slack in his duties to either girl. Soon, both were pristine and spotless. Yet, just to make him feel unworthy, Steph said, "let's have a shower - no doubt he's done a sloppy job." Haley laughed and agreed, bouncing off to the ensuite. Steph looked down at Matt from where he knelt beside the bed. Then she said, "back to your hole, little piggy - and crawl!"

Matt blushed a deep shade of crimson as crawled with shame and glee and humiliation back into the dark closet. It must've only been a couple of hours before the girls had him out again. The events proceeded similarly to before with his face being ridden by both naked girls. Each subsequent time was as good as the last. After numerous sessions, the girls passed out on the bed. Matt was also exhausted. Thankfully they had fed him scraps of the junk they had eaten throughout the day and had provided plenty of water. As good as it was for keeping him hydrated, it also made him desperate for the bathroom. He couldn't decide what was worst, disturbing the girls to ask for permission or getting caught not. He chanced for the latter.

After emerging from the bathroom, bladder empty and feeling a lot more comfortable, he was met by two stony faces. Both girls were waiting for him; arms crossed and unsmiling. Matt gulped. "I-I-" he attempted but was silenced by Steph raising her hand. He bit his lip and stood awkwardly. The girls mused to one another.

"Naughty naughty..."

"What should we do with him?"

"Oh, the possibilities!"

"I have an idea!" That was Haley. She disappeared into the closet and reemerged after some searching with a pink silk scarf. She smiled menacingly, saying as she looked directly at Matt, "let's make him sleep tied up!"

"Ooo good idea! Oh! A hogtie for the little piggy?"

The girls beamed. Matt's face and stomach fell. Then they advanced. As he lay in the darkness, wrists and ankles bound together... Matt couldn't help but wonder; what would have been more uncomfortable? This or a full bladder? By some miracle, he fell asleep that night.

By morning he was stiff and aching. When the girls came to collect him, they watched him squirm for a while before finally untying him. His voice was hoarse and meek when he asked, "may I please use the restroom, miss?"

Haley smiled and said, "ahh he's learning!" She ruffled his hair dehumanisingly.

Steph was not smiling. She was getting better and better at playing the cruel and uncaring mistress. It was something he was missing with his comparatively kind-hearted girlfriend. It was beyond perfect getting to experience both. Finally, Steph said, "you may... but don't you dare think about washing that crusty face of yours!"

Matt blushed but nodded and scurried off. By the time he got back, the girls were at each other - kissing and groping through their sleepwear. He was excited and eager to join but then they were interrupted by a series of notification sounds. Haley huffed and examined her phone which continued to blow up in her hand. Matt watched the girl closely, catching her brief eye roll as she pulled up the messages. Her expression went through numerous alterations; annoyance, exasperation and finally defeated acceptance.

"Have to go?" Steph asked, getting the gist just from Haley's body language.

The girl nodded glumly. Haley was begrudged to leave, complaining about her boyfriend picking the worst time to want to see her. But Steph came to the rescue with a compromise. She said she could back over later that day once she was done - and Steph would even hold off using Matt until she was back. With this promise, Haley was back to her cheerful self. Something gleamed in her eyes which made Matt suspicious but he was quick to brush it off when she stroked his cheek and hair with mock affection.

"See you soon, degenerate..."

Then she skipped off, redressed and bid the remaining pair goodbye with a sultry finger wave. Once it was just the two of them, Steph sighed and turned to Matt, "guess I better stick to my word... back in the hole you go, I'll find some scraps for breakfast."

One meagre meal later and Matt was back in the closet, graciously presented with a book to stave off boredom. He had no way of telling the time, but he got through about half of the 400-page book before he was collected.

Haley had a plan. She wanted to get back to Steph and Matt as soon as possible. That meant satisfying her boyfriend quickly and then ditching him. The simplest solution was also part of the idea she had the moment she found out Matt was staying with Steph - both of which involved sex. Her boyfriend wasn't the best at satisfying her sexually, hence her special relationship with Steph. What he was good at, however, was pumping her with vast amounts of cum whenever they had sex. That's what gave her the idea to beeline back to Steph's as soon as they'd done the deed. But that wasn't enough for her. One ejaculation got her pussy about 80% full. She needed that other 20. So, with Steph's permission (who was totally in on the plan) Haley got her boyfriend to drive them back to Steph's house. Once there, she ushered him into the bathroom. The unknowing boy was confused but Haley hushed him and got to her knees. A couple of minutes later and he was just about ready to cum in her mouth, but Haley stopped him.

"Put it in me..."

"But -"

"Please?"

Her pout couldn't be argued with and so he did as she asked. Perfect. Now she was dripping with his cum. When questioned about the liquid running down her thighs, Haley brushed him off, said she'd clean up and was quick to send him on his way. Once the coast was clear, she ran upstairs.

From the closet, Matt heard a voice say, "I need him - now!"